Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Fulfilling a Wife’s Duty

Knowing that several people hadn’t eaten yet, Mrs. Qin brought out the buns left by Lin Chuxia for them to eat.

They were all vegetarian buns, which wouldn’t go bad in the summer heat, so the group made do with them for dinner.

After dinner, Qin Han brought a half sack of white flour to Lin Chuxia. These days, they were able to have buns steamed by Lin Chuxia quite frequently. Although Lin Chuxia wasn’t particular about it, he, as the eldest brother, couldn’t just eat and drink at someone’s expense for free.

Lin Chuxia did not refuse. She understood the principle of reciprocation in regards to favors.

She was running a bun business, which could offer some convenience to her brother’s family. Yet, the two families were after all separated; between siblings, financial matters should be clear.

Qin Han brought the white flour directly to Lin Chuxia’s kitchen, turned around to leave, and Lin Chuxia spoke again, "Brother, leave 20 pounds of your eggplants and string beans for me, just calculated at today’s market price. I plan to make some buns with eggplant and string bean stuffing tomorrow, so I won’t need to go to the market to buy vegetables."

Qin Han knew that his younger sister was helping him out as his vegetables were not selling well, and he agreed quickly.

Back in the house, Qin Han took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it up. This was actually a cigarette given by his sister. He didn’t usually smoke much, and this pack was almost gone.

Zhang Guilan came in after washing up and, smelling the cigarette smoke, glanced at her husband, "Hurry up and wash up and go to sleep. You need to get up early tomorrow. You really don’t seem tired."

Qin Han didn’t reply, and Zhang Guilan continued, "Why don’t you just take the vegetables to the station tomorrow? We can’t make much by selling them here and it is exhausting having to get up before dawn."

"You know what the station is like. The cheaper the price, the pickier they are. Half of a basket of vegetables can be picked out just because they look a bit flawed. It’s the same everywhere," Qin Han took another drag on his cigarette.

Zhang Guilan sighed, "We can’t just throw them away, right? Everyone said that after dividing the land and being your own boss, good days would come. But the market changes daily. Before, when did we ever have vegetables that didn’t sell? I don’t know if this free market is a good or bad thing."

Qin Han finished the last puff of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

"Have you ever thought about doing business? You see how our little sister sells buns, it seems busy, but have you ever done the math?"

Seeing his wife looking over, Qin Han lowered his voice, "I’ve calculated when I was free. Our little sister sells a few cages of buns every day, easily making a few dollars. And the buns she makes sell well, never any left over. It’s a guaranteed profit, even if it’s occasionally rainy and she can’t set up her stall, she still makes more a month than a regular salary."

In the factory, workers only made thirty or forty dollars a month.

Zhang Guilan frowned slightly, knowing her husband didn’t want to farm. Initially, when her sister-in-law invited them to do business together, her husband was interested, but she was thinking about their small plot of land.

If the harvest was good just as before, that would be fine, but if the market continued like this, they would toil and suffer but the vegetables they grew would sell for little, or even have to be thrown away...

Zhang Guilan, after much consideration, still advised, "We don’t have the skill to make buns that delicious. Also, if everyone went into business, what would come of the land? Dad’s health is passable for looking after half an acre, but leaving all the land for him alone would exhaust him even if the fieldwork is light."

They were farmers generation after generation; not cultivating the land was simply unthinkable.

Hearing this, Qin Han didn’t say anything further.

Meanwhile, Lin Chuxia was finishing her washing up and found some stationery to write a reply to Qin Yang.

She hadn’t mentioned the business to Qin Yang yet, but now that it was on track, she could share some details with him.