Gu Jiaojiao didn’t know about Yun Hao’s regret, nor did she care.
She wasn’t the pitiful Gu Jiaojiao from Xu Wenwan’s novel, the one hopelessly in love with the male lead. She was a different Gu Jiaojiao, one who had been pampered by her parents and had a rich inner world.
Forget the fact that she wouldn’t even look twice at someone like Yun Hao; even if she did like him, she would never compromise her own happiness for a man.
In her world, love meant loving others only after you loved yourself. Sacrificing yourself to fulfill someone else wasn’t love—it was charity.
When Gu Jiaojiao got home, Chen Xiaolan said her goodbyes and left.
The next day was Saturday, the start of a two-day weekend, so Chen Xiaolan wouldn’t need to come over for the next two days.
That evening, Gu Jiaojiao mobilized the whole family to process all the Chinese honey locusts. This was the last of their supply; they wouldn’t be able to pick more from the mountains until September.
It was currently 1976. By this time next year, the college entrance exams would be reinstated. Gu Jiaojiao didn’t plan to continue selling facial soap, so this would be her last batch.
In addition to the facial soap, she also brewed some shampoo. She kept some for herself and gave the rest to Lu Yuanbin to help sell.
The family of four was busy until eleven at night, finally finishing over two hundred bars of facial soap and twenty bottles of shampoo.
Leng Yuan had found time to make dinner: a simple meal of sweet potato rice with a small dish of pickled radish, which was quite delicious.
Early the next morning, Leng Yuan rode his bicycle to deliver the two hundred bars of facial soap and twenty bottles of shampoo to Lu Yuanbin.
The facial soap settled for two hundred yuan. For the shampoo—priced at twenty yuan a bottle—they also settled on two hundred, bringing the total to four hundred yuan.
Previously, Gu Jiaojiao had only made shampoo bars. This was her first time making liquid shampoo. Since the quantity was small and meant for repeat customers, she had set the price at twenty yuan.
With this money in hand, Gu Jiaojiao went to check on their hidden passbooks for the first time.
When she saw four passbooks, she was a little confused. "Why are there three extra passbooks?"
Leng Yuan nodded and explained, "I moved Mom and Dad’s money into an account under my name. The rest are ones I opened later. It’s safer this way."



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