I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 91: All Sold Out

"Wait, did we really sell all the clothes?"

Joy Lloyd and the others had been busy from morning till dusk, and all the clothes they brought had sold out completely.

Those who arrived late and couldn’t buy anything even asked if they would be back for the next market day.

They had never seen anything like it.

Grace Winslow rubbed her aching back and replied with a smile, "Of course. It’s like this: say you go to the co-op to buy something. One item costs ten yuan, but another costs nine-ninety and comes with a small gift. Which one would you choose?"

"The nine-ninety one, of course," Joy Lloyd answered without a second thought.

"It’s the same principle. Normally, if you bought these clothes at the co-op or a department store, a single piece would cost at least four or five yuan, and a full set would be no less than eight or ten. But now, for the price of one piece, you can get an entire set."

"People can’t resist a good bargain. When your products are cheaper than what they’re used to paying, they’re naturally willing to spend the money."

"They’re afraid that if they miss this chance, they won’t get another one."

"Alright, let’s get going. It’s time to head back."

They had all been busy the entire day, not even stopping for lunch. It was only now that they felt the pangs of thirst, exhaustion, and hunger.

But their spirits were high, and they chatted and laughed all the way back.

Grace Winslow had really opened their eyes.

Who had ever seen anything like this in the seventies?

The truck took everyone back to the clothing factory.

By this time, the factory workers had long since gone home for the day.

The factory’s accountant, who had gone with Grace Winslow and the others, was holding on to all the money.

"Comrade Winslow, I’ll have to trouble you to come by the factory again tomorrow. I’ve recorded all the figures for this money, but we’ll tally the accounts again in front of the factory director tomorrow." The accountant, Qian Qing, patted the thick wad of cash in her satchel. It felt like a dream.

"Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then."

Grace Winslow didn’t go back to the factory.

It was already too late. The trip back to the factory would take a good half hour, so she decided it was better to just go home for the night.

Grace Winslow got home rather late.

By eight o’clock, Irene Lynch and Gregory Winslow were already asleep.

Hearing a knock, Irene Lynch threw on a coat and went to open the door. She was startled to see Grace Winslow standing on the doorstep.

"Grace? Why are you home so late?" she asked, opening the door to let Grace Winslow in.

Just then, Gregory Winslow also heard the commotion and came out of his room.

"Dad, go back to sleep. Don’t worry about me. I was working late today and just finished. I was too lazy to head back to the factory, so I figured I’d just stay here for the night." Grace Winslow waved a hand at Gregory Winslow, gesturing for him to go back to his room.

Irene Lynch closed the door and then asked Grace Winslow, "You haven’t eaten, have you? I’ll go make you some noodles."

"Yes, please! Thanks, Mom. And could you add two eggs?" Grace Winslow didn’t stand on ceremony.

Irene Lynch chuckled and poked her on the forehead before heading into the kitchen to make the noodles.

Grace Winslow went to get some hot water and wash her face.

It was too late for a proper bath, but she felt uncomfortably grimy, so she took some hot water into her room to give herself a quick wash.

Just as she finished freshening up, Irene Lynch brought out the freshly cooked noodles.

She hadn’t skimped on the greens or the eggs.

After devouring the large bowl of noodles, Grace Winslow finally felt like she had come back to life.

"Times really are much better now. They’re even allowing market fairs, and people can sell things. If this were two years ago, you would’ve been arrested long ago," Irene Lynch remarked, sitting nearby and watching Grace eat.

Grace Winslow took the opportunity to tell her mother what had happened that day.

Irene Lynch couldn’t help but marvel at it all.

"Things will keep getting better and better. Our future is definitely going to be a good one." Grace Winslow drank the last of the noodle broth, her eyes hardening with resolve as she thought of the world decades from now.

’Next year, I’ll convince my older brothers to go into business. We have to be the first ones to take the plunge.’

’In this life, I want everyone in my family to have a good life. I can’t let the tragedies of my past life happen again.’