Ding Ning didn't bother with the follow-up and went home openly and aboveboard, all by herself.
Once home, she counted the money and coupons she'd gotten today. Mm, not bad — this one trip had earned her about a regular factory worker's monthly wage.
Just for acting along with them once, she could get someone else's monthly salary. Not bad, not bad.
If there was another gig like this next time, she'd definitely keep doing it.
Back home at this hour, some workers hadn't gotten off yet, but a few older ladies who were at home were under the tree gossiping. Some were even doing handicrafts as they chatted, and when they saw her come back, they nodded faintly in response to her greeting.
They all felt that this girl had already walked out of the shadow of her parents' deaths.
The Bagua about Ding Ning's family had already been replaced by new topics; when they occasionally mentioned her, it was only with a bit of pity.
