Fang Pingying initially planned to just casually buy so items outside the hospital and return to the ward, but the goods at the hospital entrance were too expensive. A towel that sells for one yuan in other stores was priced at three yuan here; other food items were also several tis more expensive.
Unwilling to be exploited like this, and since Luo Zhiyong was indeed able to take care of himself, she walked a bit farther from the hospital entrance.
About two kiloters from the hospital, to her surprise, Fang Pingying spotted sothing similar to the small supermarkets from her previous life. Although it didn't look big, the business inside was extrely good.
Fang Pingying browsed inside, and although the items weren't cheap—certainly pricier than the usual shops—they still attracted many custors.
She overheard a woman chatting, insisting that the products here were good, branding those outside as counterfeits.
This reminded Fang Pingying of her previous life; it seed like the larger the supermarket, the more profitable it was because of its reputation; people believed the quality of goods in supermarkets was better.
Even later, after moving to small towns, people preferred shopping in supermarkets rather than the cheaper local stores, unless those stores ran wholesale-type low pricing.
If one could open a small supermarket right now, over years—five years, ten years—it might just beco a big supermarket.
When small supermarkets are everywhere in the future, hers becoming a large one, securing a solid position, she wouldn't have to worry about making money.
Unfortunately, the main thing she lacked now was capital; she had nothing but the US$ 150 in her hand.
And she still needed to allocate so for Luo Zhiyong's leg treatnt.
Fang Pingying looked around and decided she could only start with a small business for now.
She spent nearly half an hour in the supermarket, and when she left, she already had a plan in mind.
Afraid that Luo Zhiyong would be anxious seeing her delayed, she spent a bit more in the supermarket, buying two toothbrushes, a towel, a basin, and a plastic cup.
Passing by a stead bun shop on her way, and thinking of their lunch, she bought a few large buns.
At this ti, the buns were cheap; a large one was only ten cents each, five in total only cost 50 cents, certainly better than eating a stir-fried dish in an outside restaurant.
Being away from ho, there wasn't any other choice—she had to manage with what she had, saving wherever possible. Frying a dish out would cost quite a bit.
Upon returning to the hospital, Luo Zhiyong was indeed a bit anxious, asking in a hurry, "Where have you been, why did it take so long to return, weren't you just buying so things outside?"
"The stuff outside was expensive, so I walked a bit farther," Fang Pingying explained, giving him a light smile, "What's the matter, worried about ? I'm not that easy to lose, am I?"
Although Luo Zhiyong was truly worried, hearing Fang Pingying speak so bluntly made him feel embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable.
Glancing at her, he pretended to focus on the things in Fang Pingying's hands, "What did you buy?"
Knowing how difficult it was to coax sweet words out of this man, Fang Pingying pursed her lips smiling, handing over the items to him, "Just so stuff for nightti use."
After that, Fang Pingying lifted the buns she held in her other hand towards him, "You must be hungry, I bought so buns outside; you eat these first, I'll fetch so hot water to help you clean your hands."
Watching Fang Pingying's retreating figure as she walked out the door, Luo Zhiyong's lips unconsciously curled into a slight smile, feeling imnsely reassured.
Realizing his own reaction, Luo Zhiyong felt puzzled; he wasn't an easily approachable person.
In the military, whether it was his comrades or the younger soldiers, everyone thought he was difficult to get along with before they knew him well, hesitant to approach him.
Why was it that Fang Pingying seed not to fear him at all, and even seed like they had been married for a long ti?
Instead of repelling her, his heart fluttered slightly when he watched her, occasionally feeling like a boy finding his spouse really attractive, with so inappropriate impulses stirring deep inside.
Just as he pondered, Fang Pingying ca back with hot water. Seeing Luo Zhiyong staring straight at her, she smiled, "What are you looking at?"
Luo Zhiyong, feeling uncomfortable, averted his eyes and propped himself up a bit, saying, "Just thinking about my leg, not sure how long it'll take to heal, and there's a pile of things to deal with in the military."
"This kind of thing can't be rushed; even if there's lots to handle in the military, there are others managing it too, your primary task is to recover," Fang Pingying assisted him to sit properly, smiling as she spoke.
"Didn't the doctor say before? If you cooperate with the treatnt, tily take your dication and perform exercises, it should be better in a month or two. Just consider these two months as your ho leave and maternity leave."
"Mmm." Luo Zhiyong nodded without further words.
Fang Pingying washed her hands, soaked a towel in hot water to clean Luo Zhiyong's hands, handed him a bun, and casually asked, "Once your leg heals, will you imdiately return to the military?"
"Mmm." Luo Zhiyong nodded, not overthinking it.
Fang Pingying took a look at him, finding it strange how sharp and tactical he was when functioning within the military, yet so oblivious to personal matters.
Was she just asking out of curiosity? Anyone knew once his leg healed, he would definitely return to the military. The question was, what about her?
As she watched him heartily eating the bun, clueless about these concerns, Fang Pingying directly asked him, "What about ?"
Luo Zhiyong then understood her implication; he paused slightly before saying, "Do you want to join in the military as a family mber? Life there isn't free; there are many people in the family compound, possibly leading to more disputes."
Fang Pingying rolled her eyes at him, "From what you're saying, it seems like I'm soone who attracts trouble wherever I go."
Hearing her tone wanting to follow him to the military where there were indeed family mbers already, he nodded, "If you're willing to co along, that's fine, but once back in the military, I might not be ho much; you'll need to take care of yourself."
"I have hands and feet, I can take care of myself," Fang Pingying reasoned that her true intention was thinking if she really ran a business from ho, it would inevitably disturb other family mbers; whether earning or losing money, gossip would follow.
Going to the military, she could work quietly by herself; if she earned money, she could contribute more to the family; if she lost, it would just be the savings she scrimped and saved—starting over wouldn't be a big deal.
Seeing Fang Pingying determined, Luo Zhiyong directly agreed, "Alright, once we're in the military, we'll send more money ho each month; my mother probably won't say anything."
"We'll talk about that when the ti cos," Fang Pingying didn't make her statent too absolute.
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