Qin Xiangnuan thought for several days and finally decided it would be better for her family to buy their own tricycle. That way, they wouldn’t need to borrow Aunt Hua’s tricycle anymore. Additionally, Qin Xiangnuan also planned to modify the tricycle. Apart from selling pastries, she also wanted to sell pastry sandwiches using vegetables grown in their own village, which were very cheap. The pastries they made could be sold with vegetables tucked inside, and charging an extra 5 cents was like selling half a pastry more.
Moreover, she could also make meat sauce, which was incredibly delicious. In her previous life, she helped a family sell these pastry sandwiches using their secret recipe. The flavor added to the pastries was addictive.
First of all, though, they needed to own a tricycle. If it was their own, they could use it for as long as they wanted without worries.
Qin Xiangyang felt somewhat reluctant to spend money. A tricycle cost over four hundred dollars, almost as much as a TV.
But in the end, he thought about what his sister said. They couldn’t always borrow Aunt Hua’s tricycle. Borrowing it every day was embarrassing, even though they paid two dimes daily. He was increasingly afraid of having to ask each time, and if the tricycle got dirty due to bad weather, it was even more awkward.
One day, after packing up their stall, they returned Aunt Hua’s tricycle and went to the county town to buy one for their family.
Seeing the two children, the sellers thought they were up to mischief. The siblings stood for a long time, but nobody paid them any attention.
Later, when they showed their money, they were finally able to buy a tricycle for exactly 400 dollars after half a day of haggling and got a 5-dollar discount.
At home, there was a brand-new tricycle. Qin Xiangyang touched it repeatedly – it was their own tricycle.
"Come, sister, let brother take you for a ride," he lifted Qin Xiangnuan onto the tricycle, ready to cycle around the village.
"Brother, wait," Qin Xiangnuan stood up and tightened her grip around Qin Xiangyang’s neck, "We can’t say this tricycle is ours, otherwise our step-mother will definitely claim our possessions."
"This..." Qin Xiangyang thought of Hu Li, "instinctively went pale with fear. This tricycle is ours, we bought it, it has nothing to do with Hu Li, it belongs to us." Every time he thought about the unending chores, the insufficient food, and the beatings they endured, he felt scared.
"What should we do?" Qin Xiangyang jumped off the tricycle, grabbed some firewood from the ground, and wanted to throw it on the tricycle. He thought about hiding it so that no one, especially Hu Li, would know about it.
Qin Xiangnuan carefully climbed down from the tricycle, "Brother, let’s tell Aunt Hua it’s hers and that she’s lending it to us. That way, step-mother won’t come and claim our tricycle."
Yes, that’s the plan.
"I’ll go find Aunt Hua right now," Qin Xiangyang straightened his clothes, ready to go talk to Aunt Hua.
Qin Xiangnuan quickly ran into the kitchen and took out some meat and a pound of sugar they had just bought.
"Brother, take these to Aunt Hua. If she asks, tell her that we help sell pastries outside and the owner, worrying for our safety, lent us a tricycle to use temporarily."