Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

Pei Tan directly pushed the bicycle into Wei's house and left it randomly. What if it was stolen by a thief?

Zhang Junwan followed behind, looking at everything around her curiously. She liked the very novel house, especially the small attic built on the water.

Before they came, Wei Wei smuggled a few peaches from the space and paired them with the lotus cakes and mung bean cakes brought by Xiao Xiao's mother, planning to just finish their lunch.

For the thousandth time, she desperately wanted to push the time forward to ten years later, so that she could safely hire a circle of people to cook delicious food from all over the world for her.

After taking a few bites of peaches and lotus cakes, Wei Wei suddenly heard footsteps coming from the door and quickly put away the peaches.

With their mental energy released, Pei Tan and Zhang Junwan happened to push their bicycles and carry their suitcases across the gate. What are they doing here?

With questions in mind, Wei Wei came downstairs. The living room and dining room on the first floor were already filled with mechanical balls, and it was no longer a place to eat.

Pei Tan carefully avoided the crumbling mechanical balls piled up like a pyramid, "Jun Wan, be careful, don't knock them over."

Without Pei Tan's instructions, Zhang Junwan was already two meters away from the table. She was here to make friends, not to make enemies.

"Pei Tan, Jun Wan, do you have a problem with me?" Wei Wei guessed that it was not because the unscrupulous uncle went bankrupt, and they came to investigate.

Pei Tan took out the envelope from his pocket, "Weiwei, this envelope contains the monthly salary I promised you, 25 yuan. I brought it here for you. Also, here is an envelope from your father." letter."

Wei Wei took the two letters and was full of surprise. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhan still remembered to write a letter to her. He pinched Yuan Zhan's letter. It was so thin that it didn't seem to be entangled.

Wei Wei put the letter in his coat pocket, "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Pei Tan clicked and touched it. Why did these words sound like what a superior said to a subordinate?

Wei Wei turned her attention to Zhang Junwan and thought of Zhang Junxian's pleading last month. She agreed to let Zhang Junwan live next door to him, but Zhang Junwan should not go next door.

Zhang Junwan's heart tightened, "Hello Wei Wei, I'm moving next door to you. Can I hang out with you when I have time?" She wanted strong and reliable friends.

"Okay," for Zhang Zeliang's sake, Wei Wei reluctantly agreed, "but I'm very busy and may not be free."

Just like this, Zhang Junwan was very satisfied. She had broken up with her friends and desperately wanted a real good friend. She couldn't help but start thinking about whether she should do something to bring them closer.

"You helped me out by the way last time, but I haven't officially said thank you to you yet." Zhang Junwan unconsciously touched her neck. Although it hurt her a little, it was a fact that she and Brother Qingze were saved.

"You're welcome," Wei Wei responded to Zhang Junwan's thanks with a guilty conscience. That was her private business.

"Go and have a look next door. It's lunch time and there are still people at Jiang's house. Hurry and tidy up the place where you want to live. After a while, no one will be home." With this guilty conscience, Wei Wei kindly reminded her. Zhang Junwan.

Shanzi and Tieniu, both of them were never willing to have lunch in the factory, so they both chose to go back to Jiang's house to make their own lunch. Several of the small courtyards of Jiang's house had small kitchens.

If they don't go, after dinner, Shanzi and Tieniu will lock the door and go to work.

Wei Wei didn't have a key in her hand. She had never used that thing to open a lock. She just fiddled with a piece of wire and it opened. Why did she need so many keys?

"Jun Wan, Uncle Pei will help you carry your suitcase over here." Pei Tan is already here and just wants to help Jun Wan settle in. "Wei Wei, next month, Uncle Pei will give you your salary."

By the way, Pei Tan also had an excuse to see how his niece Weiwei was doing, so that the letter he wrote to Yuan Zhan wouldn't be dry and he couldn't find a few words.

"Okay, I'll bother you to make one more trip." How could Wei Wei refuse the money? "When you go back later, remember to remind your godfather that the second batch of IOUs are still in my hand, but I just received another The third batch was delivered. I will not move the third batch until the second batch is settled. I asked him not to send any more. I am not that fast. Do you want to exhaust me to death?" Even this wave of blood However, Wei Wei struggled to earn this amount of money, and it was another day when he wanted to go on strike.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll bring the message to you." Pei Tan had already fully understood Wei Wei's temper and didn't dare to be verbose at all.

After Pei Tan and the two walked away, Wei Wei took out the half-eaten peach and walked upstairs while eating it. Yuan Zhan sent her a letter again. Was there something wrong or was he sending her money again?

Throwing the peach core back into space, he returned to his room, tore open the envelope, poured it out, and took out a remittance slip and a note inside.

Wei Wei picked it up and looked at the amount on it. It was five hundred. She still remembered that last time Yuan Zhan dragged Zhang Zeliang and gave her a remittance slip, which was two thousand. She hadn't gone to the bank to take it out yet.

Picking up the note again, it simply said: Take care of yourself.

It seems that Yuan Zhan has changed a lot. Could it be Fu Fangfang's influence? At least, I know how to treat her with less nonsense and more substance.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhan now has to bear the burden of Grandpa Yuan, Grandma Yuan, Uncle Yuan and Yuan Weixin, and there is still money left for her.

He took out the wooden box where he kept his money from the space button and put the remittance slip in. There was already [-] in cash in the wooden box.

There are still more than 2000 loose cash that are not in the wooden box. Wei Wei has not put them together. When the unscrupulous uncle makes the next settlement and the rewards for her recent troubles, she should be able to round up the whole amount.

She also opened the envelope given by Pei Tan. 25 yuan was better than nothing. Plus her current salary, she had a fixed cash income of 115 yuan a month.

Ha, now she earns more than Yuan Zhan, of course it is pure cash excluding various benefits.

After being happy, Wei Wei filled her stomach and began to tailor-design her anti-aircraft machine gun. With the current industrial foundation, Wei Wei could only use the gas-guided automatic principle.

Titanium metal itself is light, and Wei Wei is strong enough to carry it alone. Therefore, she designed the barrel to be very long, with the total length at least 2150 mm, in order to bring maximum damage to fighter jets.

The recoil of this gun is very strong, and you usually have to sit down to fire it, but because of Wei Wei's strength, he omitted the bullet chain box mounting plate holder on the lower plate of the gun body that was custom-made for him.

Although part of the weight has been reduced and the maneuverability is more flexible, there is a drawback. No one except Wei Wei can stably control this gun to hit various targets hovering in the air.

Thinking of this, Wei Wei paused while drawing the design draft. Although this gun allowed her to hold it flexibly, she could not forget her teammates.