Luo Qiao had her dinner and waited till the sky was completely dark before she left the village for the commune. With this batch of fish sold, she would make a hundred and forty yuan.
But such a business couldn't be pursued too many times; the fish in that pond couldn't be completely fished out—there had to be time for them to replenish themselves.
She only wanted to use these fish to earn some capital, then move on to other endeavors.
Without capital, even the best ideas amounted to nothing.
She had long decided that once she had some money, she would make a few trips down south under the pretext of searching for her biological parents. Once she started college and got a bit older, she would find some reliable projects to work on; living her days freely and comfortably sounded pretty good.
The night was dark without moonlight, making Luo Qiao walk extra carefully. If it weren't for her physical skills, she would indeed be scared in such blackness.