"Then how do you sell this cloth?" She pointed to a black cheesecloth next to it.

"That one is cheaper, it costs one hundred and ten cents a piece, and it can be made into trousers, warm, and even shoes."

After thinking for a while, Yang Ruoqing said, "Let's do this. Give me half of these two colors, whichever is cheaper."

Workman smiled and said, "This is the price of this cloth. The shopkeeper said it can't be lower. Otherwise, there are still some rags and so on. I'll make the decision. I'll give you some to play with, little girl."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the pile of rags in the corner of the counter and said, "Sure."

In this way, Yang Ruoqing spent another hundred and twenty coins to buy cloth and put it in the basket she was carrying.

Then she began to grab the ends of cloth and pile them into the basket, pressing them again and again.

The waiter was dumbfounded and thought that this little girl is really greedy.

I asked her to grab a few handfuls to play with and swept them all away. But it didn't matter, these things were not worth anything and couldn't be sold.

Yang Huazhou was a dull man. No matter what Yang Ruoqing said or did, he stood quietly on the side and watched her scratching the cloth. The waiter and the people next to him rolled their eyes, but Yang Huazhou also used his own eyes to treat her.

People stare back

After leaving Buzhuang, Yang Ruoqing sighed with satisfaction.

"Qing'er, what are you doing with so many pieces of cloth?" Yang Huazhou asked.

"Take the soles, there is no cotton, put some cloth in them to keep them warm," Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhou suddenly realized.

"What else should I buy next?" Yang Huazhou asked.

"Go to the grocery store and buy some oil, salt, soy and vinegar and go home."

It was impossible not to go home, and I only had seventy-five cents left in my pocket.

Oh, no, Zhao Xiu'e didn't send ten cents. After paying the five cents of tile market rent, there were still forty-five cents left. Counting one piece, Yang Ruoqing still had one hundred and twenty cents on her.

In the grocery store, Yang Ruoqing sold salt, vinegar, soy sauce, a pack of caramel, a pound of red dates with pits, and a pack of tissue paper.

I really can't stand the toilet in Lao Yang's house. The things used to wipe the butt are actually tiles and sharpened bamboo pieces.

Papyrus is what Yang Ruoqing dreams of.

In the village, it is said that there are only a few households that can use toilet paper.

Yang Ruoqing is extravagant again

A trip to the grocery store cost me nearly fifty cents.

After coming out of the grocery store, the sun was already turning westward, so the uncle and nephew hurried home.

Passing by the steamed stuffed bun shop at the entrance of the town, the aroma wafted over them, and it dawned on the two of them that they had not eaten anything in their stomachs until now.

"Uncle Wu, let me treat you to something to eat."

"How can I ask you to invite me? Uncle Wu is the elder, so I will invite you."

"Asking elders to give money will cause thunder. Give me a chance to honor you."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but drag Yang Huazhou into the shop.

Steamed buns, steamed buns, noodles, wontons, everything.

The uncle and nephew put together a plan and ordered two bowls of plain noodles, each costing three cents.

Before leaving, Yang Ruoqing bought ten meat buns with thin skin and lots of stuffing, wrapped them in oil paper and stuffed them under the cloth.

After settling the account, there were a total of sixteen copper coins. At this point, Yang Ruoqing went out to do business this time, and the only copper coins left with her were forty-four copper coins.

He looked at the rice noodles Yang Huazhou was carrying on his shoulder pole, as well as the cloth and daily-use steamed buns he carried in his basket.

Returning home with such a full load, Yang Ruoqing felt happy and sweet.

This is the first pot of gold and the first beautiful beginning

She believes that with her wisdom and hands, she will be able to make her family live a better life

At sunset, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huazhou finally entered the village.

"Third brother, our Qing'er may be patient."

In Yang Huazhong's room, Yang Huazhou took the hot tea handed over by Sun, took a sip, and excitedly told everything about Yang Ruoqing's buying and selling of things in the town today.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were stunned for a while.

"Ah, my daughter is really capable."

Sun caressed Yang Ruoqing's head lovingly, feeling relieved after being worried for a day.

Yang Huazhou chatted with Yang Huazhong for a while, then got up and returned to the front yard.

Here, Yang Ruoqing took out the things she bought in front of the bed, piece by piece, like a treasure, and showed them to her parents.

Yang Huazhong and Sun have never seen so many things, food, use, and clothing.

"Mom, I made a total of 460 cents today. After buying these things, there are still 44 cents left. Mom, please keep it."

Seeing the money brought to her by her daughter's hands, Mrs. Sun's eyes were hot and she was about to burst into tears.

But tears of joy

"Qing'er, you keep it, mother doesn't care about the account."

"But you are my mother, the mistress of this family."

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and said seriously.

"Daughter, you are better than mother, you take care of the accounts." Ms. Sun was extremely determined this time.

Yang Ruoqing could only look at Yang Huazhong, and Yang Huazhong also looked at Yang Ruoqing with pleased and encouraging eyes.

"Daughter, my father and mother have the same idea. From now on, you will be in charge of this family."

"Hehe, then I would like to thank my parents for delegating power."

"Silly boy"

"Oh, I almost forgot, I also bought you buns."

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and found the ten buns from under the basket. They were still hot.

"I bought ten meat buns. They have thin skin and lots of stuffing. Mom and dad can try them."

Yang Ruoqing took two out of them, one for Yang Huazhong and one for Sun.

Force them to eat

The couple looked at each other, smiled, and took a bite of their buns.

The soft bun skin, when you take one bite, the broth inside will overflow, filling your mouth with a rich aroma.

"Dad, Mom, why didn't I lie to you? These buns taste really good."

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and asked, her eyebrows sparkling.

Sun and Yang Huazhong nodded in unison.

Yang Huazhong said, "It's delicious. I can't even remember the last time I ate meat buns like this."

Mrs. Sun also recalled, "For example, when I was pregnant with Xiao An, I was seriously ill. You went to Qing'er's to beg for help, but you finally begged for a few pennies and went to town to secretly buy me two steamed buns."

"Hehe, I remember it too. You ate one at that time, and you broke the remaining bun into three portions and gave one to me, one to Qing'er, and one to Da'an." Yang

Hua Zhongdao.

Mrs. Sun smiled helplessly and stopped talking.

Yang Ruoqing saw the clue and asked Mrs. Sun, "Mom, did you really eat that bun? I don't look like it?"

Sun smiled and glanced at Yang Huazhong, his expression a bit unnatural.

Yang Ruoqing became even more convinced of her guess.

"Mom, you always teach me and my two younger brothers to be honest people. Why do you lie to yourself? Tell me, who ate that bun?"

"Mother Qing'er, seriously," Yang Huazhong's curiosity was aroused.
Chapter completed!