After hearing Huang Qingning's words, Lingchuan's first concern was whether Huang Zhiqiu would have a bad opinion of him because of his street stall.
Thinking about it, Lingchuan hurriedly explained, "My street stall is only temporary, just for a month or two. In the future, I will mainly do the wholesale of small accessories. I founded a company called Excellence Department Store."
Hearing that Lingchuan had founded a company, Huang Qingning quickly stuck out his tongue, "Ah, cousin-in-law, just think of what I said just now as nonsense."
Lingchuan said modestly: "It's just a small company. Including me, there are only three or four employees in total."
"That's pretty good. Can you make money wholesale of trinkets?"
"It's okay. Winter is the off-season, and no one likes buying small jewelry to wear. So I turned to other businesses, setting up a street stall selling scarves, gloves, hats and the like."
Everyone was stunned.
Yun Mo took over the words, "Although running a street stall is hard work, the income is not bad. Some people can earn fifty or sixty a day, and sometimes one or two hundred can be earned."
What? Earn one or two hundred a day?
The Huang family were all shocked.
"Cousin, are you kidding me? Can you make so much money by running a street stall?"
“Not everyone who sets up a street stall can earn so much. First, the quality of the products must be excellent, second, the sales methods must be particular, and third, luck.
Our goods are obtained directly from the factory, eliminating the need for middlemen, which saves a lot of costs.
The second is the sales method. Gloves, hats and scarves are put into a set and sold in sets. Sometimes one person buys several sets. Small profits but quick turnover. Once the sales volume increases, the profits will naturally be considerable.
Finally, it’s luck. The winter in Jiang City got cold earlier this year and it was colder than in previous years. Gloves, hats and scarves are particularly popular.”
The Huang family was very convinced when they heard that.
Huang Yu joked: "It's so easy for people in this city to earn money. Cousin, why don't I follow you and set up a street stall? I don't ask for more. I can earn a hundred and eighty yuan a month."
enough!"
Yun Mo looked at Huang Yu funny, "Brother Xiaoyu, if you work hard in the bamboo weaving factory, I guarantee you can earn this amount, or even more than this."
"Really or not? Cousin, I take it seriously."
"Only if you listen to me."
"Listen! You must listen, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"
Yun Mo nodded and said: "Brother Chen, you happen to be here, so I will assign you some work first. Tomorrow you and Brother Xiaoyu will go to various villages to post recruitment notices."
"Okay, then I'll pick up Huang Yu at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."
After Chen Bin left, Liu Zhi and Huang Zhiqiu began to clear the dishes on the table. Lingchuan also wanted to help, but Huang Zhiqiu stopped him.
"Xiao Ling, just rest. I'm killing chickens and cooking vegetables. I've been busy from afternoon to night. Thank you for your hard work."
"Mom, I'm not working hard. This is what I should do."
"What should I do or shouldn't? Okay, you can take a break. I don't have many bowls."
In the kitchen.
Liu Zhi was responsible for washing the dishes, and Huang Zhiqiu was responsible for cleaning the water. The aunt and sister-in-law cooperated tacitly.
Liu Zhi sighed while washing the bamboo chopsticks, "Zhiqiu, I really envy you."
Huang Zhiqiu couldn't help but laugh, "What do I have to envy? Sister-in-law, you are the lucky one. Qinghe, Xiaoyu, and Qingning, each one is more capable than the other, and they are also filial to you and elder brother."
"Hai, if you are really capable, you won't have to rely on Momo for help."
Liu Zhi put the cleaned chopsticks into the basin in front of Huang Zhiqiu, then picked up the bowl and started to rinse it, "Your Momo's grades are so good, it's appropriate for her to go to college. Xiaoling is calm and down-to-earth, and she is filial to you."
Jia, you are so capable, you are really coming out ahead."
Huang Zhiqiu's first impression of Lingchuan was very good. As she got to know and get to know each other these days, her satisfaction with Lingchuan, her son-in-law, grew day by day.
But I still have to say a few words about saving face, "Sister-in-law, Jiayong is pretty good, responsible, and good to Qinghe. I never forget to buy things for you and my elder brother every year when I come back. By the way, when will Qinghe and Jiayong be together?"
Coming back?"
"Probably just these two days."
In the main room, Yun Mo took out the red paper she had bought in the town before, cut it into a rectangle about 80*60 centimeters wide with scissors, and then used a brush dipped in ink to handwrite the recruitment notice.
The other Huang family members gathered around to watch Yun Mo write.
Yun Mo writes very quickly, with flowing clouds and smooth strokes, but there is no sloppiness at all, and each stroke is clear and neat.
"The character Momo is really well written."
Yun Mo wrote and replied, "It's not bad, I can see it."
She is not modest in saying this, and her calligraphy skills can intimidate outsiders. In the eyes of real calligraphers, she is at most a primary school student.
Huang Qingning said with a smile: "Cousin, your calligraphy is so good, I might as well write these New Year's couplets on you."
Yun Mo smiled, "Okay."
You may think it's a coincidence, but the reason why she practiced calligraphy in her previous life was really to write couplets.
I don't know if it's because her body is not good enough, or because she hasn't practiced for a long time, but just after writing two job advertisements, her wrists are so sore that she can no longer use them.
She put down her pen and was about to rest for ten minutes before writing. Lingchuan suddenly picked up the brush she had put down and started writing on a new piece of red paper.
Looking at the powerful regular characters written under the tip of the pen dipped in ink, Yun Mo was really a little surprised.
"Lingchuan, have you ever learned calligraphy?"
Lingchuan replied as he wrote, "My grandpa was a private school teacher and taught my eldest brother and me how to write big characters when we were young."
Perhaps due to his unfamiliarity, Lingchuan wrote slowly at first, but after finishing one piece, he began to get better. Not only did his speed increase, but his handwriting became more beautiful and stretched.
After Lingchuan wrote three pictures in a row, Yunmo took over the pen and continued writing.
In this way, the two of them took turns and spent nearly an hour finally writing ten job advertisements.
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After getting up the next day, Yun Mo went directly to the firewood shed and put away the recruitment notice hanging on the dry straw.
When she was harvesting, the two little native dogs kept in the woodshed gathered around her feet and barked "yum yum yum".
Since buying the two little ones back, Yang Xinghua has usually been taking care of them, but apparently the two still remember the smell of cloud moss, and their little tails are wagging very happily.
While there was no one in the woodshed, Yun Mo squatted down, her mind moved slightly, and some spiritual spring water came out of her palms like dewdrops.
"嘤嘤嘤~"
The two little local dogs scrambled to get together to drink. As a result, their heads bumped into each other, and they were knocked upside down.
Because his body was too fat and his limbs were too short, he couldn't get up for a long time.
Yun Mo was amused by the two little local dogs struggling to turn over. At this time, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.
She turned her head and saw that it was Lingchuan, and subconsciously said: "Pour half a bowl of water in for me. I want warm water."
"good."
Lingchuan quickly walked into the woodshed carrying half a bowl of warm water.
Yun Mo dropped the spiritual spring water in her hand into the bowl and placed it in front of the two little native dogs.
Unexpectedly, the two little guys fought so hard that they knocked over the bowl.
Yun Mo gave it to the two little guys without any courtesy, and said loudly, "Drink a shovel, but don't drink anymore."
The two little guys tilted their round, furry heads and looked at her blankly for a while, then immersed themselves in licking the water on the ground.