Shen Yuyu coughed slightly uncomfortably and asked uncertainly: "You only want 20%?"
Fei Yanche said resolutely: "Yes, only 20%."
The two looked at each other, as if firelight flashed.
Old Mrs. Shen asked in confusion: "What's 28%? Can this thing still be sold for money?"
Many people have already understood this matter from the conversation between Shen Yue and Fei Yanche.
It seemed that she wanted to find someone to cooperate with the things she had written down, publish them and then sell them, so Ache took over the matter.
It seems that the price... is even better than Eucalyptus expected.
I have to say that Shen Rong’s guess was good about knowing his daughter as her father.
Seeing that Shen Yuyu was not hiding his intentions, he explained the fact that storybooks could be sold for money.
Sure enough, when these words were said, Mrs. Shen and Mrs. Zhao were all happy and said: "Then why are you hesitating if you can sell it for money?"
In their eyes, the stories Shen Yuyu tells every day have no other effect besides being interesting.
Now I know that this waste paper can be exchanged for money, so I am naturally very happy.
Shen Yuyu hesitated for a moment and looked at Fei Yanche and said, "I won't let you suffer too much. You can use these for printing. We will divide the money earned 40-60, I will take 60%, and the remaining 40% will be given to you."
Shen Yuyu had already vaguely felt that Fei Yanche might be in urgent need of money.
When Fei Yanche heard this, he looked at Shen Yuyu with warmth in his eyes. He did not reject Shen Yuyu's proposal.
Shen Yue brought over the written papers from her room.
Fei Yanche flipped through it casually, and the handwriting on it was obviously not written by one person.
Some handwritings are sharp and sharp, while others are round and gentle. It can be seen that the temperaments of the owners of the handwriting are also very different.
The paper is also thoughtfully marked with serial numbers, so even if the order is messed up, you can still know which one is first and which one is last.
Shen Dalang also handed the pages he had just written to Fei Yanche.
Fei Yanche took it and looked at the paper. The handwriting on it was similar to the one he saw just now, with no sharp edges.
He nodded and put the pages at the bottom of the stack of papers in his hand, and then handed them to Feidong and Feixi, who were guarding outside the door.
After Feixi took it, he quickly grabbed the top pile and started looking at it eagerly.
Feidong clenched his fist and resisted the urge to grab it from Feixi. He actually wanted to see it too.
But if you want to maintain your aloof image, forget it.
Thinking like this, Feidong rolled his eyes at Feixi, held the sword in his arms and stood up straight.
But his eyes kept looking towards Feixi.
What happened next was that not everyone in the Shen family stayed behind, but Shen Rong and Mr. Shen stayed with Shen Yue, and discussed the cooperation with Fei Yanche in detail.
This was not over yet. Shen Yuyu took out a pen and paper and asked her father, Shen Rong, to draw up a deed.
Then Shen Yue and Fei Yanche signed their names on the deed.
…
Fei Yanche and the others stayed here for a while and left before noon.
Their arrival and departure did not alarm other people in Longxian Village.
Before leaving, Fei Yanche looked at the mountains behind the Shen family yard with a deeper look.
After Fei Yanche left, everything in the Shen family went as usual.
Shen Yue still takes some time after dinner every day to give them speech books.
During the day, the boys practiced martial arts or learned knowledge from Ji Xun.
With Ji Xun here, the Shen family is not in a hurry to find a school for them and will wait until spring to make plans.
On days like this, time passes by slowly.
It’s late December, and it’s also the day before the twelfth lunar month, the winter solstice.
Early in the morning, Mrs. Song chopped the pork she bought yesterday into minced meat and mixed it with the drained cabbage.
In addition to dumplings stuffed with pork and cabbage, Zhao also mixes dumplings stuffed with leeks, three delicacies, and cabbage and mushrooms.
Little Zhang put the fillings inside, and then Mrs. Shen, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Zhao mixed them together.
Everyone moved their things to the dining room and sat down to work together.
Shen Yue, Song Xiaoni and Hua Ling sat together making dumplings, finally regaining some confidence in their cooking skills.
Although she is not good at cooking, she makes the most beautiful dumplings.
Hua Ling looked at Shen Yuyu's fingers in surprise, watching her fingers fly, and the next moment she made a beautiful shape.
Hua Ling tugged on Shen Yuyu's sleeve and said hastily: "Yuyu, please teach me how to knead it. I want to knead it into that shape too."
Shen Yuyu slowed down his movements and let Hua Ling follow step by step.
But I didn't learn how to knead the flower bell for a long time, and the dough couldn't even wrap the meat filling inside.
She said frustratedly: "No, why is it so disobedient?"
Shen Yuyu looked at the depressed look on Hua Ling's face and comforted her with a few words.
After a while, Shen Yuyu took the uncut dough on a whim and kneaded it into the shapes of small animals.
She tilted her head and looked at it, feeling that something was not right, so she brought mung beans and soybeans and garnished them on the animal-shaped dough.
Seeing what Shen Yuyu was pinching, Sanlang, Wulang and Liulang gathered around.
Mrs. Shen watched them playing with a smile, but she still said with disgust: "Go and play, don't spill the dumpling stuffing."
Then he threw a ball of noodles to Shen Yuyu and asked her to take a few little guys to another table to knead it.
He also warned them not to waste the dough.
…
As soon as the twelfth lunar month arrives, the village becomes obviously lively.
Originally, everyone just made do and a year passed.
However, the Shen family came here two years ago to hire people to build houses, which allowed many families to save some money, and they will be able to have more money this year.
Those who have some extra money at home will go to the town to buy some things to keep for the New Year.
The same goes for the Shen family. They still have a lot of money left in their hands, so naturally they won't be stingy in this matter.
It's just that they don't have any relatives or friends here, so it seems a bit desolate during the festival.
In about twenty days, the baby in Xiao Zhang's belly will be ten months old.
Shen Yun's biggest task now is to help little Zhang move his body.
Little Mrs. Zhang was wandering around with her big belly, and everyone was frightened to see it.
Aunt Pan picked wild vegetables from the foot of the mountain and walked deliberately to the Shen family.
Smelling the fragrance wafting from the yard, Aunt Pan glanced there resentfully.
If their family hadn't been unwilling to accept her son to build a house, their family wouldn't have had to watch other people in the village go back to town to buy things and be greedy.
When she looked at it, she found that the door to the Shen family's courtyard was open, and when she looked in, Shen Yun was holding the big-bellied little Zhang around slowly in a circle.
Thinking of those handsome boys from the Shen family, Aunt Pan came up with an idea.