Nowadays, the days are long and the nights are short, and it starts to light up at 5 o'clock in the morning, so Zhang Xiaoming and Uncle Yu set out from home at around 5 o'clock and arrived in the city around 6 o'clock. At this time, people just walked out of their houses and asked them to buy their cars when they saw them. As for closing the stall around nine o'clock.
It was a bit early to go to the popsicle factory at this time. Uncle Yu and his cousin drove home, and it was his younger son who drove the three cousins into the city.
Uncle Yu's youngest son is the eighteen-year-old boy who Ye Fan gave the money to the village chief last year. His name is Yu Hongwei. He left his three cousins at Ye Fan's house and went to the popsicle factory with Ye Fan. Eight boxes of popsicles.
While the two went to the popsicle factory, Geng Zhiqin and Huihui took the three of them to the park. Ye Fan and Yu Hongwei first went to the park to unload four boxes of popsicles, and then Ye Fan took Yu Hongwei through the streets.
The two of them moved to the Children's Palace while selling. It was half past eleven when we arrived at the Children's Palace. The parents who left their children at the Children's Palace were about to get off work, and the children were thirsty. The children who could come to the Children's Palace had good family conditions and had some pocket money, so Ye Fan and Yu Hongwei parked their cars. The children get off and squeeze in.
Dabao, who was wearing old clothes, was pushed to the back by the older children. He couldn't help blinking his eyes and asked in disbelief: "Brother, didn't you ask us to sell it?"
Geng Benben: "It seems we are not needed."
Dabao was anxious: "What should I do? I just bought a piggy bank, and there is not a penny in it."
Yu Wentao led Erbao behind them. Hearing this, he was speechless and wanted to laugh. Who dares to believe that Miss Ye's son thinks about making money every day, as if he has been a beggar all his life.
Yu Wentao asked: "Dabao, did the people at the Children's Palace ask you to sell popsicles there?"
Dabao forgot to ask, "I'll ask."
Dabao often comes to the Children's Palace and knows several employees. He is not afraid of people. When he comes to someone's house, he asks if he can sell popsicles on both sides of the gate.
In an era when setting up a stall was despised, a young man wearing old clothes suddenly asked this question. The employees subconsciously thought that his family was in difficulty, so they hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Are you selling alone?"
Dabao: "Me and my brother. My mother sent it here for us. My mother sells popsicles somewhere else." When these words came to the ears of lesbians, it immediately turned out that her mother had no job and was an idle member of society. Dabao added, "Let my grandma watch it in the morning, and we will sell it at noon and afternoon, okay? Sister, I'll treat you to some popsicles."
The lesbian smiled and said: "Thank you. Children, you should call me aunt."
"But you are younger than my mother." Dabao was not afraid of his mother coming in to fix him.
Gay men who work with lesbians say that the mother of a teenage child must be thirty-five years old at most. He, a gay man, is almost forty but is younger than the teenage mother. The teenage mother must be very hardworking and look old, "Children, sell popsicles." Yes, but you are not allowed to make any noise. If you ask who asked you to sell it here, you are not allowed to say that we agreed.”
Dabao nodded: "I just said no one stipulates that you can't sell it here."
The lesbian said with a smile: "That's really smart. What grade are you in?"
Dabao: "I will be in the second grade of junior high school when school starts again."
The lesbian was surprised: "You're not that old?"
Dabao: "Mom said I am eleven and a half years old."
The lesbian also felt that he was in his teens and could not possibly be 14 or 15 years old. "Then you are very smart. You are in the second grade of junior high school at such a young age."
Gay men remind: "It's time to eat."
Dabao was hungry and asked with a bald mouth: "Can we go to the cafeteria to eat?"
The lesbian nodded: "Yes. But it requires money. It's cheaper for us to use meal tickets."
Dabaoxin said, fortunately, otherwise it would be so embarrassing. It seems that I won’t be able to talk too much in the future, as I will easily make a mistake. Dabao said thank you first, and then explained: "It's cheaper for us to take the bus home and come back at noon than to buy and eat in the canteen."
The lesbian thought about the current weather, wasting time and spending money, and said sincerely: "You are really smart. You shouldn't just think about making money."
Dabao: "I want to take the college entrance examination."
The lesbian was very pleased and patted his thin shoulder: "I believe you can become a pillar of the country."
Dabao nodded, he believed he could.
The lesbian has never met such a sensible young man. When she and her colleague arrived at the cafeteria, they couldn't help but sigh - poor children have long been in charge.
Dabao jumped out of the door, but there were only a lot of people around his mother and his cousin: "Grandma, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."
Yu Wentao couldn't help but ask: "Isn't the Children's Palace canteen a staff canteen?"
"Outsiders can also go, just like going to a state-owned hotel." Dabao said.
When parents came to pick up their children, there were a lot of people at the door. Yu Wentao was worried that others would see Erbao's cleverness and cuteness and reach out to take her away, so she asked Benben to hold Erbao while she asked Ye Fan how to solve lunch.
Ye Fan: "Xiaoqin steams rice and hot buns, and makes two random dishes for us to eat at home." He looked at Yu Hongwei and said, "They are eating at our house at noon, give Xiaoqin two yuan."
Yu Wentao couldn't help but ask: "Are they willing too?"
"Xiao Ming is alone at his uncle's house, and it's only one yuan at a time. The four of them pay two yuan, why don't you want to? Our family also provides watermelon and tea." Ye Fan saw that there were many people, so he asked everyone to line up.
Seeing how busy she was, Yu Wentao took her three grandchildren to the cafeteria first.
The cafeteria of the Children's Palace is spacious and there are several fans. Yu Wentao was surprised and couldn't help but said to Erbao: "It's more comfortable than at home. Ask your mother later and we will eat here at noon from now on."
Erbao thought it was too hot outside and didn't want to go home at this time: "Okay. But, grandma, my brother is selling popsicles and I am painting beside him. What should you do?"
Yu Wentao: "I have my place to go."
There are many old people in the Children's Palace, most of them intellectuals. Yu Wentao finds it interesting just listening to people chatting, "Er Bao, how about grandma enroll you in another class? In the afternoon."
Erbao shook his head: "No!"
Yu Wentao was speechless, thinking that the little girl loved to study.
After they had eaten, Ye Fan and Yu Hongwei were still selling popsicles. Yu Wentao saw people beside their cars at the door, and wondered: "Have you never eaten popsicles?"
Selling popsicles requires a car, or at least a bicycle, otherwise you'll get a heatstroke from carrying a popsicle box to the bus stop. But people who can afford to buy bicycles in this era look down upon the business of selling things on the streets.
In the early 1980s, there were only a few shops equipped with refrigerators on the streets, and everyone had to rely on water to quench their thirst. If you can afford it, buy a big watermelon or make mung bean soup. But none of these are as comfortable as eating them over ice.
She felt uncomfortable with the heat after work and had to pick up the naughty child. Whoever gave her a piece of ice at this time was her relative.
Ye Fan dared to haul eight boxes at a time, with hundreds of popsicles in each box, just because the market was blank. Not to mention five years, even in three years, Ye Fan would not dare to carry four boxes at a time.
Until half past twelve, there was no one outside the Children's Palace. Yu Wentao asked Ye Fan to bring a box and put it inside the door, and told her and Yu Hongwei to go home quickly, and told her to drink Huoxiang Zhengqi water when they got back.
Ye Fan asked: "Have you eaten?"
Yu Wentao nodded: "Eat in the cafeteria. Erbao doesn't have much appetite."
Ye Fan: "Don't let her eat popsicles yet."
"I know it's easy to have diarrhea when it's hot or cold."
Ye Fan heard this and went home with confidence.
At the door of the house, Zhang Xiaoming came out of Zhang's house and gave the key to Ye Fan: "Xiaoqin went to deliver food to Huihui. You two go to eat too. I'll watch the car."
Ye Fan put eight boxes in the park - hers and Yu Hongwei's - because not many families in this era had fans. After returning home and having a quick meal, he went to the park with a cattail leaf fan and a hat to enjoy the cool air.
A popsicle costs three cents to cool down and quench thirst. It is more comfortable than drinking Huoxiang Zhengqi water after a heatstroke, so adults are willing to have one.
While Ye Fan was eating, an aunt walked towards Geng Huihui with her grandson: "Two nickels and two?"
Geng Huihui shook her head: "Excluding the gas and meal money, we earn 5 cents per popsicle. Two nickels for five cents, isn't our work in vain?"
"You sell me two sticks and sell them to others for six cents."
Huihui's eyes signaled her to turn around, and the aunt lowered her face, thinking that Huihui was telling her to stay cool. Then she looked back and saw several neighbors three steps away.
Realizing that what she just said might have been heard by the neighbors, the aunt's face changed slightly: "Why are your legs so fast?" She muttered and gave Geng Huihui six cents. ”
There was no one in the Children's Palace at this time, and Yu Wentao was sitting next to the popsicle box and almost fell asleep.
Several employees came out to go to the toilet and get some fresh air. When they saw an old lady with three children who were too sleepy to open their eyes, they felt that it was not easy for Yu Wentao: "Auntie, how do you sell popsicles?"
Dabao woke up and found a lesbian who looked very familiar: "Sister, let me treat you."
"No need."
Dabao said in an old-fashioned way: "I can afford a popsicle." Then he gave the four cheapest ones to others.
A few comrades were too embarrassed to accept it, saying that it was hard for their mothers to pull popsicles.
Dabao's heart skipped a beat. He was worried that if someone found out that his mother owned a three-wheeled motorcycle, he would feel cheated, and then he would get angry and not allow him to sell it here. "It's not very hard. My mother and her neighbor bought a three-wheeled motorcycle together, and the neighbor used it for half a day in the morning," he said. My mother spends half a day in the afternoon.”
Yu Wentao nodded subconsciously: "There is a car."
Sanbengzi is very expensive, even if you pay half the price, it is still a huge sum of money. The few of them looked at Dabao's clothes again. They found they were old and didn't fit. They suddenly felt that the money to buy the car was the result of the family's hard work.
Even so, it shows that he is not in need of help from others.
Being able to sell things with shame, instead of directly begging, made several comrades look down on me.
The lesbian who met Dabao before said: "You can treat me with these four. I will buy five more for my colleagues."
Ye Fan expected that someone would buy too much, so he bought a handful of small plastic bags and stuffed a bunch of them into Dabao's box. Dabao took a bag and counted five to her, while Geng Benben collected the money.
Several comrades simply stuffed all nine popsicles into the bag. Back in the office, one person at a time, while eating, they praised the little boy selling popsicles at the door for his intelligence.
Ye Fan did not deliberately train or guide the two children. She felt that it was better to save more family property than to expect her children to become dragons and phoenixes. When she was old, her children would not have to work for a living so they would have time to take care of her and Geng Zhiye.
Erbao has a talent for languages, so Ye Fan bought her a Russian book with Erbao's consent. Dabao reacts quickly and has good balance. Yu Wentao wants to buy him skates. Dabao is willing to play, so Ye Fan lets her buy them.
Perhaps what Dabao heard most during his years on the island was how much honey was sold for, how much duck and goose feathers were sold, how much a pound of oranges were, etc. Ye Fan often taught the islanders who knew nothing how to communicate with outsiders. When dealing with people, he can also speak a few words at home, so Dabao can learn by himself without a teacher.
The most incredible thing for Ye Fan was that Dabao didn't feel embarrassed about making money.
At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the parents of the naughty children went to work and threw the naughty children into the children's palace. Some of them had taken skating lessons with Dabao. When they saw him, they asked: "Geng Dabao, do you sell popsicles?" < br>
Geng Dabao nodded.
"Does your family have no money?"
Geng Dabao: "My parents don't have jobs."
The little classmate sympathized with him: "Then let me buy one. How much does it cost?"
"Three points for the popsicle, five points for the mung bean flavor, and one cent for the ice cream." Dabao said.
The little classmate took out a dime and was a little reluctant to hand it over.
When Dabao saw this, he said: "Buy three cents. You can eat three times and still have one cent left."
"Geng Dabao, you are so good." The little classmate was embarrassed to buy the three cents, because he was afraid that Dabao would laugh at him for not being able to eat the ice cream, because his classmates had laughed at him.
Dabao didn't know what he was doing.
Geng Benben didn't understand how Dabao became a good person.
I asked Benben to give him seven cents, and the little classmate put it in his pocket and went to play table tennis.
Dabao asked: "Er Bao, do you want some popsicles?"
Erbao: "Grandma said you can only eat one. If I have diarrhea, my mother won't allow you to sell popsicles."
Dabao opened the kettle, poured half a glass of water and handed it to her. After Erbao finished drinking, he leaned on his brother. Dabao saw that she was still sleepy: "How about you and grandma go home?"
Erbao looked at the sun outside and shook his head decisively.
Dabao had previously suggested that his mother send him lunch because he didn’t want to take the bus home in the sun. Seeing that he understood his sister very well, he sat down cross-legged and let Erbao sleep on his legs.
When Yu Wentao came back from chatting with someone for a while, she saw her three children falling asleep next to each other.
Since there were only three kinds, Yu Wentao knew how to sell them when she remembered. When people came, she would help sell them. When the children woke up on their own, Yu Wentao asked the three of them to play.
In the past, Dabao and Erbao spent the whole day playing on the island, and Ye Fan didn't care about them, so they had enough fun as children, and after returning from a roundabout, they guarded the refrigerator, while Geng Benben played table tennis with others.
He came back sweating from playing and let Dabao and Erbao play while he looked at the stall.
Dabao saw that all the sitting places around him were occupied: "Grandma, let's get two folding stools tomorrow."
Yu Wentao thought that Geng Zhiqin would take some folding stools to the park: "Our folding stools are worth buying."
Dabao nodded: "Brother Ben Ben, don't open it and look. Mom said the ice cream will melt when it is heated."
Geng Benben quickly covered it.
The afternoon was much hotter than the morning. After Dabao finished speaking, a group of teenagers holding table tennis rackets came over to ask for popsicles.
When Dabao saw whoever had more money, he told him that there was milk-flavored ice cream.
It was unrealistic to sell hundreds of popsicles and ice cream to students, so Dabao asked his cousin to go out and yell at him.
Geng Benben was embarrassed, and Dabao said: "I will earn five percent of the money you earned today, and you will get one percent of it?"
"No!" Geng Benben immediately ran to the shade of the tree and asked: "Grandpa, aunts, uncles and aunts, do you want to buy popsicles? It costs three cents each, at the entrance of the Children's Palace. There is also milk-flavored ice cream."
At first no one paid attention to him, and Geng Benben felt embarrassed. Then he comforted himself that there was no shame in making money, and there was no shame in making money. Then he went to the roadside and shouted, "Popsicles, three cents each, at the entrance of the Children's Palace."
There is a bus stop sign next to the Children's Palace. People waiting for the bus look to the left and right to see if there is no bus, and then run inside to buy a popsicle.
Not every child can stay in the Children's Palace for a day. Some children with grandparents do not want to enter the Children's Palace in the afternoon and play with others nearby. When they hear the sound of Geng Benben, they go home to buy popsicles from their grandparents.
Adults can't help but compare, not to mention children. Other children can't help but clamor to eat the popsicles when they see their friends.
At around five o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan came to pick up his son. Dabao said with a sad face: "Mom, only half of it was sold."
Ye Fan asked: "Has it melted?"
Dabao shook his head: "The ice you put in the corner of the box has melted."
Ye Fan: "It's okay if the ice melts. That's the crushed ice sent by the popsicle factory. Put it in mom's car first and wait for the workers to get off work. Mom will sell it when she gets home. It's almost done when we get home. You and grandma can go home. I'll follow you later Xiao Ming will discuss 64 points, you, Benben, your sister-in-law and Huihui, the four of you will get 10% each?”
There was light in Dabao's eyes: "Does Xiao Ming agree?"
Ye Fan: "Thirty percent of the popsicles that mom sells are sold by your sister-in-law and Huihui. He has no reason to disagree. As long as your sister-in-law has no objection."
Yu Wentao said: "She doesn't dare to have an opinion! It's not your mother who pulls popsicles. She didn't even score 10%."
That makes sense. Dabao was relieved. Ye Fan parked the car under a tree and put up a sign beside the car - Popsicle, Popsicle, three cents each.
Not long after Dabao left, all the workers living nearby came back. My head felt dizzy from the heat, so I bought a popsicle. But thinking about having children, I took a few more.
There was no one in the Children's Palace, so Ye Fan went into the alley, avoiding the supply and marketing cooperatives and shops. As expected, business was good.
I went to the park with a few leaves left, and the few popsicles on the way to the park were also bought by workers after get off work. Geng Zhiqin and Geng Huihui still have ten or twenty boxes left. Ye Fan and Yu Hongwei went to the park after dinner to pick up a box and sell them on the street, otherwise there would be more leftover. Ye Fan said: "Go home."
Several young people from the Yu family were distressed and asked: "What should I do with so many? They are almost melting."
Ye Fan: "I have a refrigerator at home and put it in the refrigerator. I will pick up six boxes tomorrow and then pick them up after everything is sold. Meet at my house and I will teach you how to calculate accounts."
Then Ye Fan took the box and left first.
Before they reached the entrance of the alley, a few people who had returned from get off work were chatting under a tree. When they saw the sign on the car, they called Ye Fan. It took a few people to recognize Ye Fan after they paid, and they couldn't help but ask, "Why are they still selling popsicles?"
Ye Fan: "Half of the boxes on the car belong to relatives in the countryside. I am a poor man, so I can only think of other ways, otherwise my mother-in-law will have to pay for it."
A full year after Ye Fan's family moved in, the inquiring adults and aunts finally figured out that Yu Wentao was willing to marry Geng's father, who was more than ten years older than her, because her family was poor.
Several neighbors who bought popsicles knew about this and said, "It's not easy for you either."
One of the neighbors suddenly remembered that she and the Zhang family bought the car together: "Should Xiao Ming share half of the money from the sale?" Before Ye Fan could say anything, he said, "You can separate the money you made from Xiao Ming."
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When Ye Fan heard that something was going on here, he gave him an ice cream.
The other party was embarrassed, waved his hand and took a step back: "Xiao Ming is very nice. He is one year younger than me. We often go to and from school together. His brother is not good. I heard that his partner not only wants three turns and one ring, but also a gold ring. What do you think? I really don’t care about sharing it equally with Xiao Ming, but no matter how much you share with him, you will still be ruined by Zhang Xiaojun.”
Several neighbors often met Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang. Ye Fan could not follow his words and scold Zhang Xiaojun, fearing that they would spill the beans, which made the Zhang family angry: "But Xiao Ming thinks he is the eldest brother -" Suddenly an idea came to him , "I have an idea. But please tell me, are you and Zhang Xiaojun in the same unit?"
"Not in the same workshop."
Ye Fan asked again: "Does Zhang Xiaojun really want to save face?"
Several neighbors nodded in unison.
Ye Fan: "Everyone actually sympathizes with Zhang Xiaoming?"
Several people sighed: "What's the use of sympathy? It's not like I haven't told Zhang Xiaoming that his wooden head is hopeless."
"Yes." Ye Fan whispered, "Are you coming out at noon?"
Several people shook their heads: "It's too hot, I don't want to come out."
Ye Fan: "Tomorrow at noon I will ask Zhang Xiaoming to sell popsicles at the entrance of your factory. After you have eaten, go and have a look. If Xiaoming arrives, please inform the people in the factory to buy popsicles, and then say that he is Zhang Xiaojun's brother."
Some people said that Zhang Xiaojun was not mad at all. Thinking of this, several people vaguely understood what Ye Fan was going to do, but they felt it was useless
The next morning, before Ye Fan set off, Zhang Xiaoming said that he would sell the popsicles when Ye Fan came back, and that he would walk around the streets with Ye Fan in the afternoon. Ye Fan gave him an idea: go to the factory gate to sell at 11:30, and there was no need to shout or move around.
Zhang Xiaoming was very embarrassed when he heard that it was his father's work unit. Ye Fan said, "It's not shabby to make money in an upright manner." Even college students are ashamed of themselves, so Zhang Xiaoming is nothing to him. With this thought, Zhang Xiaoming went.
Hundreds of workers bought Zhang Xiaoming's box and a half of popsicles. Zhang Xiaoming was very happy, with a smile still on his face. Zhang Xiaojun rushed over angrily and asked: "Who asked you to sell it here?"
Zhang Xiaoming's smile froze. He was not as honest as Zhang Xiaojun, and he didn't react for a moment. But when Zhang Xiaojun saw that he remained silent, he became even more angry and kicked the car.
Zhang Xiaoming cherished this car very much and pushed his younger brother away angrily: "This car does not belong to our family!"
Zhang Xiaojun immediately calmed down - he couldn't afford to offend Geng Zhiye, "You are not allowed to sell popsicles here in the future. You are shameless and I want to be shameless!"
Zhang Xiaoming's face turned pale. Several neighbors who hid in a secret place felt that the trouble was big this time. When they saw Zhang Xiaoming was about to cry, they wanted to say that Xiaojun didn't do it on purpose. Suddenly thinking of what Ye Fan said yesterday, he immediately said: "What is Xiaojun going to do? If you don't steal or rob, who will lose face?"
Another echoed: "It's not because you wake up early and work late, but he has money to buy a gold ring for his partner? How ignorant!"
Zhang Xiaoming couldn't bear to cry: "Golden ring?"
Several people really didn't know that he didn't know. They looked at each other and one of them asked tentatively: "You don't know? Xiaojun said that he has money to buy gold rings. Almost everyone in his workshop knows. What's going on with your family? It’s not like I don’t understand, it’s not the money you earn.”
The honest man's face was red with anger at this moment.
Some people say he has a bit of a temper.
Zhang Xiaoming's schoolmate took the opportunity to say: "I'm not talking about Xiaojun, your younger sister has no partner, and her eldest sister's husband's family has been holding off on marrying you because of your family's situation. Your younger brother will go to high school next year, and he will have to spend money everywhere. How can he do it?" Buy a gold ring. And you are the same age as me. My eldest son is almost in middle school. When do you plan to start a family?”
For the first time, Zhang Xiaoming felt that his brother was not sensible and was not as sensible as a few neighbors. "Does he want to buy it or does his partner want to buy it?"
Zhang Xiaoming's schoolmate was immediately angry and said angrily: "He's trying to make up for your brother! If he doesn't brag, who knows how much money you make?"
Another neighbor said: "Don't always think that your brother is being led astray by a woman. You need to find a partner. I don't care if you have three turns and a gold ring. Will you marry him?"
Alumnus Zhang Xiaoming felt that he might marry him because of his single-minded virtue: "Even if you marry, are you willing to spend your brother's money? You can't even ask your brother to pay for it if you go to pick up rags!"
Zhang Xiaoming nodded: "Xiaojun is still young——"
"A twenty-seven-year-old kid?" The schoolmate wanted to curse, but couldn't do it in front of him, so he could only roll his eyes to express his dissatisfaction, "How old is Geng Dabao? He dared to write Spring Festival couplets in the park on such a cold day last year. The child is the grandson of a general, why is it not embarrassing?”
Zhang Xiaoming thought that Dabao had brought a box of popsicles to sell in the Children's Palace yesterday. There must be classmates in the Children's Palace who were learning talents with Dabao. "Xiaojun has changed."
The schoolmate said: "You're used to it!" Not wanting to talk nonsense, he grabbed one of them with each hand and went back to the workshop to rest.
Zhang Xiaoming was silent for a long time outside the factory gate. The sun turned and shone on him. He couldn't bear the heat before he realized that he should drive back.
Ye Fan saw that he looked wrong and pretended not to notice. He took the car and shouted while moving towards the Children's Palace. When he got there, Ye Fan saw his son smiling and asked, "Is the business good?"
"Mom didn't come at noon, so everyone came to me to buy popsicles because their money was useless. I thought they would be sold out at four o'clock in the afternoon."
Ye Fan: "Then mom is gone?"
Dabao waved his hand: "Drive carefully."
Ye Fan was speechless and didn't know who his mother was.
Then Ye Fan moved little by little towards her mother's house. When he saw Liang Liang at the intersection, he shouted: "Liang Liang, come here."
The little girl doesn't know shame yet, but she is only happy when she sees her aunt, because this aunt likes to buy her delicious food. Ye Fan gave her a milk-flavored ice cream and said, "Tell grandma to take a bite." She nodded obediently, and then ran towards grandma happily.
Chen Xiaohui came over and asked: "How many days have you been selling?"
Ye Fan: "I used to have two boxes a day, but now I have six boxes a day, maybe seven boxes."
"How much does it cost per day?"
Ye Fan stretched out his finger: "The net profit from one box is so much."
Popsicles are cheap and easy to sell. A box doesn’t cost more than 40 yuan. Chen Xiaohui guessed: “Four yuan? Not much.”
Ye Fan was speechless. One day was not much more than a month's work. She is really short-sighted, "I haven't graduated yet, and the income I make in two months is not enough for my family for a year?"
Chen Xiaohui forgot that she could sell a summer vacation: "You said before-"
"You can talk to me about this after Shanghai City is settled." Ye Fan saw the neighbor's aunt coming over and asked Chen Xiaohui to go and cool down, so as not to delay her business.
The neighbor's aunt laughed at Ye Fan's disgusted look, "What did Xiaohui say?"
Chen Xiaohui didn't dare to mention the Chen family, "I asked her to take me to make money together, but she didn't want to because she thought I was stupid."
The neighbor's aunt said to her heart, "Don't you bother to talk sweetly?"
Ye Fan got one for her: "I think they made it with milk, so you can eat it without worry."
The aunt dared to come over and buy it just because she saw that she dared to give Liang Liang something to eat.
Ye Fan gave Chen Xiaohui a three-cent popsicle. Chen Xiaohui couldn't believe it: "You are so willing!"
"It would be nice to eat some." Ye Fan waved his hand, "Take care of Liang Liang."
Chen Xiaohui was speechless. When she came to Tao Chunlan, she complained: "She is not willing to give me a nickel."
Tao Chunlan: "Then you and Liang Liang will change?"
Chen Xiaohui was shameless and simply shut up.
Ye Fan stayed at the intersection for a while and said to her mother: "I'll go look elsewhere."
"Just rest for two days if you're tired." Tao Chunlan said.
Ye Fan: "It was Zhang Xiaoming at noon, so I took over the car."
Tao Chunlan felt relieved, and after Ye Fan walked away, she said, "It's good to partner with others."
The neighbor sitting next to Tao Chunlan said: "It's not hard work, just go out and have fun."
When Chen Xiaohui thought about how easy it was to make money, she couldn't help but pray that Chen Kuanren would come and cause trouble. The police would then call the police and send him in, and he would be clean from now on.
Speaking of which, because she sold an extra box and a half at noon, the six boxes of popsicles Ye Fan brought in the morning were not enough to sell, so she went to the popsicle factory to pick up two more boxes, one box for the park and one box for walking around the streets.
At half past six, several groups of people arrived at the house, and Ye Fan learned that Yu Hongwei and his brothers were also selling eight boxes. Because Yu Hongwei heard Ye Fan asking Zhang Xiaoming to go to the factory gate, the young man ran to other factory gates without fear of trouble. Of the four boxes he took away, two and a half boxes were sold at the entrance of two factories, and one and a half boxes were sold at the entrance of another children's palace. Not long after Ye Fan left the popsicle factory, he went to the popsicle factory to get two boxes.
It was sold for ten days, and because of the muggy weather, adults and children couldn't stand it. It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and it was so rainy the next morning that I couldn't go out to rest.
Zhang Xiaoming didn't pay home during this period, saying that Ye Fan hadn't settled the accounts yet. In fact, after they were divided, the money was kept at Ye Fan's house.
After breakfast, he went to Ye's house and put his share of money in his pocket. Zhang Xiaoming went to his parents' room to complain.
Zhang Xiaoming first said that he went to sell popsicles in front of his father's work a few days ago, but his car was kicked by Xiaojun. He didn't go the next day, and several neighbors asked why he didn't go. Everyone was happy to go again, except Xiaojun who was unhappy.
Aunt Zhang said that he was still young and ignorant.
Zhang Xiaoming was embarrassed to bring up Dabao for comparison, and said that Zhang Xiaojun wanted to buy a gold ring for his partner, and then asked his father what he thought about it.
Zhang Xiaoming ignored Zhang Xiaojun in recent days. Uncle Zhang noticed it and was about to ask what happened, but he didn't expect more than one thing.
Uncle Zhang is an old-fashioned person. He believes that the second son should not marry the eldest son before him. He should rely on the eldest son for retirement. The house and family property should be left to the eldest son. If he marries his second son and younger son, he will not owe his children anything.
However, the actual situation of the Zhang family was reversed. The second son took precedence over the eldest son in everything, which led to Uncle Zhang always feeling sorry for his son.
The second son has a guaranteed job, while the eldest son wakes up early and works late at night. This contrast becomes increasingly intolerable to Uncle Zhang.
Uncle Zhang said: "Whatever you earn after you earn back the car money is yours. Dajun pays fifteen yuan to his family every month, and you do the same."
Zhang Xiaoming subconsciously said: "I earn a lot——"
"Keep your money for you to get a wife." Zhang Xiaoming is half a head shorter than his brother and has to live in a house without any sunlight. Under such conditions, it will cost a lot of money to marry a neat wife. "I don't know how many days I can work. Save more money to raise your children.”
Aunt Zhang wanted to say that Xiaojun's salary was low, and Xiaoming was paid dozens of dollars a day. When she heard "I don't know how many days he can work," she was embarrassed to ask her son to pay more.
Zhang Xiaoming didn't think that his mother was partial before, but when he saw that his father still had objections to his decision, he felt very sad. He didn't understand why his mother always favored the second child even though he was very filial.
Today is not the weekend. Apart from Zhang Xiaoming and his parents, only Brother Zhang is left in the Zhang family. The younger brother of the Zhang family saw his eldest brother going to his parents' room with a bulging pocket, so he moved to the door and glanced at the main room. When he saw him handing over money to his parents, his pockets were all empty, and he was as angry as Zhang Xiaoming's schoolmates.
Zhang Xiaodi leaned against the door frame and folded his arms as he watched his elder brother come out dejectedly. He couldn't help but curse "fool" in his heart.
"Brother, why are you going?" Zhang Xiaodi asked, "The room is here."
The Zhang family's house is as long as Ye Fan's family. Because the main house is only two rooms wide and the yard is narrow, we can't build wing rooms on the east and west sides, so we build a row of four rooms on the east side, including a kitchen, one for the younger brother, and one for the younger brother. There is a room for two sisters to live in, and a room for Zhang Xiaojun’s new house.
When Zhang Xiaoming gets married in the future, he will live in the room on the east side of the main door facing north.
The capital is too dry and the room cannot see sunlight all year round, so no one lives in that room for the time being. Brother Zhang now shares a room with his younger brother.
Zhang Xiaodi said that he could move to that dark room.
However, he is the smartest in the Zhang family and may be able to go to college. Not to mention that his parents are reluctant, Zhang Xiaoming is also afraid that his younger brother will not be able to go to college due to housing problems.
Zhang Xiaoming stopped when he heard the words and found that he had passed by, so he walked towards his younger brother.
When they got to the house, Zhang Xiaoming was lying on the bed. Zhang Xiaodi rolled his eyes, went to Ye Fan's house to find Ye Fan, and asked her how much his brother earned in a month.
Ye Fan was surprised: "Uncle Zhang asked you to ask?"
"My father knows very well. I want to know myself."
Ye Fan: "First tell me what you want to do."
"You tell me how much money you make, and then I know what I can do."
Ye Fan: "As expected, I can make back the money I paid for the car on August 15th."
Even if Brother Zhang was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but gasp, "This, this - so many?" It's no wonder that the second brother has no roots under his feet recently and wants to float to the sky.
Ye Fan: "No matter how much it is, it's still your brother's hard-earned money."
"I know." Zhang Xiaodi opened his mouth to say something, but felt that there was no need to bother others with his own troubles: "Thank you, Sister Ye. Don't tell my brother that I know." After that, he left.
When Brother Zhang arrived, Geng Zhiqin and several nieces and nephews were reading in Dabao's room. There were only Ye Fan and Yu Wentao in the main room. Yu Wentao made flower shoes for Erbao. Ye Fan was reading and taking notes, so Yu Wentao listened. It’s very clear: “The second child hasn’t taken care of me yet, so he’s concerned about me first?”
Ye Fan stopped writing: "It's no use worrying about him as a student."
"As the old saying goes, the boss is stupid, the second is treacherous, and the third is the one who eats, drinks, whores and gambles. I think this is the case in the Zhang family." Yu Wentao said.
Ye Fan laughed: "Just because the first two are accurate, don't assume that the third one won't be easy either. You can think on the bright side, for example, you can't stand the second child being the bigger one."
Yu Wentao: "The second child didn't just do this today. The younger one wanted to make trouble already."
Ye Fan: "In the past, there was no other way out for the Zhang family. What were you doing? Are you forcing your father to sell blood? Besides, at that time, you still needed the second brother's salary to subsidize the family. The young boy used his second brother's money to go to school. I don’t have enough confidence. Now the boss is busy enough for the whole family for a year, so the young and old dare to do it.”
Neither the mother-in-law nor the daughter-in-law expected it to happen so soon. The next day after the weather cleared, the road was dried by the scorching sun, and they could go to the countryside to buy goods. It also happened to be the weekend. Zhang Xiaojun was at home, and the Zhang family staged a full martial arts show.
How it happened no one knows.
Ye Fan looked at his watch and it was almost nine o'clock. He thought that Zhang Xiaoming would be back after selling agricultural and sideline products, so he picked up the oil barrel and prepared to refuel the car. As soon as he went out, he saw his neighbor to the east running towards Zhang's house.
In this era, neighbors in the city love to visit each other, but Ye Fan doesn't take it seriously. The oil drum was put down against the wall, and Ye Fan heard a voice, "I'll kill you!"
(End of chapter)