Quickly cross the target to kill the main god

Chapter 862: Exchange Life
Seeing the dried blood on the corner of the table, the caring person couldn't help cursing again, "Oh, this black-hearted thing really wants the child's life!"

Everyone cleaned up the inside and outside of the house, Aunt Wang brought a big bowl of noodles to Mingyue, sent him to bed after eating, and then everyone went back.

In the plot, although these neighbors gossip, their hearts are really good. If it weren't for their help, how could a ten-year-old child survive.

The original owner is not yet an adult, so it seems that this task will take a little longer.

After eating and drinking enough for a good night's sleep, I got up early and cooked porridge with the last bit of rice in the rice tank, and picked a handful of small green vegetables in the yard to make a pot of salty porridge.

After eating, looking at the bare walls of the house, Mingyue thought about how to make money.

The original owner's body has been in short supply all year round, and with this serious injury, he needs to make up for it. If he wants to go back to school, he must save enough money.

In this era, iron, rice bowls, policies, and policies allow individuals to do small business. After much deliberation, they decided to send their ideas to Peng's small courtyard.

The yard is not big. At the end of the alley, there is a wall facing the street. When you have money, you can consider knocking down the yard wall and opening a small shop.

Looking at the original owner's private house, they are all fragmentary notes. It is not easy for this child to save more than 50 yuan by picking up junk and selling money.

This is the start-up capital. Hearing the sound of cicadas outside, Mingyue decided to sell popsicles.

Walk to the third house, knock on the door, "Is Grandpa Zhang at home?"

"It's Mingyue, have you eaten? If you don't eat, you can eat at the uncle's house!" The old man who opened the door smiled.

"I've already eaten, Uncle Zhang, I want to ask you for help."

"Neighbors in the street, what do you want or not, just tell me."

"I will live alone again in the future. Picking up junk is not a long-term solution. I want to get a small box and sell popsicles wholesale. I can earn some money."

Seeing his bloodless face, Uncle Zhang sighed, "That's a good idea, what kind of style do you want, I will make it for you."

"Thank you so much, how much?"

"Whatever the money, I have all the wood ready-made, and it doesn't take much trouble."

"Then owe it first, and I will pay you back when I have the money." Mingyue bowed politely.

"I'll get it for you in the afternoon, and it should be fine tomorrow morning."

Farewell to Uncle Zhang, Mingyue went to the street to buy meat, eggs and rice, and spent more than 20 yuan.

Seeing that he carried so many things, Aunt Wang hurriedly took them, "This injury hasn't healed yet, why are you running outside again?"

"Aunt Wang, there's nothing to eat at home. I want to eat something good so that I can make money after taking care of my health."

"You are just growing up, so you should make up for such a serious injury!" Aunt Wang helped put the things away.

"This piece of meat is not bad. It's fat and thin. How do you plan to eat it?"

Mingyue said, "There is no seasoning at home, so let's stew it in the pot."

This kid is really pitiful. It would be nice to be able to cook without the help of adults, and don't expect him to cook anything good.

Aunt Wang immediately said: "If you don't worry, Auntie will make braised pork for you to satisfy your craving."

"Auntie is willing to help me, so don't worry. You have always been very kind to me. In fact, I should treat everyone to a good meal, but I am not capable yet." Mingyue's mouth was quite sweet.

"Good boy, it's enough for you to have this kind of heart. Everyone has limited ability and can't help much. I'll stew the meat for you now."

Considering the injury on his forehead, Aunt Wang didn't dare to put soy sauce, so she went home and grabbed a few pieces of rock sugar to boil the sugar color. An hour later, the hot and fragrant braised pork was out of the pan.

Another pot of rice was stuffed and egg custard was steamed. Mingyue was very grateful, "Let's stay and eat together, auntie!"

"I'm going to die. You should eat quickly, rest well, and take care of your health." Aunt Wang left in a hurry.

Mingyue praised secretly, the neighbors of the original owner are very enthusiastic.

According to Aunt Wang's idea, make more, enough for him to eat a few meals. After all, he has just solved his food and clothing, and no one would open his belly and eat half a pot of meat in one meal.

Mingyue closed the courtyard door and ate all of these. After the meal, she went to the vegetable garden to pick two cucumbers, which were regarded as after-dinner fruits.

The original owner's body has been hungry and full all year round, and eating so much at once must not be able to bear it.

It’s the same for Mingyue, she practiced while eating, and the food in her belly was turned into energy to repair the original owner’s body.

Early the next morning, she felt much better. Mingyue made another pot of rice, fried a large pot of cucumber and eggs, and ate them in a whirlwind.

After tidying up, I heard a knock on the door, "Grandpa Zhang is here."

Uncle Zhang was carrying a small log box, "Your body is too thin. I made it out of paulownia wood. You can carry it on your back."

Mingyue leaned on her body, and the small box was really light, "It's very suitable, thank you, Uncle Zhang."

"Wholesale popsicles, you need to put a small quilt inside, otherwise the popsicles will melt before they are sold out."

"Well, I see." Mingyue found an old cotton-padded jacket and spread it in the box, "Do you think it will work like this?"

"Well, it's fine."

"Then I'll go wholesale now!"

"The injury on the head hasn't healed yet, let's rest for two more days!"

"It's okay, I have to be self-reliant to live a good life." With the remaining 20 yuan, I went to the popsicle factory.

Wholesale mung bean popsicles and start a hawker life.

It was summer vacation at this time, and there were many children strolling outside. Mingyue yelled as she walked, and it opened soon.

Selling popsicles is about making small profits but quick turnover. You can earn a few yuan if you sell them all. Mingyue doesn't plan to work long.

I went to investigate along the street to see what kind of business to make money quickly. After wandering around all morning, I felt hungry, so I bought some big meat buns for lunch.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, he had just eaten two steamed buns when a few rascals appeared and surrounded him.

"Hey, isn't this Peng Mingyue? Why did he switch to selling popsicles?"

Mingyue looked up, and it was those little bastards who bullied the original owner in the past. The original owner could only sell the junk for very little money. If they were robbed, they would not be able to eat for a day.

The original owner would run away whenever he saw them, but now Mingyue just glanced at them, then lowered his head and ate the buns slowly.

Actually ignore them.

The guy in the lead kicked the wooden box next to him, "Boy, get some popsicles for my brother to cool off the heat. I want cream. Don't fool us with that kind of junk!"

"Stop picking up junk and switch to selling popsicles. I'm promising!"

"I've made a lot of money, take out all the money in your pockets wisely!"

A few gangsters were laughing and joking, Mingyue took his time, swallowed the last bite of buns and opened the box.

"Small business, do you want the mung bean one without butter? Five cents each."

"What the hell, how dare you ask my brothers for money!"

Immediately, someone yelled strangely, "Brother Mao ate a popsicle to save face, and he wanted to collect money, looking for a smoke!"

A little gangster reached out to grab a popsicle, Mingyue quickly closed the lid and pinched his hand, and the man screamed strangely, "Oh, let go of my hand!"

Because of the pain, the other hand hit him, Mingyue raised her hand to clamp his wrist, and the other hand pressed harder on the lid.

The little gangster grinned in pain, "Release, let go, my hand is about to break, Brother Mao, help me!"

(End of this chapter)