Being scolded as a dead star?All the bosses in the capital are rushing to pet me

Chapter 42

Wang Ergou was talking to his daughter-in-law, and what he was talking about was the matter next door. When he heard the voice, he hurried out.

As soon as he saw Shen Er, he immediately guessed that something good was coming, and smiled so hard that his teeth were all bared.

Shen Er handed over a bunch of copper coins, "Your family made fifty baskets, two baskets for one cent, a total of 25 coins, right?"

Wang Ergou took the money and nodded hastily, "That's right!"

Weaving a few baskets with ease is actually higher than his daily wages.

Wang Ergou was happy and wanted to slap himself.

If he had known that he could really make money, he should have put down other things a few days ago and devoted himself to weaving baskets.

Wang Ergou's heart is bleeding.

Shen Er didn't know what he was thinking, so he planned to go to the next one after giving the money.

"We have to rush to the next one, so you should do your work first."

When Shen Er turned around, Wang Ergou waved to stop him, "Shen Er, if your sister Nian has other ways to make money in the future, don't forget to bring your brother."

Regarding what Shen Er said, the family business was planned by Shen Nian, he still believed it.

After all, before Shen Nian's mind recovered, the second wife of the Shen family had never done business.

Seeing how confident his brother was in Nian, Shen Er smiled happily.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you."

Wang Ergou felt relieved, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Shen Er walked for a while, looked at his son Zhizhi and said with satisfaction: "Look, there are smart people everywhere, such a fool as Wang Ergou knows that sister Nian is a good fortune, so I came here to hug my thigh. "

Shen Kun looked proud.

Sister is the best!
Next, the father and son sent money to others.

...Many people in the village made money by weaving bamboo baskets.

There are as few as twenty or thirty texts, and as many as hundreds of texts.

Even the village head heard the news.

"I didn't expect that the bamboo baskets that every household can weave were actually sold by Shen Er's family for a good price. Shen Er was more or less lucky."

When one's luck comes, it cannot be stopped.

The wife of the village chief shook her head, "It's just selling something new, let alone next year, believe it or not, there will be exactly the same thing tomorrow."

The village chief believed it, "It's not bad to make a quick buck."

For him, it is enough that the villagers can earn money and survive the winter safely.

When this conversation happened at the village head's house, Shen Er had just finished paying the wages he owed.

After finishing the work, I was surprised to feel hungry.

With eyes of envy or regret, he led Shen Kun home.

When I got home, the meal was just right.

Mrs. Gao was worried about paying the second house, so it was rare that she didn't make too much trouble at the dinner table.

After eating quietly, Shen Er handed in 300 essays.

When old Gao saw that there was only such a small amount of money, he immediately turned black, "Why is that all?"

Shen Er complained, "It takes money to hire people. The things we sell are almost rotten on the street. If you can't buy them anywhere, you can only sell them at a reduced price. Don't look at the large number of sales, and you can't stand it cheap."

Old Gao didn't think they could make much money at first, so he snorted coldly and said, "It's really promising to earn such a little money after tossing around for a long time."

She was conflicted.

On the one hand, he didn't want Wang's son to have a future, and on the other hand, he hoped that Shen Er and the others could earn more money so that the fifth son's life in the academy would be easier.

Shen Er turned a blind eye to Lao Gao's sarcastic words, and whatever the old lady said, as long as he knew his own affairs.

Since the bamboo fans were made by Shen San one by one, the money earned must be shared with Sanfang.

The craftsmanship of bamboo fans is complex, Shen San worked tirelessly for several days, and there were only fifty pieces in total.

One sold for 20 Wen, and 35 sold today, totaling 700 Wen.

After Shen Er asked the opinions of other members of the family, he sent all of them to the third room without hesitation.

Shen San was very pleasantly surprised when he learned that his bamboo fans sold for 700 Wen, "Sold so much?"

We must know that he weaves baskets and works hard for a month, but he can only earn more than 200 Wen at most.

Shen Er always felt that he bullied his twin brother in his mother's womb, which made Shen San sick from birth, and he felt guilty and distressed towards him all the time.

Shen Er was very happy to be able to help the third brother.

He smiled and said: "Bamboo fans are meticulous work, the selling price must be worthy of your hard work."

By the way, he also praised Shen Nian, "I was able to sell so many thanks to the presence of Sister Nian. With her mouth, a dozen or so scholars who fooled each other bought one. You don't know. Fans are even better sold..."

Thinking of the grand occasion at the Nine Emperors' Meeting, Shen Er still has something to say about it.

Shen San also listened with gusto, "Sister Nian is smart, second brother is blessed."

Shen Er loved to hear this, and was overjoyed, and then said: "You have two shares of this blessing, sister Rou and sister Jing are both filial, your good days are yet to come."

Shen San is an open-minded person, and never thought that he would not be able to live without children, and his two daughters are his treasures.

Hearing this, he nodded in agreement, "Borrow the good words from my second brother."

While talking, he spread the string of money and distributed 350 cents to Shen Er.

Shen Er's face changed, "What is this for? You don't treat me as your own brother."

"No, this is what the second brother deserves." Shen San hurriedly said.

"You deserve it!" Shen Er scolded violently, "I don't have the face to accept the money you worked so hard to sell for the bamboo fan. If you still treat me as your own brother, don't say anything out of place."

What Shen Er said was very decisive.

Shen San knew that the second elder brother was a one-sided character, seeing that he was angry, he didn't dare to persuade him anymore, he just smiled helplessly: "All right, I'll take it all."

Shen Er's expression softened slightly when he heard the words, "That's right."

The Shen family is different from other families in the village. The three brothers have to watch and help each other to get better and better.

Looking at it now, the old lady's plan to suppress them again may not work.

Even so, I still want to separate.

It's annoying to be stared at no matter what you do.

After Shen Er left, Shen San looked at the silver money on the table, sat for a while, and divided the money into two strings.

A string of 650 texts and a string of 50 texts.

He put away the more and gave the less to his wife.

Mrs. Liu was stunned, and said with a smile, "Is this the money for selling bamboo fans?"

"En." Shen San responded.

"I didn't expect it to be sold." Liu murmured.

Counting out 45 essays, he said eloquently: "These should be handed over to mother."

Shen San was used to his wife's indiscriminate closeness, and he was still unspeakably disappointed.

He smiled, "You can do whatever you want."

Mrs. Liu didn't hear the problem, she raised the corners of her mouth happily, and happily went to the main courtyard with the money.

Shen San watched her back disappear, his eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, Shen Jing's mind popped in.

"father."

Shen San quickly restrained his expression, and said gently: "What's wrong?"

Shen Jing's expression was tangled, "Father, I saw my mother go to the main courtyard..."

"Well, go pay the money." Shen San didn't hide anything, "Your uncle and the others sold the bamboo fan."

He didn't say the exact amount.

Shen Jing's heart tightened, and she asked, "Mum, how much does she want to pay?"

(End of this chapter)