Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

After eating in the store, Xiang Weixing, Mei Qiutang and Zhao Songbai moved the goods from the tricycle into the store and went back.

It was dark and cold, and they were tired for two days. Ling Yue thought that it wasn't Huang Shiren Zhou's skinning, even a machine had time to rest.

After sending the three of them away, Ling Yue closed the door and began to count today's turnover.

In the first two days, the three stores sold more than 1 yuan.

But today, the turnover has increased by another three or four thousand.

Even the store with the worst business usually sold more than 3000 yuan today.

While counting the money, she said, "It's almost Chinese New Year, everyone is out shopping for clothes."

Ling Xiaohua said while eating fried melon seeds: "Yes, not only clothes, but also New Year's goods, and now there are many more stalls."

Ling Yue: "Really, then you didn't rent the door of our store?"

"No rent," Ling Xiaohua said, "but some people wanted to force the rent, saying that the land at the entrance is not ours. I was so angry that I had a fight with them."

After finishing speaking, he added: "I almost didn't fight."

Ling Yue knew that Ling Xiaohua belonged to firecrackers, and she had a bit of a personality, so she couldn't help asking: "It's fine if you don't rent it, why did you almost start fighting with others?"

"You don't know," Ling Xiaohua spat out the melon seeds, "That guy really deserves a beating. I didn't want him to play, but he insisted on blocking all the gates. Do you think I would be happy?"

Ling Yue frowned slightly: "Is there still such a situation?"

"Yeah, it got worse later on. Later his wife said that the land at the gate is not under our control, and she spoke harshly to me, saying that she would hit me every time she saw me, and then I couldn't bear it."

"Have you started?"

"It's moved." Ling Xiaohua raised her eyelids, "Not only did it move, I also dumped their goods onto the road."

Ling Yue laughed: "Then how did you deal with it in the end?"

"How else can I deal with it? He doesn't put the mask on and wants to trouble me. Who does he think he is!" Ling Xiaohua snorted coldly, "If he dares to touch a finger of mine, I will chop him off today No."

"Okay, this is not something glorious. If you encounter such a thing in the future, try not to do it if you can."

Ling Xiaohua giggled: "You don't know, your daughter is helping me fight."

Ling Yue stared at Tongtong: "Tongtong, my aunt is fighting with someone, if you don't fight, you help her?"

"Who told him to call my aunt a little bitch?" Tongtong rolled his eyes, "He also said that we outsiders are meddling in so much business, if Aunt Zhaodi didn't block me for me, he would still want to beat me. "

Ling Yue frowned and took a deep look at them.

"It seems that there is no man in the store. It's really not good. I'll let Zhao Songbai come here in the future."

Wang Zhaoyang had to go to the second store to receive the cashier, Ling Qingfeng had to go to the third store, and only one male employee could come over.

Ling Yue can still persuade Ling Xiaohua to beat her, but it's really unreasonable for an adult to do something to a child.

"Okay, I think Zhao Songban is pretty good at it."

Ling Yue looked at Ling Xiaohua suspiciously, she had never dealt with Zhao Songbai at all, at most she had only met a few times, she actually knew that Zhao Songbai was very good at fighting?

"You can also see things like fighting?"

"You think He Zhigang and I are fooling around for nothing. I've been with him for so long, so I can learn something."

"You learn from you, don't lead Tongtong down."

Ling Xiaohua laughed loudly: "It can't be broken, Tongtong beats people better than me."

"You really think she's trying to pass me a stick. Didn't you see that she raised the stick and slashed that woman's knee? It hurts me just looking at it."

Ling Yue was startled.

Ling Xiaohua didn't say anything, she really didn't know that Tongtong, a child of five or six years old, would dare to beat someone with a stick.

Ordinary children see adults having conflicts, but they just stand on the sidelines and don't dare to vent their anger.

And Tongtong not only dared to hand the stick, but even dared to hit someone—is this still her well-behaved and sensible daughter?
"Tongtong, you can't do this in the future."

"Stop talking, Aunt Chen Pandi has been talking about me for a long time today, I'm getting tired of listening."

Ling Xiaohua looked at Tongtong with an indifferent face, and really didn't dare to think that such a young child would dare to beat someone with a stick.

Looking at it, she suddenly realized that she hadn't chatted with Tongtong for a long time.

Especially after Ling Xiaohua came over, Xiaohua was responsible for picking up Tongtong every day.

She didn't even have a memory of when she took her winter vacation.

"By the way, Tongtong, have you gone to get the notice?"

Tongtong immediately retracted into Ling Xiaohua's arms, tilted her head and looked at her: "I got it."

"Then how many points did you get in the test? What winter homework did the teacher assign?"

Tongtong glanced at her carefully, and turned her eyes to Ling Xiaohua asking for help.

Ling Xiaohua hugged her: "Don't worry, you're such an incompetent mother, you don't even know when the child will be on vacation, so is it meaningful to ask her how much she got in the test now?"

Ling Yuexiu frowned: "Tongtong, tell me the truth, how many points did you get?"

"The notice is here." Ling Xiaohua glanced at her, "72 in Chinese, 63 in mathematics."

"As for the winter homework, it's the two they gave out."

Listening to the grades reported by Ling Xiaohua, Tongtong subconsciously opened her eyes.

"Auntie, how can you tell lies?"

Ling Xiaohua was in a hurry, "When did I tell a lie? Didn't you ask me to collect the notice for you? I'm not illiterate. Besides, even if I can't read, I still know the numbers. "

"But didn't you tell me that I got 27 in Chinese and 36 in math?"

Ling Xiaohua quickly covered her mouth, and said to Ling Yue with a smirk, "Don't listen to her nonsense, I lied to her."

Ling Yue raised her chin: "Tongtong, go and show me the notice."

"Don't bother the child in such a cold day." Ling Xiaohua said dissatisfiedly, "I can still lie to you!"

Ling Yue said in a cold voice: "Tongtong, give me the notice."

Wang Zhaoyang also said: "Yes, Tongtong, quickly show me the notice."

Seeing that both of them asked Tongtong for a notice, Ling Xiaohua was immediately annoyed.

"Here you give you, I'll get it."

When she came out with the result notice, Ling Xiaohua hesitated for a moment and said, "No matter how well Tongtong did in the exam, you must not hit Tongtong."

Ling Yue snatched the notice from her hand and looked at it, then screamed: "What, Chinese is 26, mathematics is 36?"

Ling Xiaohua quickly hugged Tongtong in her arms, "What is it called, Tongtong is still in preschool, you can't have too high demands on her!"

Ling Yue was so angry that she took Tongtong's hand and walked into the room.

Ling Xiaohua was in a hurry: "Sister, let go, you hurt her like this!"

"Ling Xiaohua, you'd better let me go, or I'll beat you up too."

Ling Xiaohua subconsciously let go, and Tongtong looked at Ling Qingfeng for help while crying.

But how could Ling Qingfeng dare to take care of this matter? He never expected that when he was studying, his grades were always in the top few, but his family was too poor, and it took a lot of effort to support him to finish elementary school. Tongtong's current conditions are so good, but her grades are so bad!

Ling Yue grabbed Tongtong and dragged her into the room, then slammed the door shut.

Ling Xiaohua was so anxious that she slapped the door loudly: "Sister, Tongtong is still young, so you should spare her this time!"

As she said that, she called Tongtong again: "Tongtong, you take the initiative to admit your mistake to your mother!"