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

Surprise flashed across Ling's father's eyes, and the way he looked at Ling Yue changed.

"Xiaoyue, how much money do you earn every month?"

Ling Yue smiled and said nothing, Ling Xiaohua said playfully, "Dad, guess what?"

Father Ling looked at Ling Yue's shop, thought for a moment and said, "One hundred for one shop, three hundred for three?"

Everyone was amused by his words.

Ling Xiaohua shook her head: "Dad, guess again. Let me remind you, when the business of my sister's shop was at its worst, it could sell three or four hundred a day. Not to mention more, just this one, at least a day. Earn 90 yuan."

Ling Xiaohua said it at a low level, for fear of scaring him if she said it high.

She has seen Ling Yue's purchase list. Except for those special clothes, other clothes are basically sold for one piece, and if the profit is better, there is more for one piece.

If there is no activity, the profit will basically be maintained at forty points.

Mother Ling exclaimed: "What, can you earn 90 yuan a day?"

She looked at the store, and saw that this store was even worse than those in her hometown in the county.

In the county town of my hometown, there is no way to use galvanized water pipes on the wall, and clothes can be hung with a moso bamboo pole.

Instead of making this kind of hanger that is easy to access from both sides, I just take a cool bed and put it in the middle of the store, and throw the clothes on it casually.

She was immediately confused: "Is it really so profitable to sell clothes?"

"Mom, Xiaohua didn't lie to you. The average profit of my store is 45 to 300 points. I will calculate it as 100 yuan, and I can earn [-] yuan a day."

Ling Yue picked up some cooked cabbage with chopsticks and put it in a bowl, "My shop is still the smallest, and the other two shops are bigger than this one. When the weather clears up, I will ride a tricycle and take you there to have a look."

Hearing Ling Yue's words, Father Ling's face was filled with relief.

No wonder it is said that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He has planted land in his hometown all his life, and it is good to have a hundred and ten yuan left over a year. Who knows that Lingyue can earn 100 yuan a day in this shop.

"Then I really can't guess." Father Ling sighed, "Old woman, no wonder Xiaoyue insisted on picking us up. In my opinion, we really came to the right place."

The sons and daughters are promising, and the faces of parents are naturally bright.

Ling's mother smiled and said: "Yes, I will handle all these things in the family, and you can concentrate on business."

Ling Yue pursed her lips and smiled, and gave her a piece of chicken breast: "Mom, try this chicken breast, don't be reluctant to eat it."

Before changing, Ling Yue would definitely be caught in Ling's father's bowl.

But today, she happily took it, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"Fragrant, really fragrant."

Ling Xiaohua quickly picked up the other half of the chicken breast and gave it to Father Ling: "Dad, you should eat more."

"Okay, okay!" Ling's father said again and again, "You all eat, don't worry about me and your mother, we will pick it ourselves."

After dinner, it's almost a little.

Seeing that Wang Zhaoyang was going out with Ling Qingfeng and Ling Xiaohua, Mother Ling asked suspiciously: "Zhaoyang, it's getting late, where are you going?"

"Mom, they are going to watch the night in those two stores. You and Dad will live in the room that Xiaohua went to before. It has been arranged for you."

Hearing what Ling Yue said, Mother Ling stopped talking immediately.

Ling Yue brought them to the room. Ling's mother touched the brand-new quilt on the bed with surprise in her eyes, but her mouth was full of blame: "Xiaoyue, why did you buy us a new quilt?"

"No way, if you don't buy it, how will you and dad sleep at night?"

There are many people in the family, if you don't prepare more quilts, how can you live comfortably?

Father Ling was supported by them to sit down on the bed, and asked, "Xiaoyue, tell me, you said that the business of this store is the worst, so how can the business of those two stores be better?"

"Those two stores are bigger than the other." Ling Yue said succinctly, "As you can see, my store has only two facades, the second store has four, and the third store has seven."

Ling's mother stared at her with wide eyes: "It's so prestige, isn't the rent cheap?"

"It's okay, I have 800 yuan a year, and those two stores..."

At this point, Ling Yue glanced at his parents' eyes, saw a look of surprise in their eyes, and decided not to tell him the truth.

"It was rented by Ji Zhongqiu, and he didn't tell me how much it is for a year."

"It has to be you young people. If we old men say it, we can't do it at all."

Ling Yue smiled: "Mom, I've been tired all day, you should go to bed early, I'm sleepy too, I have to get up early tomorrow."

After eating, it was [-]:[-], and after washing up, it was already past one o'clock.

Ling Yue burned her feet, lifted the quilt lightly, and lay down beside Tongtong.

In the other room, Ling's father rested his hands on his pillow but didn't feel sleepy at all.

"I really didn't expect that Xiaoyue's business has become so big in just a short time."

While taking off her clothes, Mother Ling said: "Okay, you don't feel tired, I am tired, let's talk about something tomorrow."

As soon as she lay down on the bed, Mother Ling thought of the pigs and chickens at home again: "Old man, ask Xiaoyue to send a telegram tomorrow to ask if your eldest brother has killed the pigs."

"What's the hurry, don't you wait until the 26th to kill pigs in previous years? You can ask now, are you reluctant to part with the two money or something?"

Mother Ling was about to take off her sweater. Hearing what he said, she didn't even take off her clothes. She said displeasedly: "Then I don't care. My pig weighs at least 250 catties. I fed it for a year. Just looking forward to this time."

"Okay, go to bed early." Father Ling didn't want to tangle with her any more, he yawned and said, "I'm sleepy, you can ask Zhaoyang tomorrow."

After a night without dreams, Ling Yue opened the store at seven o'clock in the morning.

When she got up, Mother Ling was already busy in the kitchen.

She cooked the noodles according to the head, and looked out the door eagerly: "Xiaoyue, why haven't Zhaoyang and the others come over for breakfast?"

"There are kitchen utensils in the store over there. They eat there in the morning and at noon, and they come to me to eat at night."

Ling's mother suddenly became furious.

"What, do you have too much money and no place to spend it or something, why do the good family still eat separately?"

In her view, since a family is not separated, they must share the same pot of food. How can anyone do it like they do, each doing his own thing?
"Mom, it's a bit far away. If they come back to eat, they have to close the door, and there will be a lot less business."

"How can you handle things like this, you can do it well and send it to them!"

"Mom, I said that the distance is a bit far, and the weather is also cold. If you send it there, the food will be cold on the way. It's better to let them cook over there, so you can eat hot food anytime."

"Old woman, what are you worrying about?" Ling's father put on his clothes and walked out with a cane, "Xiaoyue is right, they did this after careful consideration, so don't worry about it."

Mother Ling said angrily: "Okay, you father and daughter are all in the same group, and I, an outsider, can do anything wrong!"

Ling Yue was about to comfort her, when Tongtong suddenly shouted from inside: "Grandma, come and dress me."

Hearing Tongtong's voice, Mother Ling ran over with bright eyes: "Tongtong, grandma's good grandson, do you miss grandma?"