Bliss of rebirth

Chapter 111: Making money or not (2)
As soon as they entered the yard, Li Cuilan saw the empty baskets first, then looked at the faces of the children, and said while collecting the clothes: "Hey, aren't these the young masters of our family who go out to make money? How are you? The harvest Not bad." Li Cuilan originally thought it was a few children messing around, if it was really possible, there are so many people in the village who would have gone there long ago, it would be the children's turn to make money, plus they brag Looking dejected, she felt that it was not good at first glance, so she guessed that the pot of steamed buns that was steamed in the morning would probably only be sold for a day, not to mention that she couldn't make a lot of money, and it was plainly underestimated.

The naturally loud voice, coupled with the gloating tone, really makes people feel uncomfortable. After all, Dang Minghan is young and a little angry. He raised his head and opened his mouth to refute her.

Dang Sisi stretched out her small hand, pinched him, and took back what he had said. Dang Mingrui raised his head: "Well, aunt, it's okay, I can barely buy something for Sisi."

Dang Sisi secretly laughed, his brother is cunning enough, and he even bought some food for Sisi. You must know what she eats. She is one of the best in the village. Yes, a bag of milk powder is one yuan, who is willing to do so, that is, their family, the two adults both make money, and the brothers will also subsidize it.

Li Cuilan pursed her lips. How much money can a child spend? The eldest of the family is fifteen this year and can’t spend a dollar a month. Sisi, a little girl, can spend money, but it’s only three cents. Mao's, the third brother and sister are also true, the family is not bad for those three melons and two dates, and they toss the children, no wonder his sister-in-law said that she got into the eyes of money, ha ha.

Twisting his waist, he walked into the house without asking the children how they sold it, whether they were bullied or anything.

Dang Minghan looked at his elder brother, then at his younger sister, and thought for a while. What his elder brother said was right. He dug out the money to buy this pen, and the rest was just to buy milk powder for Sisi. Last time he saw a child in the city The soda I drank was orange-flavored. I said it was delicious, so I bought it for my sister.

The three children came back, although it was a bit late, but the family was still waiting for dinner, Dang Jianguodu's nephew: "Hey, Ruirui, how is the business?" Things, it's just a few children's whims.

He was thinking that if the children's buns and eggs couldn't be sold, he would find a way to mobilize the villagers to buy them. At least it wouldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the children. I didn't expect it to be really good. It's a good thing that nothing I made today is sold out.

Dang Mingrui grinned and didn't speak. The two uncles were really kind to them. He can't lie, but what he said, the aunt and the others should have something to do again, so it's better not to say anything. Anyway, the grandparents at home already know up.

He still doesn't have a clear concept of numbers in his mind, the most clear is how much milk powder can be bought with this money, just such an exchange rate makes him feel that he still has a lot of money in his hand.

(End of this chapter)