Farmer’s Stepmother’s Skillful Farming

Chapter 272: What are you giving money for?

Chapter 272 What are you giving money for?

 In addition, the newly-launched glazed red fruits, red fruit cakes, and chestnut cakes, which are seasonal foods, are also very popular.

 Even though the price of red fruit cake and chestnut cake is not low because they use white sugar, they are still very popular.

Seeing that the business was stable, Wu Zhuoyuan and Mr. Wei's faces were full of smiles.

It’s time to laugh. After all, in August, the net profit distributed to my family alone was twelve taels of silver. Looking at this situation, the net profit every month in the future will be only More and less.

Wu Zhuoyuan and the Wei family have already started looking for a house in the town to buy.

The backyard of the shop can be lived in, but it is a bit crowded for a family of four. Moreover, the shop is rented and may not be able to be used for a long time. If the shop is not rented to them by then, they will have to take the shop with them. Find a house together.

Slowly I have money in my hands, so I can buy a house as soon as possible. No matter how big or small it is, I finally have a home.

It can help people stand firm and make everyone feel at ease.

The houses in the town are all ordinary houses, with house deeds and land deeds, about the same size, and cost about thirty taels of silver.

I took a look earlier, and by the time I made the reservation, maybe a few months would have passed, and I guess I would be able to collect enough money, even if it was a little short of it. Then we would discuss it and see if we could pay it in two installments or something. In short, settle things as soon as possible.

After all, it’s not long before the New Year. When the New Year comes, he can’t spend it at Wu Tianfu’s house all the time. Even if his second uncle treats him as well as his father, it’s okay for Wu Zhuoyuan to spend the New Year at Wu Tianfu’s house.

 But Wu Zhuoyuan was also afraid that Mr. Wei would feel sad.

I have followed him for so many years and have never enjoyed any blessings, but I am always angry with my own father because of him. Now I don’t have a home of my own during the New Year, which must be a bad feeling in my heart.

 So, Wu Zhuoyuan was extremely concerned about this matter.

Mrs. Song came to visit. When she came, she brought a lot of vegetables, grain and other things.

 There are also some clothes belonging to Dabao and Xiaobao.

Mr. Wei was angry and ran away, hugging the child alone when she left. Even though she went home later and picked up some daily clothes, she was scolded by Wei Dayou and never returned home.

Seeing that the weather was getting colder, Mrs. Song took over the clothes the children were used to wearing.

"Children grow up quickly, and I'm afraid you won't have time to make these clothes. I'll take all the clothes that need to be carried and look at the size. If they are small, I will change them and put some pieces out."

Children grow up quickly, so their clothes are deliberately made too big. The long pants and sleeves used to be rolled up with an edge and sewn inside. Now they are not long enough, so they are put down.

Song was good at needlework and worried about these things. She compared the clothes with the two children, then took scissors to remove the stitches and sew them again.

Seeing that Mrs. Song loved her so much, Mrs. Wei felt warm in her heart. She took some broken silver from the money box and stuffed it into Mrs. Song's hand, "Mother, take these."

"What are you doing?" Madam Song pushed hurriedly, "Why don't you give me money for nothing? Your store has only been open for a long time. It's time to use money. You can keep it for yourself. I have money in hand. expenses.”

"Mother, just take it." Mrs. Wei couldn't help but put the money into Mrs. Song's hand, "The shop is doing well now, and the family has saved some money."

 (End of this chapter)

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