Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Divide money, regardless of closeness or distance

Wang Ergou was talking to his wife about what happened next door. Hearing the sound, 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 exposed.

Shen Er handed over a bunch of copper coins, "You made fifty baskets, one penny for two baskets, a total of 25 pence, right?"

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

Weaving a few baskets easily was more than his day's wages.

Wang Ergou was happy and wanted to slap himself.

Had he known that he could really make money, he should have put down other things a few days ago and concentrated on weaving baskets.

 Wang Ergou's heart is bleeding.

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

 “We have to rush to the next house, so you should do your work first.”

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

He still believed what Shen Er said that the family business was planned by Shen Nian.

 After all, before Shen Nian got better, the second room of the Shen family had never done any business.

Shen Er smiled happily when he saw that his brother had so much confidence in Sister Nian.

“Don't worry, I won't forget you.”

Wang Ergou was relieved and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Shen Er walked for a while, looked at his son Zhi and said with satisfaction: "Look, there are smart people everywhere, and fool Wang Ergou knows that Sister Nian is a talented person, so he's here to hug her. "

Shen Kun looked proud.

 Sister is the best!

 Next, the father and son gave money to other people.

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

 The few are twenty or thirty texts, and the many are hundreds of texts.

 Even the village chief heard the news.

“I didn't expect that the bamboo baskets that every household can weave would be sold at a good price by Shen Er's family. Shen Er is more or less lucky.”

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

The village chief's wife shook her head, “It's just selling something fresh. Let's not mention next year. Believe it or not, the exact same thing will appear tomorrow.”

The village chief believed this, "It's not bad to make quick money."

 For him, it is enough if the people in the village can make money and survive the winter safely.

 When this conversation occurred at the village chief's house, Shen Er had just paid out the wages he owed.

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

Facing looks of envy or regret, he took Shen Kun home.

 When I got home, the meal was just right.

 Lao Gao was worried about paying for the second house, so it was rare that he didn't do anything difficult at the dinner table.

 After finishing the meal quietly, Shen Er handed over 300 Wen.

When Lao Gao saw that it was just such a small amount of money, his face immediately darkened, "Why is this all?"

Shen Er complained, "It costs money to hire someone. The things we sell are almost out of stock. You can't buy them anywhere. We can only sell them at a reduced price. No matter how much we sell, we can't stand the bargain price."

Mr. Gao didn't think they could make much money at first. He snorted coldly and said, "After working hard for a long time, we can only earn so much money. It's really promising."

 She was very conflicted.

On the one hand, I don't want the Wang family's son to be successful, on the other hand, I hope Shen Er and the others can earn more money so that the fifth son can live a better life in the academy.

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

Since the bamboo fans are made by Shen Sanfang, the money earned must be given to Sanfang.

 The craftsmanship of the bamboo fans is complicated. Shen San worked on it non-stop for several days, and there were only fifty pieces in total.

 Hands sold for 20 cents, and thirty-five were sold today, for a total of 700 cents.

 After Shen Er asked other people in the family for their opinions, he sent them all to the third room without any clues. When Shen San learned that his bamboo fans had been sold for 700 yuan, he was very surprised, "Sold for so much?"

You must know that he weaved baskets and worked hard for a month, and he could only earn more than 200 yuan at most.

Shen Er has always felt that he bullied his twin brother in his mother's womb, which made Shen San sick from birth. She has always felt guilty and distressed for him.

Shen Er is very happy to be able to help his third brother.

 He smiled and said: "Bamboo fans are a delicate job after all, and the selling price must be worthy of your hard work."

By the way, he also praised Shen Nianbo, "I was able to sell so many thanks to Sister Nian's presence. Her mouth was such that she fooled a dozen scholars into buying a handful each. You don't know, once a scholar buys it, what happens next Fans will sell better..."

Thinking of the grand occasion of the Nine Emperors Meeting, Shen Er still has some unfinished thoughts.

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

Shen Er loved hearing this and seemed to be overjoyed. He then said, "You have two parts 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 has never thought that he would not be able to survive without children. Both of his daughters are his treasures.

Hearing this, he nodded in agreement and said, "Thank you for your good words from my second brother."

As he spoke, he spread out the bunch of money and gave three hundred and fifty coins to Shen Er.

Shen Er's expression changed, "What are you doing? You don't regard me as your brother."

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

“You deserve that bullshit!” Shen Er scolded angrily, “How can I get the money you work so hard to make and sell bamboo fans? If you still treat me as your own brother, don't say anything out of the ordinary.”

Shen Er spoke very decisively.

Shen San knew that his second brother was a stickler for his words. When he saw that he was angry, he did not dare to persuade him any more. He could only smile helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll accept it all."

Hearing this, Shen Er's expression softened slightly, "That's right."

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

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

Despite this, I still want to separate the family.

 It's quite annoying to be watched for everything you do without separation.

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

  One string of 650 texts, one string of 50 texts.

 The more he kept, the less he gave to his wife.

Ms. Liu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is this the money you get from selling the bamboo fans?"

 “Yeah.” Shen San responded.

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

 He counted 45 articles and said plausibly: "These should be given to mother."

Shen San was used to his wife being indistinguishable from each other, but he still felt indescribably disappointed.

He smiled half-heartedly, "You can do whatever you want."

Ms. Liu didn't hear the problem, raised her lips happily, took the money and went to the main courtyard happily.

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

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

 “Dad.”

Shen San quickly calmed down his expression and said gently: "What's wrong?"

Shen Jing's expression was complicated, "Dad, I saw my mother going to the main courtyard..."

“Well, I went to pay the money.” Shen San didn't hide anything, “Your second uncle and the others sold the bamboo fan.”

 He did not say the specific amount of money.

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

 (End of this chapter)

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