Until she walked out of the store with 130 Wen in her arms, Mrs. Chen couldn't believe it. The rags her youngest son picked up without spending any money actually made her 60 Wen. This kind of purse can be sewn more than what she usually makes.
It takes less time to pay for your wallet.
The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt asked Chen about the origin of her purse as soon as she went out. Chen had a habit of showing off, so she sold her youngest son on the spot. She praised her son because he saw the rags in the cloth shop and picked them up.
The basket came home because his father had bought some cloth somewhere and they gave it to him without asking for any money.
When the fourth aunt heard this, her eyes widened and she kept urging us to go to the cloth shop to pick up rags. The eldest aunt followed suit and walked towards the cloth shop.
The sisters-in-law hurried to the cloth store. When they reached the cloth store, they asked the shop assistant.
"Oh, you also want rags, but you're late. Someone just bought all the nearest rags for two cents." The store clerk replied nonchalantly.
I'm late?
Was someone able to get in first?
The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt were eclipsed and devastated, as if all the white money they had received was gone.
Chen didn't care. The rags that Zhu Pingan picked up last time were still in half of the basket, which was enough to sew dozens of purses. This time the rags didn't have much of an impact. Just pick them up next time.
However, Mrs. Chen ignored the business acumen of the shop assistant. The shop assistant saw someone spending two cents to buy rags, and soon someone came to ask. It seemed that the rags were useful, so he thought he would save more rags next time.
The price of cloth needs to be raised carefully.
The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt dejectedly went to see Father Zhu and the fourth uncle to see how much the wild boar was sold for.
Halfway through, I saw the chubby Zhu Ping'an with a silly smile on his back carrying a large basket of rags.
The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt were immediately stunned. It turned out that it was the pig who bought the rag head.
Mrs. Chen's eyes suddenly lit up. Well done to you brat. My son is smart enough to spend two cents to buy such a big basket of rags. How many bags will this make? Each purse costs 20 cents....
.. Chen suddenly felt that what Zhu Pingan and Zhu Pingchuan were carrying were not baskets of rags, but baskets of copper coins.
"Hey, why are you getting so many rags? Go back and give half to auntie." The fourth aunt didn't feel embarrassed at all, she just asked for half of it.
Not to be outdone, the eldest aunt also asked for half of the price.
Zhu Ping'an was very speechless. You are so embarrassed. If each of you takes half, then my mother will not be left with a rag.
"No, I'll go back and sell it to my mother to make money to get a wife." Zhu Ping'an relied on the fact that he was a child and his little head was shaking like a rattle, and he used the excuse of saving money to get a wife.
The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt also remembered the last lucky money incident, and Mrs. Chen couldn't do anything about it.
"You have to sell her to even your mother?" the fourth aunt asked loudly in surprise.
Zhu Pingan nodded.
"Then you can sell it to us too. You spent two pennies from the cloth shop. Let's do this. If auntie gives you four pennies, you can give it all to auntie." The little fourth aunt rolled her eyes and immediately started to seduce.
He said, "If you resell it, you can make two cents. Don't let it be too cost-effective."
"Xie'er, the eldest aunt will give you five cents. You can give it to the eldest aunt." The eldest aunt was not to be outdone.
Mrs. Chen was a little anxious, lest Zhu Ping'an would agree as soon as his brain got hot.
You guys are really good at settling accounts. Zhu Pingan ignored it, but turned around and raised his head and asked Chen, "Mom, how much did you sell for each of the purses you made out of rags?"
"Twenty cents. Normally they only sell for ten cents." Ms. Chen was very excited.
"Oh, two rags can make a purse, so I'll sell you two rags for 5 cents. Who told me to be so familiar with you? Mom, you are too. It's not that I want to make money, besides marrying
My daughter-in-law also needs to buy paper and buy Momeng School." Zhu Pingan counted on his fingers for a long time, raised his head, and said to his fourth aunt and eldest aunt seriously.
Two pieces of rags cost 5 cents! The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt immediately opened their mouths. There must be thousands of rags in that big basket of rags. You bought it for two cents and sold it for hundreds of times!
It's too greedy.
This brat is really lucky. If only he had discovered the usefulness of the rag head earlier. The fourth aunt and the eldest aunt couldn't help but think that they didn't think that Zhu Pingan had any brains, they just thought that Zhu Pingan was gone.
Just luck.
Mrs. Chen was happy at first, but when she heard Zhu Ping'an said that she would take money even if she gave it away, she suddenly lost her temper.
"I asked you to give your mother money, I asked you..." Mrs. Chen went up and grabbed Zhu Ping'an, put her on his legs and threatened to spank her.
"Okay, okay, I won't charge you any more. I won't charge you any more." Zhu Ping'an quickly surrendered. He didn't want to accept Chen's money in the first place, he just said this to his fourth aunt and eldest aunt.
Mrs. Chen can use frightening and spanking methods to make Zhu Pingan submit, but the fourth aunt and eldest aunt cannot use this method. But they have to spend 5 cents to buy two rags, especially if they know that Zhu Pingan is
The large basket of rags only cost 2 cents in total, which made me even more reluctant to part with it.
Although Mrs. Chen really wanted to use this big backpack for herself, she also knew not to be too greedy, otherwise the relationship between the sisters-in-law would be bad. Besides, with such a big backpack, she would have to wait until the year of the monkey to finish it. Moreover, gentleman
If you love money and get it wisely, how can you focus on your own family?
"Your eldest aunt, third aunt and fourth aunt can't accept money either." Mrs. Chen did not let go of Zhu Pingan and continued to press her on his leg, bluffing.
The eldest aunt and the others immediately cast grateful glances at Mrs. Chen.
"No, I still have to save money to marry a wife."
Zhu Ping'an was pinned on Mrs. Chen's legs and refused to let go. After all, he was a child, and he was at the right age to protect things.
"Let you save, let you save."
If her butt is big, she has to save money to marry her. Mrs. Chen is funny and angry, and slaps Zhu Ping'an's little butt twice.
"It hurts." Zhu Pingan groaned.
"Do you want any more money?" Mrs. Chen stopped her hand and asked.
"I don't want it anymore, I don't want it anymore." Zhu Pingan shouted loudly. He just figured it out. With such a big basket, the eldest aunt and the fourth aunt would not be willing to spend 5 cents to buy two of them, and there are so many.
Raghead, even my mother, aunt, and sisters-in-law couldn't finish the work in a short period of time. Charging money for one's own family is not a good reputation in this era, and it is not a modern age where brothers settle accounts openly.
It's better to get a good reputation and let them use it. They can't use it up anyway, so why should you focus on your own family? There are so many women in the village who are good at needlework, so you might as well give the extra rags to
They process it, and then collect it in a purse of 10 yuan. They don't need to produce raw materials, they can make the same money as before by just using their hands, and they don't need to go to town, so they are definitely willing to do it.
Seeing that Zhu Ping'an had found his way back, Mrs. Chen showed a satisfied smile. The eldest aunt and others also showed smiles and were very grateful to Mrs. Chen.
The whole family is very happy.
(I successfully passed the defense yesterday and will post the second update today. If there is enough time, I will update another chapter tonight, maybe a little later.)