The sales manager was a woman in her forties. She introduced it to Sang Xiaoyu: A bottle of this product costs five yuan, and the salesperson will receive four yuan. After selling five boxes, there will be a reward for one bottle.
There will be a reward of three bottles for selling ten cases.
Sang Xiaoyu asked how many bottles were in a box? He replied twelve bottles.
Sang Xiaoyu said the price is a bit high. Bulk soy sauce now only costs 80 cents, and even the most expensive bottled version only costs 3 yuan.
The salesperson said that they are not the same. The cost of the things here is too high, and five yuan is not expensive.
The salesperson gave her and Fei Jiani a bottle each and told them to finish the meal before restocking the product.
In fact, Sang Xiaoyu was tempted. She thought this thing was feasible and wanted to try it.
Sang Xiaoyu bid farewell to Baozi Shop and started a second career, or a third career to be precise. She also posted advertisements for more than a month.
Fortunately, the bun shop let her go the next day.
The boss and his wife were kind enough to give her an extra 200 yuan, and then sent her away with some reluctance.
Sang Xiaoyu didn't have time to lament these romantic and tender moments, she immediately threw herself into a new battle.
New Year's Day is just around the corner. If you don't take advantage of the opportunity to celebrate the festival, the sales of this type of condiment products will not be too optimistic.
Fei Jiani persuaded her to rent a house in the western suburbs. Sang Xiaoyu said that renting a house was too expensive. Fei Jiani said that this was a suburb and the rent was shockingly cheap.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that going to the morning market was similar to working at the bun shop, and she had to leave at four in the morning.
Although my mother's house is called Pingjiang West Road, it is on the easternmost side of the Meilan River, and the distance to the soy sauce factory is twice as far as the bun shop.
Fei Jiani and Sang Xiaoyu searched for a long time in the western suburbs and found a staff dormitory called Forestry College.
The so-called Forestry College here has long been empty, and those who stay here are mostly farmers from other places and some lonely elderly people.
There are also migrant workers like her.
The condition of the bungalow was average. The rent of fifty yuan a month still seemed a bit expensive to Sang Xiaoyu, so she rented the warehouse in front of the bungalow.
The bungalows are paid once every six months, and the warehouses are paid once a month.
The warehouse fee is only twenty yuan a month.
When Fei Jiani opened the door of this warehouse, a smell of mold rushed straight into her nose. She held her breath and ran outside and said:
"Sang Xiaoyu, Sang Xiaoyu, did you do it? Aren't you making things difficult for yourself? Is this a place where people live? Do you really want to sleep here? I'll pay for it for you."
Sang Xiaoyu opened the door and took a look. Although it was a warehouse, there was also a small yard.
There are some messy things piled up in the yard. The house inside is relatively clean, but it has been unoccupied for a long time, and there are clouds of dust hanging around, making it a world of spiders and mosquitoes.
Fei JiaNi wanted to find someone to do a favor, but Sang Xiaoyu refused to agree. Fei JiaNi looked embarrassed, and Sang Xiaoyu quickly said: "I really don't need you. I can't do anything when you are so startled."
Fei Jiani really didn't want to do it, and she felt sorry for her, so Sang Xiaoyu had to lie to her and ask Li Junhao to help her for a while.
Fei Jiani met Li Junhao and immediately clapped her hands and said yes, and said that the three of them would do it together. Sang Xiaoyu refused and said that she must go home now.
She reassured Fei Jiani, saying that it would be a piece of cake for her to handle such a matter.
Fei Jiani took her to dinner no matter what, and said that she would leave again in a few days.
Sang Xiaoyu knew that she felt a little sorry, so they went into a small noodle shop with her.
The two of them each ordered a bowl of noodles. Fei Jiani said that she didn't believe that she could become like this.
She said that although Sang Xiaoyu did not come from a wealthy family, she had the potential to be a noble lady, and her movements were elegant and graceful that others could not imitate.
Now, she is facing such a big difficulty, but she is so strong. She said that she didn't know what to do if she didn't know what to do.
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said: "We are born to adapt to the environment. What on earth are you going to do?"
Fei Jiani said half seriously and half jokingly: "Go to Jiang Chunhui. He treats you much better than he treats me, but I just pretend to be pitiful in front of him. If I don't pretend to be really pitiful, he will still lend a helping hand."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "He is a man who has no profit and cannot afford to be early."
Fei Jiani said without thinking: "What's that? Doesn't he just want to have another lover? I'm not a blank piece of paper, so what should I be afraid of?"
When Sang Xiaoyu heard what she said, of course she had nothing to say.
Seeing her silence, Fei Jiani said, "Men are just like that. If you don't take him seriously, he will take you seriously. Look at you, aren't you the best example?
The colder you are towards Jiang Chunhui, the more enthusiastic he will be. If you plunged into his arms, I tell you, he would have kicked you long ago."
Sang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Since you know men so well, why don't you be arrogant for a while?"
Fei Jiani sighed and said: "This kind of thing is easier said than done. He must like you. If he is not very proud of you, why are you so indifferent?"
Sang Xiaoyu burst out laughing. She felt that she had not laughed so heartily for a long time.
Fei Jiani said: "Who do you think doesn't understand this truth? But there is a good quality man standing in front of you. As soon as you are proud, he will run away and you have to do everything possible to seduce him. Are you tired?"
Sang Xiaoyu laughed again and said, "Have you spent all your energy on dealing with men? Then why haven't your personal problems been solved yet?"
Fei Jiani said: "I can't look down on those little boys at all. Think about it, we are all twenty-seven years old, who can look upon men of the same age? How many men are in their thirties and reaching their forties?"
Don’t have a home? I don’t dare to think about it deeply. The more I think about it, the more desperate I become.”
Sang Xiaoyu also sighed and said: "Only women who understand men too well are left, while women who are confused marry themselves off."
Fei Jiani asked somewhat seriously: "Tell me, what exactly do you think? Why have I never heard you scold Cheng Weize once? Don't you feel bitter?"
Sang Xiaoyu also said seriously: "When things happen, what's the use of just complaining? Is it useful for me to scold Cheng Weize every day? Don't say anything useless and just let him go. I believe his life will not be easy either.
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Fei Jiani raised her thumb and said, "I'm really convinced by you.
When you and Cheng Weize were together, almost everyone was not optimistic about it, but you lived a sweet life and made many people envious. Alas, it would be nice if these things didn't happen."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Don't keep thinking about these things. Let me advise you. We are not even thirty now, so we still have the advantage of age. Once we are over thirty, it will be yesterday's flowers."
It's better to get rid of yourself as soon as possible, a woman will be stable once she has a family, not to mention you are so beautiful and energetic."
Fei Jiani smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I like someone else, they may not be able to like me. I think it's too naive to like me. If I can't get married again, I will probably have to stay at home."
Just like Sang Xiaoyu doesn't want to mention Cheng Weize, Fei Jiani doesn't want to mention her personal affairs.
Both of them wanted to change the topic.
It was Fei Jiani who said first: "By the way, what should you do if you don't have a tricycle when you go to the market?"
Sang Xiaoyu had thought about this problem for a long time. She thought that if she kept pushing the condiments on her bicycle, she might not be able to sell a few boxes a day, and she would probably drop the boxes to the ground in joy.
But she told Fei Jiani that she was selling goods at a market in the surrounding suburbs, and it was easy to pick up the goods.
She didn't want to trouble Fei Jiani anymore, she had done enough.
Fei Jiani could only nod.
As soon as Fei Jiani left, Sang Xiaoyu returned to the hut.
The room felt like it was freezing.
The glass was mostly missing, and she covered the windows with plastic sheets.
The walls of the room were dark, so she found some clean newspapers and papered them on them.
The noise and dilapidation in the yard still made her sigh uncontrollably.
She looked around and saw that there were many people like her. She saw smoke rising from many people's warehouses.
Like me, they all come out to work.
Fortunately, the homeowner left nearly half a ton of coal in another small shed in the warehouse, and Sang Xiaoyu quickly lit up the fire.
The fire started.
Sang Xiaoyu couldn’t remember the year she originally started the fire.
It seems that when she was a child, she was at her mother's house. Even though she lives at her mother's house now, her mother never let her do such work.
She packed everything in the house into the yard, and the things in the yard were like a dilapidated cultural relics market, with everything in it.
Fortunately, the landlord said that everything is at her disposal and she should throw away whatever she can.
Sang Xiaoyu finally tidied up the house, and four hours had passed.
Sang Xiaoyu was so tired that she felt like she was falling apart. She looked over and over again, wondering what it meant to be clean. It was probably just wiping it clean.
There was an old cabinet in the house. When Sang Xiaoyu opened it, several mice hurriedly escaped from it. Sang Xiaoyu screamed and was so frightened that her soul flew away.
There is no food in the house, how could they make a nest here?
The room gradually became heated, and the heat on the kang also rose. After a tiring day, Sang Xiaoyu really wanted to lie down and take a good rest, but she didn't dare. She still had countless things to do.
She wiped the kang clean first, and then spread the quilt she took from the bun shop on it. She lay gently for a while, and the kang was already filled with heat.
She didn't dare to stay any longer for fear of falling asleep accidentally.
She rode her bicycle back to her mother's house.
She told her mother everything and said she would definitely not be back on New Year's Day.
Her son came up to her and asked her why she didn't even return home. Sang Xiaoyu said that she would definitely come back during the Spring Festival and would buy some gifts for her son.
Ziqiao looked at his mother happily. He was much more sensible now and never asked for toys or anything like that. When his mother told her about gifts, he said calmly:
"Mom, I don't want any gifts. Let's save some money to pay off the debt."
Sang Xiaoyu and her mother couldn't laugh or cry, so they asked him to go inside and read a book.
Sang Xiaoyu told her mother that she must have a tricycle no matter what, otherwise the business of selling goods would be empty talk. Now she wants to buy a tricycle, but she doesn't know how long it will take to earn back the money.
Her mother immediately understood what she meant, nodded her head and said, "Are you thinking about your Uncle Wang's tricycle?"
Sang Xiaoyu immediately laughed and said, "How could it be that mother and daughter are connected."
The mother said: "My daughter finally figured it out. I don't know whether to be happy or sad."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Mom, there's nothing to be sad about. Isn't this a matter of assessing the situation? People will say whatever they want at whatever stage they reach. This is called life teaching you to grow."
"Don't be poor, I'll go take a look."
When my mother came back, she had a mixed look on her face.
Sang Xiaoyu asked eagerly how it was?
My mother said: "His tricycle is really useless, but he is not willing to give it to us for free at any cost, even if it costs fifty yuan."
Sang Xiaoyu asked: "How much is this new car worth?"
My mother said: "It probably costs more than a hundred, but it seems that his car has not been used a few times. Isn't it just for work? Something happened to his foot."
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Mom, don't worry about it, I'll go."
My mother said unconvincedly: "It's impossible for you to go and use it in vain."
Sang Xiaoyu went straight to Uncle Wang's house. Uncle Wang was smoking on the kang. When he saw Sang Xiaoyu coming, he laughed and said, "Your mother is here, why are you here again?"
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Uncle Wang, it's not that I want to take advantage of your family. Something really happened to me and I can't afford the extra money now.
As for you, the more you don't use this car, the less useful it becomes, and the parts will slowly get rusty. If you can sell it now and make some money, it will really be worth it. You understand this better than me."
Uncle Wang said: "I spent one hundred and twenty on this car. I haven't used it for a few days. Is it too much to give you fifty?"
Sang Xiaoyu said: "I really can't come up with fifty, but I recognize thirty."
What else did Uncle Wang want to say? Sang Xiaoyu said:
"Uncle Wang, you loved me the most when I was little. Now that I'm in trouble, just help me.
At your age, don’t you still want to earn some money for your children and grandchildren? It’s the same with me. If I finish paying off the money, I’ll still want to earn more for my son.”
Uncle Wang was a little moved after hearing this and said: "Forget it then. Since you gave me thirty, I might as well not take it and give you a favor. When your mother borrowed the money, I didn't take any of it, even if I did my part,
Take heart."
Sang Xiaoyu handed thirty yuan to Uncle Wang and said, "Uncle, even if you take these thirty yuan, I will be grateful to you forever."
Uncle Wang pushed the car out and told Sang Xiaoyu the essentials of riding a bicycle. He also told her that she should know how to maintain the car.
When Sang Xiaoyu left Uncle Wang's house, there was a tricycle beside him.
Sang Xiaoyu was about to leave home, and her mother became nagging. She brought Sang Xiaoyu rice and flour, soy sauce, vinegar, bowls, chopsticks and other things.
Sang Xiaoyu refused to take any more, saying that there were many things in the house and she could buy some too.
My mother knew that she would not spend a penny now, and she was particularly worried about what would happen to someone who had never ridden a tricycle.
Sang Xiaoyu said: "Mom, don't worry, I know how to take care of myself now. If something happens to me, what will happen to you and the child? I understand in my heart."
My mother said, "It's good if you understand. If I don't have to worry about this, I'll feel at ease."
Her mother wanted to get her money again, but she didn't ask for anything. She said that the two hundred yuan change she had from selling goods was enough for her.