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

Wang Ergou was talking to his wife, and they were talking about what happened next door. When he heard the sound, he went out quickly.

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.

If he had known that he could really make money, he should have put aside other things a few days ago and focused on weaving baskets.

Wang Ergou's heart was bleeding.

Shen Er didn't know what he was thinking, so he gave the money and planned to go to the next one.

"We have to rush to the next house, so you should go ahead."

When Shen Er turned around, Wang Ergou waved and called to him, "Shen Er, if your sister Nian and I have 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, "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.

My sister is the best!

Next, the father and son gave money to others.

...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, nothing can stop it.

The village chief's wife shook her head, "It's just to sell something new. Let's not say next year. Believe it or not, the exact same thing will appear tomorrow."

The village chief believed this, "It's good to make quick money."

For him, it is enough that the villagers 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.

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

After eating quietly, Shen Er handed over 300 Wen.

When Mr. 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 people. 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."

Old Mr. Gao didn't think they could make much money at all. He snorted coldly and said, "After working hard for a long time, they can only make so much money. They are really promising."

She was very conflicted.

On the one hand, he didn't want the Wang family's son to be successful, on the other hand, he hoped that Shen Er and the others could earn more money so that the fifth son's life in the academy would be easier.

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 Shen Sanfang made the bamboo fans one by one, the money earned would definitely go to Sanfang.

The craftsmanship of the bamboo fans is complicated, and Shen San worked tirelessly for several days, only fifty of them in total.

One hand sold for 20 cents, and thirty-five were sold today, totaling 700 cents.

After Shen Er asked other people in the family for their opinions, he sent them all to the third room without any hesitation.

When Shen San learned that his bamboo fans had been sold for 700 Wen, he was very surprised, "Sold for so much?"

You must know that he can only earn more than 200 yuan after working hard for a month weaving baskets.

Shen Er always felt that he bullied his twin brother in his mother's womb, which was why Shen San was born sick, and he always felt guilty and distressed for him.

Shen Er was particularly happy to be able to help his third brother.

He smiled and said: "The bamboo fan is 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 was an open-minded person and never thought that he would not be able to survive without children. Both of his daughters were 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 cents 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 yelled angrily, "How can I accept the money you worked so hard to make and sell bamboo fans? If you still treat me as your own brother, don't say anything to others."

Shen Er spoke very decisively.

Shen San knew that his second brother was a stickler for his words, so when he saw that he was angry, he did not dare to persuade him any more, so he had no choice but to smile and said: "Okay, I'll accept it all."

When Shen Er heard this, his expression softened slightly, "That's right."

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

At present, it seems that the old lady's attempt to suppress them may not work.

Even so, I still want to separate the family.

It's quite annoying to be watched for everything we 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 is 650 coins, one string is 50 coins.

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

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

"Yeah." Shen San responded.

"I didn't expect it to actually sell." Mr. Liu murmured.

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

Mrs. Liu didn't hear the problem, raised the corners of her mouth happily, took the money and happily went to the main courtyard.

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

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

"father."

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

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

"Well, I went to pay the money." Shen San didn't hide it, "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 want to pay?"