After eating tomato and egg noodles, Su Mingruan felt that something was wrong with these two people.
He must be digging a hole for her to jump into, so be careful.
"Ruan Ruan, go to bed after eating. Leave the bowl for Niannian to wash. I taught her a lesson. She won't dare to be the same child as you again." Wu Chunmei said with a smile.
Su Nian went to wash the dishes in silence without any intention of resisting. When the corner of his eye fell on her, he smiled exactly like Wu Chunmei.
The radar in Su Mingruan's mind sent out a signal again, and the weasel paid New Year's greetings to the rooster.
She silently washed up and returned to her room, locked the door before going to bed, blocked the chair and wardrobe behind the door, her eyes fell on the window again, bolted the window, and then went to bed to rest.
When his head hit the pillow, the nerves that had been tense all day finally relaxed slightly. Only then did he feel the pain in his body, as if his limbs were not his own.
I have experienced so many things this day.
Thinking about what needs to be done tomorrow, I soon fell into a dream.
When I woke up, it was bright outside.
Wu Chunmei prepared her favorite pumpkin buns early in the morning: "Ruan Ruan has something to eat before going out."
"I'm not going to eat anymore. I'm going to the game arcade to eat." She pushed her bicycle and ran outside.
The large package of moldy cloth in the space must be converted into money early, and then follow in the footsteps of Li Yingquan and open a shop in the county to sell clothes.
She still vaguely remembers the popular styles of this era. Even if she doesn't remember, she can learn a thing or two by turning on the TV. The styles of clothes worn by big singers must be easy to sell.
Su Mingruan left in a hurry.
Wu Chunmei stared at the pumpkin buns she had made in the morning and fell silent. If she could be so addicted to playing games, she would probably fall in love in the county.
"Mom, can this bun be eaten?" Su Nian got up on his back feet and stared at the bun with vigilance in his eyes.
"Take it. Even if you give her medicine, you can't give it now. Tell Lu Jingzhou not to appear in front of Su Mingruan for five or six days. Wait until she relaxes before you give her the medicine." Wu Chunmei said with a sneer.
She couldn't believe that she couldn't deal with a little girl. Regardless of whether she talked about it or not, as long as she had a relationship with Lu Jingzhou, if she didn't marry her, the villagers would drown her with spit.
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Riding a bicycle on a dirt road in the countryside, her buttocks were sore. Su Mingruan continued to pedal, going to a village far away from home to sell cloth. To make a fortune, she had to hide it from Wu Chunmei and her daughter in the early stage. Otherwise, something might happen.
When crossing the provincial highway, I saw a few cars running on the road.
Su Mingruan thought about the big Ben he had in his previous life. It didn't hurt his butt, but cars these days were a bit expensive.
I don’t know when I will be able to afford it.
When she was approaching her destination, Su Mingruan tied two sacks of cloth to the back seat of her bicycle. When she saw two large bricks on the ground, her eyes lit up, and she picked them up and threw them into the space.
It’s not safe these days, so you need to have some self-defense tools with you.
I'll get some chili water when I get home, and leave the kitchen knife and sickle.
I rode my bicycle and continued walking forward along the road. When I reached my destination, I spread a straw mat on the ground and put a moldy cloth on my head.
When he saw someone passing by, he shouted: "Selling cloth, selling cloth, selling cloth. The cloth from the county textile factory is cheap and strong."
With this shout, those who heard it called their neighbors to come with them, and soon the stall was surrounded.
"How can you sell this cloth? It's all moldy." There was an old lady with small feet in the crowd. She squatted on the ground and looked left and right, touching this piece of cloth and picking out that piece of cloth. Her eyes were shining brightly. .
Su Mingruan said with a smile: "This is from the textile factory in our county. Auntie, you can pull it with your hands and make it strong. Then it can be made into clothes that will last you ten years."
And the colors are fresh. Look how bright they are, red, green, yellow, and this purple-rose red. Whose fabric these days is not gray, blue, and black.
I tell the truth, these cloths are all meant to be exported to foreigners. They were taken out because they were not well preserved and had mold spots. I just left the relationship. If I didn’t leave, I wouldn’t be able to get it. One meter of this kind of cloth can be exported to foreigners for 20. How many yuan, but now it has mold on it and sells it to my own people. For 5 yuan a meter, I can make myself a new pair of shoe uppers and a red coat for my little daughter-in-law. My little daughter also loves to be pretty, how can she wear it every day? Gray and black. "
Su Mingruan's voice was loud and fast, and his pitch was on point.
Some of the people who came around were from well-off families, so they immediately paid for it. In the county, cloth like this cost 10 yuan, so you might not be able to buy it.
Moreover, these brightly colored ones are sold to foreigners, so there are not many opportunities to see them.
Nowadays, people understand that the things sold to foreigners are good, but it doesn’t make them excited.
Although there are mold spots on the cloth now, some of them seem to be washable, and some of them cannot be washed, so just cut out a pocket to block them.
Some of them were greedy but reluctant to give up, so they continued to negotiate the price with Su Mingruan. Su Mingruan knew the principles of doing business and was based on integrity. If he sold this to the same village, this price would be high and that price would be low. It was unacceptable.
After all, she will sell fashionable clothes in the county in the future. People in the village have different life styles. If you can afford cloth, you may be able to sell ready-made clothes in the future. There is nothing wrong with operating with integrity.
"In this case, the price cannot be lowered. I will give this piece of cloth to you as a supplement." Su Mingruan pulled out a piece of cloth that was disliked by others.
Although it doesn’t look good with mold on it, it’s solid!
In an era of low production, who wouldn’t be tempted by a piece of cloth that is so white?
"Okay, I bought it." This man looked at the cloth as a gift. He had the most bad ideas, but at least he could modify a pair of trousers for his granddaughter. He paid for it with one hand and delivered it with the other. He was very efficient.
There was also someone who wanted to secretly take away a piece of cloth, but fortunately Su Mingruan's eyes were bright: "That eldest sister, you haven't given me the money yet, that's right, it's you!"
In this way, two sacks of cloth were sold out in less than three hours.
There are still some people who haven't bought it yet.
Su Mingruan did not continue selling here. She moved to another village and continued to set up a stall. She went to four villages in one day, shouting until her voice became hoarse, and sold a total of cloth costing 100 yuan.
The purchase price of these cloths is two yuan per meter. In one day, the net profit is 150 yuan.
It doesn't sound like much, but these days, most people can only earn fifty or sixty a month, and one hundred and fifty is equivalent to three months' salary.
Su Mingruan was very satisfied, but her throat was dry after a busy day and she was also hungry!
Passing by the provincial highway, I saw a seller selling sesame cakes on the side of the road. I spent 80 cents on a kilogram of fried dough sticks and a bottle of juice. I parked the car on the roadside and looked around while eating. Next to the sesame cake hanging stove, there was also a hanging There was a sign on it that said, "Receive the monkey, it costs three cents each, and you need to live fresh." She took a look at it and remembered it in her heart. It was still a living.
Fill your stomach and continue walking home.
Another day of walking under the stars and the moon, my tired throat was filled with smoke, my arms were sore, and my legs were not my own.
When I arrived at the entrance of the village, I saw a figure appearing.
The faint moonlight fell on him. There was blood on this man's face, and his tall and straight figure was very oppressive. The key was that there was a bloody hole in his chest, and blood was flowing from it.
She stood motionless. When the man came closer, there was a brick in her hand behind her back. Holding the brick, her lips trembled: "Who are you?"
