Song Zhou walked up to Jiang Dong and said hello.
"You are here too."
"Song Zhou, did you just say that you wanted to send money to Erheizi and Dahai?" Jiang Dong asked suspiciously, "Is this true or false?"
"Can I still joke about something like this?"
Song Zhou took out a neat stack of banknotes from his pocket, which made Jiang Dong and others' eyes go straight.
so much?
"Erheizi, you have more stuff, take 28."
"Dahai, you have less stuff, take 20."
Erheizi and Dahai looked at the bills in their hands over and over with disbelief on their faces.
Make money, really make money!
"Brother Xiaozhou, this is too much, we haven't done anything."
Dahai was the first to react. He took the money and stuffed it into Song Zhou's arms. Nowadays, workers in the county only earn 30 or 40 yuan a month, and he earns 20 yuan a day. This money is really hot.
When Erheizi saw this, he tried to follow suit, but was stopped by Song Zhou.
"Why are you being polite to me? Besides, I didn't give you money for free. This is all your stuff, do you understand?"
"Then...then we should continue with it?"
Erheizi said stutteringly, looking at the mountain goods in his basket that had turned into treasures.
"I can continue to work on things, but the making of money needs to be slowed down. I have to find another partner. I don't plan to cooperate with this company anymore."
"okay."
Erheizi and Dahai agreed happily. The people next to them looked jealous and came up to them one by one.
"Song Zhou, would you like a cigarette?"
"Smoking my Song Zhou, my cigarettes are good."
"Song Zhou, you see we are all from the same village, why don't you take us with you as well so we can earn enough money to eat."
Jiang Dong looked a little moved, but when he thought about how he had despised Song Zhou just now, he still didn't have the nerve to go over and ask for help.
How on earth did this kid do it?
"Everyone, please be quiet."
Song Zhou raised his hand and everyone fell silent.
"I have no plans to harvest mushrooms in large quantities recently, so I can't bring you all to make money together for the time being. But when I find a reliable restaurant to discuss cooperation, I will naturally need your help, so don't worry, please be patient and wait a few days. sky."
When everyone saw what Song Zhou said, they all knew that the matter was out of the question for the time being, and left disappointed.
Jiang Dong was also about to leave, but was stopped by Song Zhou.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Dong raised his head, deliberately pointed his nostrils at Song Zhou, and forced a condescending posture, his unruly eyes seemed to say something.
Your bullying of my sister is not over yet!
"Want to make money?"
"Of course... of course."
When it comes to making money, Jiang Dong doesn't dare to be too arrogant. This look of being both serious and upright makes people want to laugh.
"Then tomorrow you go into the mountains with Erheizi and the others to hunt for mountain goods. They will tell you exactly how to do it."
"Tch, I...I'm just too lazy to do it."
The young man's face-saving character made Jiang Dong duplicity. He had just despised Song Zhou five minutes ago, and now he was about to bow to Song Zhou. Where should I put my face?
"If this thing is done, earning three to five hundred a month will be the same as playing. Are you sure you are too lazy to do it?" Song Zhou's words made Jiang Dong stop immediately, and then said: "Jiang Dong, we are all men, there is no need to make mistakes. Damn it, it’s only been two months. If I’m still the same as before, it won’t be too late for you to fall out, so why bother with money now?”
"Damn it, I'm just so angry!" Jiang Dong was furious, and simply made it clear, "You bastard bullied my sister, and you still want me to look good with you?"
"Then what else can you do? You can't kill me, right?"
"I...I'm going to beat you up!"
After speaking, Jiang Dong kicked Song Zhou on the waist. Song Zhou grinned in pain and punched Song Zhou with his backhand.
Jiang Dong covered his face, his eyes filled with surprise: "You...you dare to fight back?"
"Nonsense, who dares to touch me?" Song Zhou added at the end, "Elders don't count."
"Grass!"
Jiang Dong refused to accept and continued to attack, while Song Zhou also punched and kicked him. The battle was quite fierce.
After a few minutes, the two of them stopped and sat on the ground bruised, but the atmosphere became much more harmonious.
Men's friendship is so simple. Sometimes holding it in for a long time is not as satisfying as having a direct fight.
"Just tell me, do you want to do it or not? If not, I will find someone else." Song Zhou had a toothache.
"Nonsense, of course you have to do things that make money, and besides, I have a chance of becoming your uncle." Jiang Dong stood up, clutching his stomach, and said harshly, "But remember, business is business. Don't think that I can be lenient to you. If you can't get into college, you can never marry my sister. You will be waiting to go to jail!"
Erheizi and Dahai stayed nearby to make sure Song Zhou was okay before going home.
As usual, prepare the meal and serve it directly after the parents come back.
"Have you gone to see the teacher today?" Song Zhengjun asked while sipping his wine.
Song Zhou nodded and recounted the process of going to teacher Jiang Guohua's house to make up lessons today.
"Are you serious? Your teacher really said you have hope of getting into college?"
Yan Huiru immediately grasped the key point.
For a while, I couldn't even think about eating.
"Really mom, I'm very confident that I will definitely be able to get into college, and maybe even get the top prize."
"I knew my son was good!"
Yan Huiru smiled from ear to ear, hugged Song Zhou's head and kissed him.
In her eyes, people who can become high school teachers are definitely extraordinary. Since the teacher said they can pass the exam, they must be able to pass the exam!
"Hey, hey, this kid is already so old, can you please be more careful?" Song Zhengjun said angrily.
"What are you paying attention to? This is my son. Even if he is seventy or eighty, he is also my son!"
Yan Huiru's face was full of pride, which made Song Zhengjun really helpless.
Who told them they only had this one child?
"Dad, I made another 26 today. You don't have to worry about my wedding money in the future. Just take care of your health."
Song Zhou picked up the wine bottle and filled it for his father.
A touch of joy appeared on Song Zhengjun's face at a speed visible to the naked eye, but was suppressed abruptly.
Like most fathers in rural areas, Song Zhengjun never likes to talk about praise. Even if he is satisfied with his children's performance, his words are still full of education.
"You don't need to worry about making money. The most important thing for you now is studying. Don't set up a stall in the future. Focus on studying."
"That's not okay, dad. My fried skewers are just starting to show some improvement. Besides, I make money for the benefit of my family."
"Nonsense! Studying requires single-mindedness. Your foundation is worse than others, and now you have to set up a stall. If this continues, will you be able to get into college?"
"father!"
"You must listen to me on this matter. You will study at home from tomorrow. In the worst case, I will set up a stall for you."
Song Zhou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Dad, your personality is not suitable for setting up a stall at all. It took a lot of effort for me to gain some popularity. You can't let me give up like this!"
Song Zhengjun frowned, and when he was about to reason, a clear voice suddenly came from outside the door.
"Uncle Song, can I come in?"
