Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

On the third day and the fourth day, the sales of the fresh food store continued to rise. It was not until the fifth day that it became stable. After that, even after the 30% off promotion, the sales did not drop much. , On the contrary, due to the return of commodity prices to their original prices, they once again rose a lot.

After the fresh food store opened for a month, Fang's mother solemnly handed over a passbook to Fang Yan's hand.

"What is this?" Fang Yan took the passbook in wonder, "Why would my mother give me this?"

He has only seen such a small book in Mama Hua. Mama Hua cherishes it very much. It seems to be a big baby. Similarly, the book has been worn out so badly, it is far from the original one in his hand. new.

"This is what the inkstone deserves." Fang Mu said: "It is the total profit of the fresh food store for a month. I kept some in the store, and the rest is here."

The profit of the fresh food store?

Fang Yan opened the passbook seemingly, and when he saw the numbers inside, he was shocked.

"This...this this..."

He hurriedly stuffed the passbook back into Fang's mother's hands, like a hot potato, and said anxiously: "It's better to keep it with my mother. Mom usually gives me a lot of pocket money, and I don't lack money."

He just received his pocket money this month. It's hot. He didn't have much expense. Apart from buying a few packets of ham sausage for Xiaobai, he didn't spend anything else.

Fang's mother can't laugh or cry: This is the profit of the inkstone store, it is from the inkstone, not from his mother."

"Then...then I'll give it to my mother!" Fang Yan panicked and said nothing, very generous.

Although he has always known that the fresh food store is his own, and the vegetable and fruit garden and the farm is his own, but he did nothing except seeds and animals. All was given to him by his mother. In his heart, at least Most of them are still mothers.

Besides, he is just a child, with so much money in his hand, but he can't sleep at night!

Fang Mu was speechless.

It was the first time she saw someone who was eager to push money out.

Like his other two sons, Fang Ke would calm down every time he gave money, and then he changed hands and invested in his own small investment, relying on his own mind to double the amount of money. As for Fang Huai would happily praise her for a long time, then turned around and spent all the money, leaving nothing.

Her little son's courage is really too small.

"Yes, that's right!" Fang Yan's inspiration flashed, suddenly thinking of something, and immediately said: "I still owe my mother a lot of money!"

"Money owed to me?" Mother Fang was stunned for a moment, and quickly remembered.

Fang Yan was talking about the last time he spent buying special items in a mall to see his adoptive mother.At that time, he paid the bill in the name of borrowing money from his mother. Afterwards, Fang's mother never mentioned it, and Fang Yan had no income, so the payment of the money was delayed.

For Fang's mother, the money was naturally not repaid by the younger son, but now she was used as an excuse for the younger son to refuse to accept the turnover, so she had no choice but to collect the passbook.

"After removing my money, there is still a lot left..."

Before she could finish her words, Fang Yan quickly interrupted her: "Then it will be treated as interest on my loan."

Fang Mu: "..." The interest is really high enough.

She had no choice but to say: "Then the first month's turnover, mother will not give you, when the second month's turnover arrives, I will give you the money."

Fang Yan's face that had just laughed became frown again, and he began to think about what excuse he should use to refuse next time.

...

On this day, Fang Honghua came back from the ground and was suddenly stopped by the village chief’s wife.

She followed the village chief’s wife to her house in amazement, only to realize that Fang Yan had called her from the capital. Fang Honghua was pleased when she heard that, and quickly took the phone handset from the village chief’s hand.

She tentatively "hi".

"Mother Hua!" The adopted son's voice was heard on the phone immediately: "It's me, it's the inkstone."

"Hey." Fang Honghua replied, laughing from ear to ear: "Why did Yanyan call mother?"

Fang Yan said cheerfully, "Because I want to spend my mother!"

"Mom wants inkstone too!"

Seeing the mother and the son had a good time chatting, the village chief's wife made a gesture for her to make a slow gesture, and quietly closed the door and went out.

Fang Honghua glanced at her gratefully, and quickly turned her attention to the phone.

The adopted son kept telling herself about his recent situation, then complained about why she didn't call herself, and finally talked about her new career.

"The Yanyan shop has opened, and there is a 30% discount in the first week after opening."

"30% off! Isn't that a loss?"

"No, mom helped me settle the bill and made a little bit." Regardless of whether Fang Honghua could see it, Fang Yan held the phone and gestured the size of a little finger knuckle, indicating that it was really only a little bit.

"It's good, it's good if you can earn it." Fang Honghua boasted: "In the future, our family inkstone will become a business man, and it's promising!"

"Also, by the next day, the business is getting better all at once, and the money you make suddenly becomes more." Fang Yan reported a number.

Fang Honghua almost didn't hold the phone in her hand, she quickly grabbed it with both hands, and repeated in disbelief: "You say it again? How much?"

Fang Yan repeated it again.

Fang Honghua closed her chin with difficulty.

Facing the impact of numbers, it is really as exciting as a gold ingot falling from the sky.

"Also, on the third day..."

Before Fang Yan's words were finished, she was interrupted: "Okay, let's stop talking about the inkstone. If you go on, your mother's heartbeat will be scared off by you." Even if you didn't listen, Fang Honghua did. I know, that should be an astronomical figure.

Fang Yan answered obediently, and told her about the passbook.

Fang Honghua said, "The inkstone is right. It's all the money your parents paid, so you should give it to your parents. Usually your mom gives enough pocket money. Even if it's not enough, you can ask them again. But don't hold so much money alone, it won't be good if something happens." Fang Honghua was terrified.

Fang Yan responded obediently again.

The two said a lot of thoughtful things, but Fang Honghua first felt distressed about the phone bill, and first proposed to hang up.

"By the way, Mama Hua, I have sent you a lot of things."

"Send something?" Fang Honghua said keenly, "What to send?"

"It's all something to eat, use, and not worth any money."

Fang Honghua breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the last three words, and then asked, "How to send it?" They were so remote, they couldn't deliver anything except the letter.

"I use express delivery, mother Hua, do you know what express delivery is?"

"What is it?"

"Just like sending a letter, you can send things! I couldn't send it to our home, but my father said that I could send it with more money, so I added more money."

Fang Honghua felt distressed immediately, and after speaking a few more words to him, she hung up the phone quickly.

She went out, thanked the village chief’s wife, avoided her probing gaze, and walked home briskly.

Hearing the voice of the adopted son again, this time she was happy for ten and a half days.

Not long after she entered the door, a strange voice came from outside: "Is Fang Honghua at home?"

Fang Honghua responded with a loud voice and went out quickly, and saw a small truck parked in front of her house.

"you are?"

"Hello, I'm delivering a courier, and there is your courier." The courier brother said, and opened the door of the container behind the small truck.

He moved and moved most of the contents of the container, and then he took out a list to Fang Honghua: "Hello, please confirm receipt and sign here."

Fang Honghua signed her name with a dull expression.

The things Fang Yan sent to her were indeed worthless. The food and use were huge, and the piles were higher than when they were a guest last time.

Seeing other villagers looking inquiring here, Fang Honghua suddenly had a headache.