Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

After lunch, Su Wangqin didn't let Gu Chunzhu wash dishes. Gu Chunzhu kept thinking about opening a shop in the classroom. After much nagging, Su Wangqin went to Mr. Chung's house.

Gu Chunzhu sat in the yard in the sun and saw Xiaocheng come.

“Xiaocheng sat here and spoke with her.” Gu Chunzhu pulled Xiaocheng's stool over, reached out and touched his shoulder, remembering that he was pregnant would call two children with exclusion.

At an early age, Ann may not remember the previous things. Xiaocheng should have been quite big when Su Wangqin brought him back. Moreover, the child's mind was steady and things were easily held in his stomach.

“Mother, Xiaolai hasn't come to school in over ten days!” Xiaocheng sat on the stool next to Gu Chunzhu, and Ann, who was playing with the little black dog, moved a stool to sit.

Gu Chunzhu didn't expect Xiaocheng to say this to herself, her willow brow slightly rubbed.

“It's kind of because his mother didn't learn it.” Gu Chunzhu's heart is always a little uncomfortable. The mistakes made by the Qiu family should not affect the child.

But he was not the grandson of the Su family. Old Su and Old Su naturally couldn't afford to pay him to go to school. They already owed Su Dong an ass after marrying him.

Looking at Xiaocheng's curiosity, Gu Chunzhu said honestly, “Xiaoli is not your uncle's biological son. ”

Xiaocheng's eyes also widened a few points. Ann didn't understand the meaning of it. “Did you pick that up? Who are his own father and mother? ”

This matter and how to explain to the little guy Gu Chunzhu also shut his mouth, Xiaocheng lifted his phoenix eyes to comfort Gu Chunzhu, “Mother, you didn't hurt him, his own mother hurt him. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Gu Chunzhu nodded. She just felt a little uncomfortable when she remembered.

But he didn't take the initiative, until Qiu family closed the door of his embroidery shop, then it was Xiaocheng who didn't read the book, since Gu Chunzhu didn't regret being this bad guy.

“Mother, rest well. In fact, Dad's cooking is not that bad. It's much better than eating sweet potatoes.” Cheng's little face raised a heartbreaking laugh.

“It's just a meal. You see, your little buddies' mothers in the village go down with big bellies.” Gu Chunzhu felt that there was nothing to react to right now, and he was not tired of cooking some food.

What she hopes more is that this child's arrival will not affect Ann and Xiaocheng. After all, they are also their own hearts and minds, the spiritual pillars that came to Min dynasty to try to survive.

“She was pregnant before, and then she didn't give birth. They all said she was dying, and then she gave birth to Ann.” Xiao Cheng, for the first time, took the initiative to hold Gu Chunzhu tightly, with a slight water colour in her eyes.

Gu Chunzhu looked at Xiaocheng in dismay. Is this the child talking about her own mother? He remembers everything!

She held this child back and opened her heart to him, "No, Mama's gonna be fine. Mother wants to earn money for Xiaocheng to study, watch you test children, exam talent. And Ann, my mother is going to make a good daughter. ”

“Well, just have a mother and a brother.” Xiaocheng said seriously.

“It's my sister!” Ann didn't understand what she had said before. She understood everything she had said, so she stood up from the stool with Xiaomi's teeth and wanted to fight with her brother.

Cheng, don't go too far without arguing with this ignorant little guy.

“All right, all right. Quiet, Cheng. Let's go to class.” Gu Chunzhu looked helplessly at a pair of sons and daughters and smiled.

After Xiaocheng went to school, Gu Chunzhu almost showed off the door. Su Wangqin had not returned from this trip for so long. The bell period was not a promise.

After waiting another minute or so, Su Wangqin hurried back.

“How's it going? What did Mr. Chung say?” Gu Chunzhu's heart was still worried. Su Wangqin's brain melon worked well, but he didn't know if his lips worked well.

“Mr. Qian Zhong, who rents the shop, naturally doesn't want it. He agrees with our proposal, but we have to hire someone to build the pavement ourselves. We can only sell food and snacks and some library treasures, we can't sell small things that call the students obsolete schooling. ”

The suggestion in Su Wangqincou is naturally the one that was originally conceived. If the bell period refuses to collect money, donate twenty books a year to the school. Then the school rewards the well-educated cold-blooded brother.

Selling popcorn outside the classroom is almost two taels of silver in January, more than two taels a year, and more profitable if you open a small shop in the classroom. These 20 books are about ten taels of silver, and they are naturally worth the money.

“Wonderful, Brother Wang, we can add another sum of silver money. Now go and get the master to put up the noodles. Better make it spacious. I want to sell a package, a popcorn, and a salted souffle chicken.” Gu Chunzhu broke his finger and said, "There is a gleaming glimpse of magic on his face. Su Wangqin looked at the bottom of his eyes and added gentleness.

“I have to draw it!” Gu Chunzhu went to the stove room and folded a piece of carbon into a charcoal pen.

She takes the wool and starts painting on it her construction of the pavement, preferably with a thatch, and then simply divides it into three doors so that students can buy whatever they want on their doorsteps.

Gu Chunzhu calculates that one person is needed to sell salted soufflnut chicken and one person is needed for popcorn. Packages can be cooked together, but they have to be sold alone. It just so happens that three people are needed. White family and grandfather Zheng and son are just fine. When Zheng De's daughter-in-law comes out of the moon, she will be able to help.

“Brother Wang, how much silver does a house like this cost?” Gu Chunzhu handed over his drawings.

“Five taels of silver.” Su Wangqin took a rough look at the excellent layout of Gu Chunzhu, and even had a worker's house to rest in.

“Then ask someone to hurry up and go to the house. You can call Grandpa Zheng and let him earn a few wages.” Gu Chunzhu smiled with her lips. When Su Wangqin walked out with the drawings, she was pinching herself again.

Selling tigers earned one hundred and fifty-second taels of silver, of which sixty taels made up members of the tavern. There are also fifty taels of money from the Luzhou shop to pay the embroidered women to finish the work plus fabric and so on. There are only about one hundred taels left in the house now. She still misses Liu Xi in the Tibetan pavilion.

A hundred taels of silver is definitely not enough to redeem the stream! It took fifty taels to redeem Ann.

The more money I used, the less it was enough. Gu Chunzhu rubbed his eyebrows and suddenly the door rang.

Brother Wang is back so soon? Gu Chunzhu went to open the door thinking, but saw a strange face. Gu Chunzhu asked with some vigilance: “You are..."