After Fu Yijie and Lu Chunxiao broke up, Fu Kun suddenly felt relieved all over and closed the stall a few days in advance to take a vacation for him.

During the Chinese New Year, he bought a lot of things for his family. He didn't change the battery when he moved there before, so he changed them all. My mother felt very distressed. When the refrigerator was dragged away by rags, she stood on the balcony and looked at the green snowflakes refrigerator and said goodbye.

"It's okay," said my mother, "you said you didn't make a fortune, and your behavior was quite explosive."

"As soon as it started at night, it was heard from the generator, and I could hear it downstairs. I got up several times in the middle of the night to pull the plug," Fu Kun hugged his mother's shoulder and stuffed a bank card into her hand. "Mom, you can take this money and you should pay it back. We will try to clear all the foreign debts this year."

"Just keep it yourself. I can't use such a high-end card," my mother patted his hand. "It's not easy for you to make some money. Save it, don't you still want to expand your business?"

"Don't worry, I won't give it to you all." Fu Kun smiled.

The harvest this year is pretty good, but because the market will be adjusted significantly after the New Year, all the stalls on the street will be placed in the market building. The rent management fee and sanitation fee will be increased a lot, and the goods will be purchased after the New Year. So in addition to saving money for the family and secretly paying Yijie, Fu Kun also left a part of it.

Fu Kun and Fu Yijie went to the market to take a look when they were idle. The four-story building had been renovated and the big sign was also set up, Datong Clothing City.

It’s the Chinese New Year now, and people are coming and going.

"Why is this famous name?" Fu Yijie looked up at the signboard and covered his stomach. "I'm still a big news, I want to have diarrhea..."

"Hold it down first," Fu Kun walked in, "It turned out to be Wanfu, it's not much better than this. I wanted to salute someone when I heard it."

They went in and looked at the stalls they had picked before. The location was Fu Yijieding, which was close to the entrance, but not in front of them, with a small door of eight square meters.

"This person has a lot of traffic. It's great to make money. Are you just empty?" Fu Yijie looked around and many stalls were already on the table.

"It's okay, I haven't been idle for a long time, and you're almost gone on vacation. Let's play with you for a few more days," Fu Kun leaned against the wall. "It seems that there are many people now, but these pieces are classified. This piece is all men's clothing, not as easy as before. The competition is very fierce, so you have to check the purchase."

"Do you take me on a one-day tour?" Fu Yijie asked.

"I'm afraid you will feel tired." Fu Kun smiled and was in a good mood.

"No, I'm playing." Fu Yijie replied very much. He couldn't feel tired if he did anything with Fu Kun.

Fu Kun and Fu Yijie were holding a tape ruler in the stall while thinking about how to place the shelves more spaciously, someone shouted outside: "Fu Kun!"

Fu Yijie turned around and saw a girl with a ponytail. She was not old. Seeing that she was holding a small bag, she should be the stall owner here.

"Kong Hui," Fu Kun put away his squid. Kong Hui turned out that the stall was quite close to Cheng Qingqing, and there were several stalls. Fu Kun was not very familiar with her, but she had a good relationship with Cheng Qingqing. "Where are you putting it?"

"Inside, 37," Kong Hui pointed in, "I've put it on for the past two days. Haven't you done it yet?"

"Let's finish the New Year, it's not bad now." Fu Kun kicked the wooden wall and prepared to leave.

"I've been like this these two days. If you have any questions, please call me. Don't be polite." Kong Hui looked at Fu Kun with a smile on her face.

Fu Yijie had already walked out of the stall and walked slowly out. After Fu Kun called the girl's name, he had some impression that he might have seen it.

After walking a few steps, Fu Kun chased after him: "Run like this."

"Who is this?" Fu Yijie looked back and looked at it. Kong Hui was still standing there, looking here. When he saw him turning around, he quickly turned around and trotted.

"Kong Hui, Sister Qingqing, you should have seen him," Fu Kun thought for a while, "Have you come to my stall several times, just last time..."

"I don't think so." Fu Yijie interrupted him.

"It's quite hot..." Fu Kun didn't mind Fu Yijie's attitude and continued, but before he could finish the word "passion", he was interrupted by Fu Yijie again.

"Are you chasing you?" Fu Yijie narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Probably," Fu Kun was also happy. Although he had never cared about the girl, he could still feel who was interested in him, "There are too many people chasing your brother."

"Are you interested?"

“Not yet.”

Fu Yijie put his hand in his pocket: "It's great."

"Why?" Fu Kun didn't quite understand.

"Because I would be unhappy if you accompany her out for dinner, go shopping, and carry her things," Fu Yijie said with a smile, "Isn't it true that you are careless? Isn't it true that you call me and leave? Isn't it true that you have no prospects..."

"Stop!" Fu Kun slapped him in the back, "Fu Yijier, you should take revenge, right?"

"Or why don't you try it, I'll definitely talk until you get a break."

Before the New Year’s school starts, Fu Yijie followed Fu Kun to purchase a one-day tour.

The purchase bus was always on the purchase bus. The train was introduced by Brother Luo to Fu Kun, saying that the two drivers of the car were both mixed in the past and took cash to take the car safely.

There were all shops in the car, two of them were sleeping in the same shop, and the quilt was also dirty. Fu Kun didn't feel anything. The car was so good that Fu Yijie couldn't stand it, so he rolled the quilt and stuffed it under the shelf at his feet.

"Why are you so good to stuff it? You will freeze to death at night." Fu Kun was very happy for a long time.

"Smell." Fu Yijie frowned.

"You don't have to smell me when you get home, smell yourself," Fu Kun leaned against the bed frame, "It's this smell!"

"It's not over, right?" Fu Yijie looked at him with his eyes squinting.

"It's over."

It was really cold at night, and it was a bit harsh without covering the quilt. Although the car windows were closed very tightly, Fu Yijie could still feel the cold wind constantly pouring in with all kinds of smelly feet.

He pulled his coat, and the bed was very narrow, Fu Kun and him were not small, and they were basically crowded together, but they were still cold.

"Is it cold?" Fu Kun asked him in a low voice.

"Um."

“Cover it?”

"It smells bad, it won't smell bad if you don't take a bath for ten days." Fu Yijie was a little depressed. He found that Fu Kun was more cold than him. At this moment, Fu Kun was not covered with a quilt when he was with him, but Fu Kun's hands were warm.

Fu Kun laughed in his voice, pulled the little smelly quilt to cover the two of them, then turned over and stuck it to him: "Cover the legs."

Fu Yijie didn't say anything, but turned over, and put his back on Fu Kun's chest. He didn't think it before, but now he felt that although Fu Kun only took one day or two nights to buy the goods, he was really suffering.

I originally thought that the two of them would definitely be very happy to buy goods together and squeeze into the bunks together. Now that I am in such a state, I feel uncomfortable.

After he followed Fu Kun to buy the goods for a day, this feeling became deeper.

At six o'clock in the morning, the car arrived and everyone was still sleeping. The owner of the wholesale market opened the door at 8:30. They stayed in the car until 8:00 and got off. Fu Kun led him to wash his face in the toilet at the bus station, and took a few bites at the breakfast stall on the street, then carried a large woven bag and a small luggage trailer into the wholesale market.

He followed Fu Kun and several wholesale markets back and forth, ran upstairs and downstairs, looked at the goods, compared, selected, and threw them into a bag and dragged them in a car. It was like escaping, and he didn't even have time to eat lunch.

By the afternoon, all the goods were in, Fu Yijie felt that his feet were no longer him.

Dinner was done by a small restaurant next to the station. Many people in the store simply asked for a rice bowl.

Fu Yijie ate two servings of braised pork rice in one go, and even wrapped the portion that Fu Kun had not finished eating.

When he was rushing back in the evening, he was no longer so particular, so he pulled the stinky quilt and covered his body directly.

"Don't you think it's smelly?" Fu Kun looked at the purchase form and asked.

"Brother," Fu Yijie sighed, "You have worked so hard."

"What's this?" Fu Kun smiled, "I really don't feel it's hard, especially when counting money, I have to do anything early. I have to start doing it two years earlier. Money is easier to make than it is now."

Fu Yijie remained silent and didn't say anything again.

"What's wrong? Are you tired?" Fu Kun asked after collecting the purchase order.

"No," Fu Yijie turned his head and looked out the window, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"I haven't taken notes and can't remember them all, what sentence do you mean?"

"I said I would protect you," Fu Yijie said, suddenly feeling a little stupid, "Remember?"

"Remember it." Fu Kun smiled.

"I will let you enjoy your happiness in the future, and you won't have to work so hard."

"Well, I'll wait. Then my family will count the money for you every day."

After the Chinese New Year, Fu Kun started to be busy every day again. Although he still had no real store, after Wanfu moved to Datong, the daily passenger flow has indeed increased a lot.

He is less men's clothing, and Fu Kun's goods are more distinctive. He pays great attention to popular things. He takes action as soon as many popular elements appear. In addition, he has always kept his goods level slightly higher than others' low-end level, and the price is not much different. The income is already impossible to compare when setting up stalls in the past.

Cheng Qingqing had already quit her job and tried her best to pounce on her stall. She was still making clothes for the little girl and downstairs of Fu Kun. Now she thought that Fu Kun had no time to chat. Usually, Xiao Chengcheng went to her place to have dinner with her after school, and then ran up to find Fu Kun to stay.

Fu Yijie is still the same as before, and he will deliver food every day at noon and evening, and will accompany Fu Kun to finish eating before leaving.

It's okay in winter. After the weather slowly warms up, the fully enclosed structure of Datong makes people feel bored. People who stay in shopping for a short time are not as good as they are, and it's a bit uncomfortable to stay here all day.

Fu Kun always had a little cough. Fu Yijie learned to make some tea such as clearing lungs and removing fire on TV, and brought it to him every day.

"If you stay in this place for a long time, your IQ will be low." Fu Yijie sighed.

"It's not so exaggerating," Fu Kun took a sip of tea and frowned. Fu Yijie didn't know what kind of tea it was. He was so bitter that he shivered. "When the money is enough tomorrow and next year, I will set up a store. Qingqing is also thinking about this and keeps paying attention to whether there is a transfer shop."

"Difficult?" Fu Yijie noticed Fu Kun's painful expression.

"No, it's delicious," Fu Kun was afraid of blowing him, so he quickly took another big sip. After holding it in for a long time, he still couldn't help it. "To be honest, it's really hard to drink, what's this thing?"

"I don't know, I'll throw all kinds of things together, so you can hold it up." Fu Yijie smiled.

"Did you taste it yourself?"

“…Don’t dare.”

In the second semester of Fu Yijie's second year of high school, Fu Kun and his parents worked together to clean up the money they had borrowed from their homes, and even paid for their parents to go out for a trip at the 11th.

He didn't tell his family how much money Fu Kun had left, nor did his parents ask.
To be continued...