: Dividing money, regardless of closeness or distance

Author: Nanfei Yike

: Dividing money, regardless of closeness or distance

Wang Ergou was talking to his wife, and they were talking about what happened next door. When he heard the sound, he hurried out.

As soon as he saw Shen Er, he immediately guessed that something good was about to happen and smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed.

Shen Er handed over a bunch of copper coins, "You made fifty baskets, one penny for two baskets, a total of 25 pence, right?"

Wang Ergou took the money and nodded hastily, "That's right!"

Weaving a few baskets easily was more than his day's wages.

Wang Ergou was happy and wanted to slap himself.

If he had known that he could really make money, he should have put down other things a few days ago and concentrated on weaving baskets.

Wang Ergou's heart is bleeding.

Shen Er didn't know what he was thinking, so after giving the money, he planned to go to the next one.

"We have to rush to the next house, so you should go ahead."

When Shen Er turned around, Wang Ergou waved and called to him, "Shen Er, if your sister Nian and I have other ways to make money in the future, don't forget to bring your brothers with you."

He still believed what Shen Er said that the family business was planned by Shen Nian.

After all, before Shen Nian got better, the second room of the Shen family had never done any business.

Shen Er smiled happily when he saw that his brother had so much confidence in Sister Nian.

"Don't worry, I won't forget you."

Wang Ergou felt relieved and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."

Shen Er walked for a while and looked at his son Zhi with satisfaction and said: "Look, there are smart people everywhere. Even a fool like Wang Ergou knows that Sister Nian is a man of great fortune, so he's here to hug me. "

Shen Kun looked proud.

My sister is the best!

Next, the father and son gave money to other people.

...Many people in the village have made money by weaving bamboo baskets.

The few are twenty or thirty articles, and the many are hundreds of articles.

Even the village chief heard the news.

"I didn't expect that the bamboo baskets that every household can weave would be sold by Shen Er's family for a good price. Shen Er is more or less lucky."

When one's luck comes, there is nothing that can stop it.

The village chief's wife shook her head, "It's just selling something new. Let's not say next year. Believe it or not, the exact same thing will appear tomorrow."

The village chief believed this, "It's good to make quick money."

For him, it is enough if the villagers can make money and survive the winter safely.

When this conversation occurred at the village chief's house, Shen Er had just paid out the wages he owed.

After finishing my work, I was surprised to feel hungry.

Facing looks of envy or regret, he led Shen Kun home.

When I got home, the meal was just right.

Old Mrs. Gao was worried about paying for the second house, so it was rare that she didn't do anything difficult at the dinner table.

After eating quietly, Shen Er handed over 300 Wen.

When Mr. Gao saw that it was just such a small amount of money, his face immediately turned dark and he said, "Why is this all?"

Shen Er complained, "It costs money to hire someone. The things we sell are almost out of stock. You can't buy them anywhere, so we can only sell them at a reduced price. No matter how much we sell, we can't stand the bargain price."

Old Mr. Gao didn't think they could make much money at all, so he snorted coldly and said: "After working hard for a long time, they can only make such a small amount of money. They are really promising."

She was very conflicted.

On the one hand, I don't want the son Wang gave birth to to be successful, on the other hand, I hope Shen Er and the others can earn more money so that the fifth son can live a better life in the academy.

Shen Er turned a blind eye to old Gao's sarcastic words. He said whatever the old lady said, as long as he knew his own affairs.

Since Shen Sanfang made the bamboo fans one by one, the money earned would definitely go to Sanfang.

The craftsmanship of the bamboo fans is complicated, and Shen San spent many days working on them without sleep, and only had fifty pieces in total.

One hand sold for 20 cents, and thirty-five were sold today, totaling 700 cents.

After Shen Er asked other people in the family for their opinions, he sent them all to the third room without any hesitation.

When Shen San learned that his bamboo fans had been sold for 700 Wen, he was very surprised, "Sold for so much?"

You must know that he worked hard for a month weaving baskets and could only earn more than 200 yuan at most.

Shen Er has always felt that he bullied his twin brother in his mother's womb, causing Shen San to be born sick, and he has always felt guilty and distressed for him.

Shen Er was particularly happy to be able to help his third brother.

He smiled and said: "The bamboo fan is a delicate job after all, and the price you sell it for must be worthy of your hard work."

By the way, he also praised Shen Nianbo, "I was able to sell so many thanks to Sister Nian's presence and her open mouth. She fooled a dozen scholars into buying a handful each. You don't know that once a scholar buys it, what will happen later?" Fans will sell better..."

Thinking of the grand occasion of the Nine Emperors Meeting, Shen Er still has some unfinished thoughts.

Shen San also listened with interest, "Sister Nian is smart, second brother is blessed."

Shen Er loved hearing this and seemed to be overjoyed. He then said, "You have two parts of this blessing. Sister Rou and Sister Jing are both filial. Your good days are yet to come."

Shen San was an open-minded person and never thought that he would not be able to live without children. Both of his daughters were his treasures.

Hearing this, he nodded in agreement and said, "Thank you for your good words from my second brother."

While talking, he spread out the bunch of money and gave three hundred and fifty coins to Shen Er.

Shen Er's expression changed, "What are you doing? You don't regard me as your brother."

"No, the second brother deserves this." Shen San said hurriedly.

"You deserve that shit!" Shen Er yelled angrily, "How can I get the money you work so hard to make and sell bamboo fans? If you still think of me as your brother, don't talk about it."

Shen Er spoke very decisively.

Shen San knew that his second brother was a stickler for his words, so when he saw that he was angry, he did not dare to persuade him any more, so he had no choice but to smile and said: "Okay, I'll accept it all."

When Shen Er heard this, his expression softened slightly, "That's right."

The Shen family is different from other families in the village. The three brothers have to help each other to get better and better.

Now it seems that the old lady's attempt to suppress them may not work.

Despite this, I still want to separate the family.

It's quite annoying to be watched for everything we do without separation.

After Shen Er left, Shen San looked at the money on the table, sat there for a while, and divided the money into two bunches.

One string is 650 coins, one string is 50 coins.

The more he kept, the less he gave to his wife.

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is this the money you get from selling bamboo fans?"

"Yeah." Shen San responded.

"I didn't expect it to actually sell." Mrs. Liu murmured.

He counted out 45 articles and said plausibly: "These should be given to mother."

Shen San was used to his wife being indistinguishable from each other, but he still felt indescribably disappointed.

He half-smiled, "You can do whatever you want."

Mrs. Liu didn't hear the problem, raised her lips happily, took the money and happily went to the main courtyard.

Shen San watched her back disappear, his eyes slightly condensed.

At this moment, Shen Jing's brain came in.

"father."

Shen San quickly calmed down his expression and said gently: "What's wrong?"

Shen Jing's expression was tangled, "Dad, I saw my mother going to the main courtyard..."

"Well, I went to pay the money." Shen San did not hide anything, "Your second uncle and the others sold the bamboo fans."

He did not say the specific amount of money.

Shen Jing's heart tightened and she asked, "Mom, how much does she want to pay?"
Chapter completed!