Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

Chapter 61 The Illiterate Can Write

After lunch, Wang Zhaoyang and Lao Hu went to work together. Ling Yue sat at Zhaodi's place for a while. Zhaodi was bored, so she called Peng Zhijun's lover Li Yulan, and the four of them played an upgrade all afternoon.

Ling Yue didn't know how to play other cards, but she still knew how to level up and fight the landlord.

The four women sit together and don't spend any money, it's just to pass the time.

When it was five o'clock, they went home and cooked without mentioning it.

Before Ling Yue's fried dishes were served, Wang Zhaoyang came back from get off work.

At the dinner table, Wang Zhaoyang didn't open his mouth, and Ling Yue didn't speak, but occasionally picked up a chopstick dish for Tongtong.

The atmosphere was oppressive and dull, with an indescribable eerieness about it.

Wang Zhaoyang couldn't bear this atmosphere, and took the initiative to ask for peace: "Xiaoyue, my mother will never come again. Can you stop fighting with me, I can't stand it."

Ling Yue glanced at him, "Eat, I don't want to talk."

Now no matter who mentions Zhu Lamei, Ling Yue will be furious.She is not an unreasonable person, so she simply concentrates on eating.

After a moment of silence, Wang Zhaoyang asked again: "By the way, Tongtong will start school tomorrow, should you send it off or should I?"

Tongtong's study is a big deal, Ling Yue no longer has a straight face, and said: "I'll go, you will give me all the materials you did in your hometown."

Wang Zhaoyang took two bites of rice, found out the stack of documents and put them in front of Ling Yue: "It's all here."

"it is good."

Ling Yue took the materials and put them in Tongtong's schoolbag.

After dinner, Ling Yue went to find Zhaodi first, explaining that she would take Tongtong to sign up tomorrow, and asked her and Pandi to open the door, and Zhaodi agreed without saying a word.

After leaving Zhaodi's house, go to Master Liu.

He had let himself go there yesterday, but when something happened yesterday, Ling Yue forgot about it.

After looking at the wooden door of Master Liu's house, Ling Yue finally understood what the so-called "Paimen" was.

As expected, as Ji Zhongqiu said, separate wooden boards are installed in the door frame, which is convenient for loading and unloading. Each board is not heavy, and even a seven or eight-year-old child can easily open it.

"Okay, Master Liu, I'll come to you after discussing with the landlord first, and do you know where I can find a mason?"

"What do you want a bricklayer for?"

"I want to repaint the walls in the store and make a hole in the wall."

Every other mountain.

Ling Yue doesn't know much about decoration, and she speaks in general terms, often relying on gestures and guesses.

"I know. If you trust me, I can introduce you to someone. How many people do you need?"

Ling Yue shook her head: "I just want to paint the walls of the two facades again, and make a hole in the partition wall, you can do it as you see."

"I see, you don't have to worry about the workers, go and prepare the materials."

Ling Yue only knew that the materials were nothing more than cement, lime, sand and the like, but she was completely confused about how much it would cost and where to buy it.

Seeing her laughing awkwardly twice, Master Liu guessed it immediately.

"Well, I'll bring someone over tomorrow, and you can prepare as much as he wants you to prepare."

"That's daring."

If they can contract labor and materials, Ling Yueju will never get involved, as long as they can meet their own requirements.

But now there is no contract labor and materials for decoration, the owner buys the materials himself, and the workers start work again.

Coming out of Master Liu, as soon as they entered the family home, they saw Huang Guixiang and Ji Xiaonian unloading goods on a walking tractor.

The Zaosu pear has been withdrawn from the market, and the seamless connection is the local yellow pear and fragrant grape in Qingpu City.

In order to earn more money, Huang Guixiang went directly to the orchard to pick it.

"Xiaoyue, are you back?"

Seeing her coming back, Huang Guixiang asked.

Ling Yue nodded: "Yes, Sister Huang, it seems that your business is quite good."

Huang Guixiang brought some pears from the car to her: "Try this pear and see if it tastes good. This is the variety I chose after eating several orchards."

Ling Yue looked at her in astonishment: "You go directly to the orchard to pick?"

"That's right, the local big pears in Qingpu City, I still go to Erdao dealers to buy some goods, but I am tired."

"That's right, do you want help?"

"No need, no need, it's not much at all." Huang Guixiang quickly refused, and said, "By the way, Xiaoyue, I just bought the goods today, and I'll give you your 50 yuan two days later."

Seeing her self-motivated, Ling Yue pursed her lips and smiled: "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

After all the pears were unloaded from the tractor, the tractor chugs away. Huang Guixiang paid for the goods and packed the pears non-stop to set up a stall in the night market.

Upstairs, Tongtong was taking a bath on the balcony, while Wang Zhaoyang was sitting at the table writing and drawing.

Ling Yue took out a notebook and a pencil from her bag, sat at the dining table and began to draw.

"Xiaoyue, what are you drawing?"

Ling Yue sighed faintly, and kept her hands on: "Although life is a mess, things in the store will continue."

You can't stop your business just because you had a fight with Zhu Lamei.

Ling Yue is not that stupid.

The display stand was done, and the walls of the store had to be painted white.

I need to install a few more lights, especially in the fitting room, where the light is not good in the corner, and after the fitting room is installed, the corner will become even darker, so a light must be installed in this position.

The wall still needs to be opened, but is it just wrapped with wood or just painted white?

Is the window made in Chinese style or in Western style?
The top of the ceiling should also be nailed.

All in all, there are too many places to spend money, and this will be a big expense.

I just don’t know how much money I can spend to purchase next time.

Thinking of this, she simply took out yesterday's turnover and counted it again, and was pleasantly surprised to find that her yesterday's turnover exceeded [-] again, obviously not as good as the first day's sales.

Although there is not much money, Ling Yue is very satisfied.

And she is very confident that if she officially opens her business, her turnover will be even higher.

Her goods were bought cheaply, but sold at high prices.

Take jeans as an example, the purchase price is 19 yuan, and the sale price is 66 yuan, a net profit of 47 yuan.

The purchase price of a bat shirt is 13 yuan, and the sale price is [-] yuan. The profit is [-] yuan.

Almost all sell one and earn more than two.

She really underestimated the people in Qingpu City, there are quite a few rich people.

Ling Yue was so immersed in her own world that she didn't even notice when Wang Zhaoyang came over to look at her paintings.

When she wrote "8 meters long and 4 meters wide" on the paper, Wang Zhaoyang cried out as if seeing a ghost: "Xiaoyue, aren't you illiterate? When will you know how to write? written so beautifully?"

Ling Yue's handwriting is beautiful and neat, the fonts are straight and interlaced, the thickness of the lines changes obviously, and there are ups and downs.

If he didn't know that she was illiterate, it would be hard for Wang Zhaoyang to imagine that it was written by an "illiterate" just by looking at the word.

Ling Yue was frightened into a cold sweat by his cry.

(End of this chapter)