Dress up as an eighty-year-old girl, earn money and learn to do everything

Chapter 40 Xiang Xiong's Business

Seeing a pile of finished products in the utility room, Xiang Wan was stunned, and quickly turned around and asked, "Dad, you haven't been staying up all night doing this, have you?"

"No, no, I promised you that I wouldn't stay up late, I'll get up early in the morning, and I can do eight or nine in a day."

Xiang Wan: ...

On weekends, Xiang Guan went to rent the house and put away the shampoo and shower gel, and then notified Peng Qingliang to come and receive the goods.

"You said that your father made the schoolbag? Where is it?" Peng Qingliang felt that whether Xiang Wan's father or her aunt, one has great ability and the other has fast hands, they are all capable!

"The schoolbags are all at home. I can't take them all by myself. Uncle Chen will go to my house after packing them up later."

Peng Qingliang had no objection to this, and arranged for someone to go in and count things, and then directly took out a bag from the bag and handed it to Xiang Wan: "The money is in it, you count it yourself."

A thousand bottles of shampoo cost 3000 yuan, two thousand bottles of shower gel cost 6000 yuan, and a thousand bags of washing powder cost 500 yuan, adding up to [-].

Of course Xiang Wan had to count so much money carefully, and it was the first time that he quickly counted them one by one in front of Peng Qingliang.

Uncle Chen and the others loaded the goods into the car after counting the goods. They stood in the yard and smoked two more cigarettes before Xiang Wan counted the money.

"The numbers are all right? I just took the whole amount at the bank and came here. I haven't counted it yet."

Xiang Wan smiled and nodded: "That's right, go to my house next, my dad is waiting at home."

After that, several people drove downstairs to the player, and asked Uncle Chen and others to go up to help Xiang Xiong move things. Finally, Peng Qingliang handed 200 yuan to Xiang Wan in front of Xiang Xiong.

Xiang Xiong sent Peng Qingliang off very enthusiastically, and gave him a big bag of tea before leaving.

Back home, Xiang Wan handed 200 yuan to Xiang Xiong, and said half-jokingly: "Dad, this is the hard-earned money you have earned during this period of time, you can keep it yourself, and the living expenses at home will be all in the future." I have to count on you."

Xiang Xiong laughed loudly, and stuffed the money into his daughter's hands: "Our family still owes you money, Uncle Deng, so I will keep the money and return it to them. The money I earned before and the living expenses you left are still more than 200. , is enough."

"Uncle Deng's family still has [-] to return. Let's return it together this time. Now the neighbors in the building know that you are doing schoolbag shopping. Didn't someone want you to give them a few before? When the time comes, you will be with Uncle Deng." Said it was the money you made from making schoolbags."

Xiang Xiong smiled and nodded: "I think the same way. Hurry up and pay off the debt, and our father and daughter will feel at ease. Otherwise, we will always owe money and feel unhappy."

Xiang Wan felt the same as Xiang Xiong, paying off the debts, so that he could slowly take out the money he earned for his family in the future, and there were many excuses, so that he would have enough money to turn around when he wanted to do something in the future.

Before dinner, Xiang Xiong went to Deng Zhike's house with 300 yuan and some pastries, and came back later with a pack of pig ears.

Xiang Guan couldn't help laughing: "Dad, Uncle Deng asked you to bring something back again."

"It's also a coincidence. Your Uncle Deng just bought half a catty of pig's ears with his salary, and I took them back. I'm so embarrassed."

Every time Xiang Xiong went to Deng Zhike's house with his stuff, or his neighbor Fu Cuiju's house, he would always bring something when he came back, either cooked pickles or smoked bacon, Xiang Wan was used to it.

The next day was Sunday, and Xiang Wan was still on holiday. Neither father nor daughter went out that day. Xiang Xiong was at home making autumn clothes for Xiang Wan, while Xiang Wan was sitting at home reading miscellaneous notes.

Just as he was fascinated by watching, he heard someone knocking on the door outside, Xiang Wan frowned and stood up.

"Brother Peng? Why are you here?"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Peng Qingliang who was sweating profusely, Xiang Wan was very puzzled.

Peng Qingliang was panting tiredly, went into the room and drank a big mouthful of herbal tea before saying, "Xiao Wan, is your father at home?"

Hearing the voice, Xiang Xiong hurriedly came out of the room, and seeing that it was Peng Qingliang, he smiled and asked, "Xiao Peng is here, what can I do for you?"

"Good afternoon, Uncle, I'm here to find you. Do you still remember the big bag of tea you gave me yesterday?"

"That tea, remember, what's wrong?"

How could Xiang Xiong not remember, thinking that he was able to sell so many schoolbags thanks to Peng Qingliang, so he gave him all the tea leaves from his hometown.

Peng Qingliang rested for a while and said: "I want to ask you where you bought the tea. I made two cups when I went back to entertain guests last night. As a result, people didn't like my things, but the tea leaves. No, I I'll come find you as soon as I'm free."

"Ah? Are you interested in tea?" Xiang Xiong was quite surprised, and quickly explained: "I didn't buy the tea, but someone from my hometown sent it to me. Those teas are not worth much, and there are plenty of them in the mountains in the countryside. "

Now it was Peng Qingliang's turn to be dumbfounded, and he hurriedly asked, "Then where is your hometown, uncle?"

"Xiangping Village on the other side of the Liudao River, it takes a day and a night to drive back from Beishi. It's not far, but it's not close. The tea was brought to me by the villagers before my accident, and I haven't had time to drink it. , every year they bring me some."

Peng Qingliang had never been to Xiang Xiong's hometown, so it sounded very strange to him. Peng Qingliang planned to go there himself, glanced at Xiang Wan, and said to Xiang Xiong: "Uncle, the customer who wants to buy tea is very important to me. It is related to whether I can go further in the future, so..."

"So you want to collect it in the village?" Xiang Wan asked proactively.

Peng Qingliang nodded and shook his head again, and then said: "I want to ask my uncle to take me there. I don't know the route, and Uncle Chen and the others have never been there. Of course, don't worry, uncle, the price I give is very fair. You can ask Xiao Wan, I will charge according to the market price, and I promise not to treat the villagers badly."

"The price doesn't matter. Those tea trees grow in the mountains, and no one has taken care of them. Even if they don't pay, no one said anything. It's just that I went with you and no one cooked for my daughter."

Xiang Xiong's mind is full of what to do with his daughter, and what to do with her daughter who is hungry.

"It's okay, Dad. I can eat at school or at Aunt Fu's house these days. If you want to go, go with Brother Peng. I can take care of myself."

Then Xiang Xiong nodded: "Okay, tell me a time, and I'll go with you. During this time, you have helped our family a lot, and you have taken good care of my daughter. I thank you from the bottom of my heart."

Peng Qingliang smiled and waved his hands: "Xiaowan has also helped me a lot. I am very happy that my uncle promised me. Don't worry, uncle, I will never treat you and the people in the village badly. I have to arrange some things tomorrow. Let's set off early the morning after tomorrow, you What do you think?"

Xiang Xiong had no objection to this, he went early and returned early, nodded and agreed.

(End of this chapter)