Time Traveling Book: True Daughter Has the Fighting Xixi System

Chapter 71 Zhang Ling
Jiang Yuan set up a stall in another place the next day, this time still selling mother's shoes.

But they met an unexpected person.

Zhang Ling was wearing a half-worn padded jacket, with a big belly and a bag of vegetables in her hand, squatting in front of the booth to pick out shoes with difficulty.

Because of her pregnancy, she looked fat. Jiang Yuan didn't even recognize her. He only remembered her after Jiang Sheng reminded her.

And Zhang Ling obviously recognized them. After picking out the shoes, she looked at Jiang Yuan, "We are all acquaintances, and I am a pregnant woman. Let me take less, and I will take 20 yuan."

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "It's the lowest price. The purchase price of these shoes is 26. If you sell them for 27, you have to deduct the shipping fee from Kyoto. After all, I earn [-] cents from a pair. You have worked in a supply and marketing cooperative, so you should know the market. "

"You only earn 20 cents for a pair of shoes. Who can believe it? It's only 20 cents. I bought it for [-] cents!" Zhang Ling held up the shoes with a look of disgust on her face. "Besides, your shoes are not that good. I guess you don't know where you got them." It’s a defective product.”

When other people saw her bargaining, they also started yelling, "Oh, there are so many of us buying together, it's only 20. I'll bring you people when you get home. I have a lot of relatives!"

"Yeah, you just make less, small profits but quick sales!"

Jiang Sheng looked worried, he opened his mouth and wanted to turn back, but was held down by Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan took the shoes back from Zhang Ling's hand with a smile, and pointed to the button position, "Sorry, I just recognized these shoes. An aunt in the village asked me to keep them for her. I guess I accidentally gave them to you. Mixed in, these shoes cost 28 yuan, which is different from other shoes."

Others looked at it one after another, and saw that the button was a small red flower, which was indeed different from the pure black buttons of other shoes.

"Oh! I just found out that the button is a little red flower!"

"Little girl, do you still have these little red flowers? I want this kind with little red flowers!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I also want this kind with little red flowers!"

Jiang Yuan looked embarrassed while holding the shoes, "The purchase price is a dollar more expensive, so we won't get much..."

"If it's more expensive, it's more expensive. I want this. Little girl, take it out and let us choose!" A round-faced aunt said loudly. There is no reason why people in the village are willing to give up that piece, but they in the city can't.

Now that the country allows self-employed people, those who can come to see the shoes are not short of money, and they all insist on the kind of shoes with the little red flower in Jiang Yuan's hand.

Jiang Yuan gave Jiang Sheng a wink, and Jiang Sheng understood immediately, "Since all the aunts like to have little red flowers, I'll ask my sister to get them for everyone to choose."

"Okay! Hurry up! I want two pairs, one pair of 37, one pair of 38, one pair for me and one pair for my daughter." The round-faced aunt raised the bag in her hand.

Jiang Yuan responded, turned around and left, and came over a while later carrying a huge baggage.

The aunts rushed forward, each looking for the size they wanted.

Zhang Ling's face turned red and white, and she wanted to leave immediately, but she really wanted a pair. She had to go out every day to buy vegetables and cook, and it was too cold to wear single shoes. Itchy and painful, I couldn't sleep well at all.

But just a pair of shoes with velvet like this costs 27. It’s so expensive, why don’t they grab it?
She stood aside and waited for the aunts to leave after shopping, and then slowly walked over with her waist supported.

"I've been waiting for so long, so just give me a pair for 20 yuan. I don't want the one with the little red flower, but the one with the black button."

Jiang Yuan:? ? ?
This person hasn't given up yet?
Jiang Yuan smiled, "I'm really sorry, I can't sell it."

Zhang Ling's eyes darkened and she lowered her voice, "If you hadn't refused to help my cousin, he wouldn't have stolen the money and run away, causing me to have to take care of the whole family now that I'm pregnant with a child."

"So, I don't want you to give it away, but I am willing to give you 20 yuan. I am already very generous and don't care about you."

Jiang Yuan: Huh? ? ?

Jiang Sheng: Is this woman still in her right mind?

The two sisters looked at each other and quickly wrapped the remaining shoes in plastic wrap and tied them in a tight knot.

"Well, let me give you a little suggestion. Don't even think about buying shoes with your 20 yuan. You should go to the hospital to have your brain checked." Jiang Yuan pointed to his head, and he and Jiang Sheng lifted the bag. Just run away.

This stall can no longer be set up here, so we should find another place.

Zhang Ling was so angry that she wanted to curse at their backs, but considering that she was on the street, she could only curse and leave.

When she came home and opened the door, her husband Yang Yong was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a sullen face. He and his son and daughter from his ex-wife had their legs crossed on the coffee table and read a little book. No one was willing to help her. basket inside.

Seeing her coming back, Yang Jiao, who was just twenty this year, raised her eyelids and said, "Why are you coming back now? We are all waiting for dinner."

Zhang Ling held her mouth shut. She was only 23 years old and still pregnant. Why should she be asked to do everything? The family only knew how to act as a hands-off shopkeeper, waiting for food with their mouths open.

Thinking of this, she became angrier and complained in a low voice: "If you are hungry, you can cook for yourself first."

Yang Tao is 14 years old this year, taller than Yang Yong, and as strong as a calf. Hearing what she said, he quit immediately, "My dad married you to cook. If you don't do it, what will my dad marry you for?" ?”

Zhang Ling's eyes turned red with grievance. She turned to look at Yang Yong and found that the man in his early 40s didn't say a word even if he didn't hear him. She couldn't help but throw the vegetable basket on the coffee table in front of him, "You Tell me, am I the one you married to serve your family?"

Vegetables were scattered everywhere, Yang Yong frowned impatiently, he didn't want to look for him after he divorced Song Xue, but his friend persuaded him several times, saying that he had to find someone to take care of the two children at home, so he accepted his friend's offer. Introduced, with Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling had no job, couldn't do housework well, couldn't wash her clothes, and spent money lavishly. The money he gave her every month to buy groceries wasn't enough, which made Yang Yong very angry.

"I followed a middle-aged man like you at a young age, but you didn't know how to cherish it. You even bullied me with two children. They are all in their 20s and [-]s. They don't wash clothes or make meals. What? You ask me to do it, why? I'm not here to be your nanny!" Zhang Ling pointed at the family of three and complained. She felt that she was the most wronged person in the world.

Originally tired after working in the factory all morning, she was very annoyed, but she still dared to lose her temper and throw the vegetable basket when she returned home. Yang Yong couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and slapped her on the face, making her stumble. He slumped and fell to the ground.

Seeing Zhang Ling being beaten, Yang Jiao raised the little book to cover the lower half of her face, preventing the upturned corners of her lips from being exposed.

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