Through the book eighty: the group pet Fubao is busy getting rich

Chapter 55 Lying to Children Is Not a Good Habit
Tian Chengcheng showed a mouthful of small white teeth and smiled very sweetly.

She didn't expect to be so lucky.

"I'll go out and try again."

Tian Chengcheng said and ran out, and Fu Xinhan also went out, "I will go too."

"Don't go, you two, you'll be exhausted! I'll have to make these orders for a few days, don't worry." Master Wang called the two of them, walked to the desk, and dug out a set of clothes, " Hanhan, come over and try it out, the leftover fabrics are made together to make small clothes, if you don’t mind it, you can wear them.”

Tian Chengcheng unfolded.

It's a very common style, the bottom half of the trousers is a different color from the top half, it really looks like a patchwork.

What matters is the fit.

"Brother Han, thank you, Grandpa Wang."

Fu Xinhan's expression was a little stiff, his mouth was stupid, and he was not used to saying thank you.

But Fu Bao said, he hesitated for a moment, and thanked in a low voice, "Thank you, Grandpa Wang."

"It's easy to do, otherwise it's a waste, try it."

Master Wang didn't tell the three of them that his hometown was Shanqian Village, and he knew about Fu Xinhan's situation.

It's a poor child!

Fu Xinhan went to change his clothes. The gown was just right, but the trouser legs were three centimeters shorter.

Master Wang bent down and took a look, "The boy's legs are long enough. I have been a tailor for so many years, but I still missed it. Go and replace it and I will connect another piece for you."

Fu Xinhan was about to change without saying a word.

Tian Chengcheng held him back, "No need to pick it up, I think it's pretty good, cropped pants."

She thought it was pretty, and it seemed that Fu Xinhan's legs were extraordinarily long.

Even if the pair of shoes on his feet don't match, and he puts on a pair of white shoes, he is still a handsome young man.

"Crop pants?" Master Wang murmured, keeping this new word in his heart.

After resting for a while, the group went to look at the fabrics. According to Tian Chengcheng, Master Wang couldn't do it alone, so he first selected some fabrics suitable for bed sheets and quilt covers and put them on display.

Tian Chengcheng asked Tian Hengyuan to find a cardboard box with big, eye-catching characters written on it.

Unified processing price: all [-] cents per foot.

Wumao is very big.

After finishing, Tian Chengcheng, Tian Hengyuan and Fu Xinhan pulled up a long bench, put the fabrics on and started selling them.

In the words of Tian Chengcheng: try it.

Tian Hengyuan had never done such a thing before, his face was flushed with embarrassment, and he wanted to pull a piece of cloth to cover his face.

Fu Xinhan is not good at dealing with people, and he is a bit embarrassing.

Tian Chengcheng, on the other hand, shouted in a soft and soft voice, "Don't miss it when you pass by, you can't get a loss if you can't buy it for fifty cents, and you can't be fooled if you buy it. Lost time will not come again."

"..." Tian Hengyuan.

"..." Fu Xinhan.

"..." Master Wang standing in the door.

The three of them stared blankly at Tian Chengcheng, where did the kid learn this skill of selling, one set after another.

Not to mention, after she yelled, people soon surrounded her.

"Little girl, how much is this cloth per foot?" An aunt in her 30s flipped through the cloth and asked in disbelief.

Tian Chengcheng immediately called Aunt obediently, praised her first, and then introduced: "Auntie, it costs fifty cents a foot, but these fabrics are a little bit damaged, you can see that the color here is almost the same as other places, and this print is a little missing , that’s why it’s so cheap.”

"Can you make it cheaper? They are all broken." The aunt opened her mouth and began to lower the price.

Tian Chengcheng looked at her aggrievedly, "Auntie, this kind of fabric sells for one yuan and one foot, and fifty cents is already a loss. Except for some defects, this fabric is the same, and the pure cotton is comfortable to use."

"I'll buy more, so it's one yuan and three feet." The aunt said.

"Auntie, no, we still owe the money to buy these cloths on credit, and we have to sell the money later and have to change it to someone else. We don't know if we can make money, and we don't ask for more, just thinking that we can have a good meal. People in our village have been eating the bark for months."

As Tian Chengcheng spoke, her eyes turned red.

The aunt is used to lowering the price, and she was embarrassed when she saw that she made everyone cry.

"Okay, little girl, don't cry, I won't bargain with you, these three pieces of fabric, give me six feet."

Six feet is two meters, and the width is 1.5 meters, which is the fabric of a bed sheet. It costs three yuan a bed sheet, which is really cheap.

When the aunt paid the money, she said it was expensive, but she was very happy when she got the fabric.

Someone started, and soon many people gathered around.

Tian Chengcheng is in charge of selling and collecting money, Tian Hengyuan settles the accounts, and by the way, Fu Xinhan measures the cloth together.

Gradually, there were more and more people, and there were repeat customers. Even Master Wang had to come out to help, and he collected a lot of money. He also found an old school bag for Tian Hengyuan, and asked him to put all the money in it.

Now Tian Hengyuan didn't care about being shy anymore, he didn't need to calculate at all, he calculated the small accounts clearly.

Fu Xinhan helped, while listening attentively to Tian Hengyuan's chanting: "Five six thirty, five seven thirty five, five eight forty..."

He kept it in his mind by the way.

Many people needed change after taking Da Tuan, and he also memorized the part that needed change.

Later, Tian Hengyuan was too busy, so he directly answered how much it was instead.

Tian Chengcheng was dumbfounded.

It is worthy of being the strongest "cannon fodder!", and the memory is amazing.

Obediently, she must hug this thigh!

In less than two hours, the fabrics that were moved out were sold out.

Master Wang was shocked from ear to ear.

He has been hanging out on this street since he was young, and he never knew that there are so many people living on this street!

They are scrambling to grab the fabric, as if they don't want money, for fear that they won't be able to take advantage of it.

Once made him doubt life.

"Go in and drink some water, I haven't been this busy for many years." Master Wang said, and entered the shop first.

Tian Chengcheng was also surprised.

She really wanted to try and see if she could sell it.

Didn't expect it to be sold out.

She had an illusion: Did she really travel through the famine years when people starved to death by eating bark?

Why are the consumption levels of these people completely different from what they imagined?
"Uncle, these people are very rich, why can't the people in our village have enough to eat?"

Tian Chengcheng blinked her big clear eyes, and asked the doubts in her heart.

Looking at Tian Chengcheng's ignorant and innocent little face, Tian Hengyuan suddenly felt that this question was very heavy.

"Some people rely on the sky for their food, and some people rely on their work for a living. The villages near Niuti Mountain all depend on the sky for their food. This year's bad situation can be regarded as a test of God. The more the better."

After careful consideration, Tian Hengyuan didn't want his children to experience the hardships of life.

He wants them to see hope.

"really?"

Tian Chengcheng thought that Tian Hengyuan was really kind.

But lying to children is not a good habit!
Tian Hengyuan is not good at lying, his eyes flicker, but he still bites the bullet, "Of course it is true, come and see how much it sold for."

As he said, he dumped all the money in the bag on the table. There were dime notes, lump notes, steel coins, and Da Tuan. The bulging pile looked like a hill.

(End of this chapter)