: One thousand and forty-nine made money

: One thousand and forty-nine made money

Huang Mengdi didn't sit at Shen's house for a long time. When her stomach was better, she said goodbye and went home. If she didn't go home, her mother was afraid that she would scold people again. The scolding, Shen Jiaxing shook his head helplessly.

Shen Han wiped her arm, and said with disgust, "This aunt is really uneducated, sister, isn't the older sister Huang picked up from the trash can?"

"My dear, but Aunt Huang prioritizes sons over daughters, sons are treasures, daughters are grass, and she has never treated her daughter well since she was a child." Shen Jiao sneered.

"Just a son like Huang Baogen is still a treasure. Is this family blind or their brains are flooded? Obviously the daughter is much stronger than the son!" Shen Han just felt incredible.

Shen Jia couldn't bear it anymore, and shook her head proudly: "No matter how strong your daughter is, she will belong to someone else sooner or later, but her son is going to inherit the lineage, so of course he has to be a treasure."

These are what Zhang Yumei often talks about. Speaking of which, Zhang Yumei and Aunt Huang have similar virtues, and they are both eccentrics who treat their sons as treasures and daughters, but Zhang Yumei is a bit better, at least Shen Jiao is not her own. Huang Mengdi is the daughter of Aunt Huang.

Shen Jiao became angry when she heard these words, glared at Shen Jia fiercely, and sneered: "Just a waste son like you, what kind of sect will you pass on? If you can't support yourself, what can you use to support your wife and children? Go to work for me, or you won't be allowed to eat."

Shen Jia patted her mouth angrily, and couldn't help it every time, she knew that Shen Jiao was a tigress, but she still wanted to provoke her, alas!

The next day, Shen Jia, at the urging of Shen Han and Han Qiwei, got up at dawn and was ready to set up the stall with sleepy eyes. Shen Jia looked up at the sky and felt distressed. She was tortured in the Shen family for a week. The waist is thin and the chin is sharp, I am afraid that I will become a little sister Lin in the future!

When will Mom and Dad come to pick him up?

Zhang Yumei was so worried about her son that she couldn't help but want to come to Shen's house several times, but Shen Sizhi stopped her. She couldn't bear it any longer, and kicked Shen Sizhi to wake up.

"Little Treasure is going to the booth today, let's go have a look. I haven't seen Xiao Bao for a week, and I'm so empty in my heart."

Shen Sizhi was a little impatient: "How do you know that Xiaobao is going to the stall today?"

"I asked Xiao Lu, a neighbor of the old man's house, and said that they are selling pancakes at the entrance of the FD Attached Middle School. I don't know how Xiaobao is doing? Are you full?" Zhang Yumei Pushing hard to wake up the contemplative, talking non-stop.

Shen Shen disapproved and said angrily, "How could our father's food be poor? I didn't see how smooth and smooth Shen Jiao's two sons were, they all ate it."

After all, he was thinking about his son after all, so he followed Zhang Yumei out the door and rode toward the FD High School.

It was already dawn, and at the entrance of the FD Attached Middle School, many old men and women came out to exercise, or went out to buy vegetables. They all came over curiously when they saw the pancake stall of the three of them.

The banner of the pancake stand was written by Shen Jiao, with four large characters for multigrain pancakes, handsome and powerful, fluttering in the wind.

"This is a good character, with some skill, young man, did you write this character?"

Someone asked Shen Jia and the others. They were all spirited old men and women. Shen Jia was a little nervous and didn't know what to say. My sister is proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Her paintings are outstanding. Would you like a pancake, sir? Add eggs and fried dough sticks, but don't add a cent. This sauce is also made by my sister. It's better than this word. , keep you in the back of your mind after eating it."

Shen Han is worthy of being a descendant of the Shen family. He was born to do business, yo, and the old people became interested because of his teasing. The two cents of cakes are not expensive, and there is no harm in trying them.

"Then let's have one with eggs and fried dough sticks."

"Okay, wait a moment, you have to do it right away, Shen Jia, hurry up, why are you still standing there?"

Han Qiwei also regained his energy, and repeatedly urged Shen Jia, who was stunned, to spread the cake. Shen Jia regained his senses and hurriedly scooped the noodles. He was probably too nervous. one.

"Don't take offense, uncle, my brother is too nervous, just wait a while, the second copy can be kept."

Shen Han kicked Shen Jia fiercely, almost making this guy mad. He dropped the chain at a critical moment. The uncle was very patient. He smiled at the three boys in front of him, and waved his hand to tell them to take it slow.

Perhaps the uncle's smile has the magic power to soothe people's hearts. Shen Jia gradually calmed down. The second cake was perfectly baked, golden and crispy, with green onion on top. Shen Jia looked a little foggy in his eyes. This was his first cake. A pancake can be regarded as spread out.

Han Qiwei cleverly wrapped the pancake in mulberry paper and handed it to the uncle: "Uncle, try it, I'm sorry just now, we invite you to eat this cake, and buy it later."

Shen Jia's heart throbbed with pain, these prodigal sons, the cakes that he had worked so hard to spread out, he said he would send them away, and he still had to pay some money!

Shen Han kicked over again to stop Shen Jia from speaking. This idiot didn't even understand marketing strategies. Fortunately, he followed.

The uncle took a bite of the pancake and chewed it slowly with a smile on his lips. He took out two cents from the bag, handed it to Shen Han, and said with a smile, "It tastes good."

After speaking, he ate the pancake and left, Shen Han stared blankly at the two cents in his hand, happily kissed the money, and cherished the money into the money boxChong Shen Jia and Han Qiwei made a gesture of victory.

With the first, there is the second. Shen Han and their business are gradually busy, and Shen Jia's movements have become more and more skilled from the beginning, and they can spread one in more than a minute. Han Qiwei and Shen Han One collects the money, the other holds the cake, and cooperates tacitly.

Shen Sizhi and Zhang Yumei hid behind the pillars, peeping at Shen Han's stall. As soon as Zhang Yumei saw her son's skillful pancake spread, her tears couldn't stop flowing.

"Xiaobao is thin and dark, I knew that Shen Jiao, that dead girl, would abuse Xiaobao, my poor little treasure!"

Shen Sizhi glared at her impatiently: "What are you talking about? It's just that you've lost some weight. I look good. Xiaobao looks much better than before."

Looking at his son's busy figure, the feeling of contemplation is very subtle. He is more rational than Zhang Yumei. He knows that Shen Jia is on the right track.

There were fewer and fewer people at the door. Shen Han took out the money from the money box and counted it, and immediately became overjoyed. It was twelve yuan and eighty cents. Excluding the cost of batter and egg fritters, he could earn at least five yuan. It was only one morning. And it's still too slow.

Shen Han glanced at the nearly empty noodle bucket, grabbed two pancakes and yelled at Shen Jia: "Hurry up and spread these out, go back and make another bucket, and spread it again after school in the afternoon, so you can earn ten yuan a day."

After speaking, Shen Han dragged Han Qixiu to the school while nibbling pancakes. If he didn't go, he would be late. Shen Jia was stunned for a while, then looked at the money box with trembling hands, counted the pile of cash again, and burst into tears. It flowed out loudly.

Now that he has made money, he, Shen Jia, can also make money, and he still earns a lot. Now he has some money!