Yu Xiuli took a break from making clothes and ran to take a look. There were three layers inside and three layers outside. They were tightly surrounded and completely airtight.

When Zhuo Qingfeng came back, the black pocket bag hanging around his waist was full.

Although it was a tiring day today, and I didn’t know how many times I ran back and forth from the cold storage, and how many times I changed places as if fighting guerrilla warfare, I took out the money in my pocket and covered a table full of it.

He counted again and again, tears welling up in his eyes, and then he looked down at the account he kept. Every amount of money spent had a name. "Minus the money we spent today, the total earned is..."

He deliberately let it slip.

Zhuo Ran thought about it and realized that he had gone to sell clothes with his mother and had some experience. He tried to guess, "One hundred?"

He knows that renting cold storage is expensive.

Zhuo Qingfeng shook his head.

Zhuoran shrank his neck. Did he guess too much? He had rarely become more sensitive, for fear of breaking his father's heart, "Eighty?"

The curve of the corner of Zhuo Qingfeng's mouth widened, "You have to make a bold guess."

"Dad, is it two hundred?"

"No, it's three hundred!"

"Yeah-" The whole family was shocked, even Xiaotuanzi went crazy.

Zhuo Yang, who had just returned home from school and opened the door, was stunned when Zhuo Ran rushed up and gave him a hard "biaji". He touched the saliva on his face in disgust and said in a thunderous voice, "Zhuo Ran!"

But when he heard that they had earned three hundred yuan through hard work, he didn't care to get angry and just followed their silly joy.

Although he made more money, he actually made as much money as someone else in a month in one day, but it was hard-earned money. He noticed that Zhuoran's voice was a little hoarse, "Tomorrow is the weekend, Zhuoran, you stay at home, I will call for you."

"No, no, no." Zhuo Ran was afraid that his father would not take him, so he stretched his neck and said, "I can still get popsicles when I go."

"You foodie!" Zhuo Yang shook his head, "I'm responsible for shouting, and you're responsible for eating. Is that the head office?"

The family laughed together.

Zhuo Qingfeng's business took off, and the neighbors who had previously laughed at Zhuo Qingfeng saw that Zhuo Qingfeng left early and came home late, and they were all thinking about how much money he could make every day, and whether it was worth his hard work.

But Zhuo Qingfeng kept quiet about making a fortune without showing off at all. If anyone tried to trick him, he would always just smile and say, "It's just to make a living and help support the family."

After everyone heard this, they felt more and more that what they were thinking was right. How can a business that is so precarious be compared to an iron rice bowl? Moreover, Zhuo Qingfeng here is just a popsicle seller, which is very shameful, not to mention that popsicles are only available in summer.

Only then can there be business.

But they don't know that when the situation is good, Zhuo Qingfeng can earn a month's worth of iron rice bowl in one day, which is equivalent to working only one day a month and resting at other times.

Zhuo Qingfeng's current low profile is not for the purpose of dormant forever.

When the summer passed and he made his first pot of gold, he was ready to start the business he had thought about for a long time.

As for Grandma Tu, Xiaotuanzi will come over if nothing happens, and it didn't take long for Grandma Tu to move here, a little earlier than theirs.

But she never saw her children come back once, which is quite pitiful.

Grandma Tu is a kind person and treats her well. She knows how to repay kindness. Considering that if the old man has a headache and a fever and no one takes care of her, that would be terrible.
Chapter completed!