"Get ready, hurry up! Hurry up, your tuition fee is settled!"

"Shenzhen recruits workers from our vocational school to the town. It's at least one or two thousand a month. Even those who are over 16 years old need to be a summer vacation worker. I will sign up for a walk tomorrow morning and the travel expenses are all included!"

Chengcai looked back and saw that he was wearing only shorts and dark skin. Eryang, who was wearing only shorts, had beads of sweat on his forehead, ran over quickly, bringing a small stream of dust.

The weather was so hot that Chengcai sat on a low stool spliced ​​with wooden boards at the door of his house to hide from the sun.

After hearing Eryang's words, he pondered for a moment, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "I won't go. My sister is too young to be careless. You guys go."

"Then why do you do it..." Eryang suddenly became anxious and looked at Chengcai with a look of regret. He said, "I tell you that the fare for the same piece of car will be reimbursed tomorrow, and it will be gone after that! It is rare to go again!"

Chengcai lowered his head: "My uncle in the town arranged a job selling popsicles for me, and he could earn tuition fees..."

"Don't be stupid. Nowadays, even my family has a refrigerator, and I can sell popsicles by myself. Whoever sells popsicles idles is idle to buy them? How can you earn more than 1,000 tuition fees?!"

Eryang almost roared, and the head of the mature man sitting on the stool was buzzing.

"As long as you are diligent, you can always have some business. It's hard to say that those who have refrigerators don't have enough popsicles at home..." Rather than saying that Chengcai is telling Eryang, it's better to say that he is convinced.

"Haha!" Eryang sneered, "You know how naive you think, your sister... OK, in short, you have to try your best to finish high school. Don't go to a useless vocational high school like us. If you want to work, you have to wait for someone to choose!"

"Oh..." Eryang sighed long, inserted his hands into his shorts pockets, and walked quickly. There was someone else in front of him who had to shout.

"Hey, Brother Eryang?" Cheng Xuefen jumped out of the room and shouted as he looked at Eryang's back.

Eryang didn't know if he heard it, but he didn't look back anyway, Chengcai nodded and said nothing.

Cheng Xuefen didn't care either. She was just a child who had just graduated from elementary school and went to play with her after a while.

When the sun was at its peak, Chengcai retracted his scattered gaze and stood up and went back to the house.

The blue brick flat wall without ceramic tiles is mottled, the windowsill is small and covered with dust. The finished ingredient passes through the hall with light and dark light, smelling the smell of Chinese herbal medicine that has become more and more familiar recently, and walks straight to the kitchen.

I skillfully set up a large iron pot, put a little oil, and poured out the half-cooked rice that I specially cooked last night from the old open-flame pressure cooker. Without adding any other dishes, the big spatula rolled up and down in the hands of the ingredient, and the rice grains quickly became oily.

A few minutes later, Chengcai took the iron pot off the stove, changed into the medicinal casserole, and shouted: "Xuefen, eat."

The rice in the pot was divided into one, two, two, three bowls, no more or less, and the casserole on the stove gradually began to breathe out.

Cheng Xuefen responded, picked up the bowl and said, "I'll go and ask mom to get up and have dinner."

"I'll send it to my mother later." Chengcai touched Cheng Xuefen's head.

Although it was just a bowl of crispy fried rice that didn't taste much, Cheng Xuefen ate very deliciously, and the chopsticks were squished. The bowl was empty after a few strokes. Cheng Xuefen took a few bites and was blinking.

Chengcai put the bowl on the stove, took the remaining bowl of steaming fried rice and walked through the stove, turned down, and went to the place that was obviously a bedroom.

The middle-aged woman sat up from the bed with a grey face, with a sad face and said weakly: "Caiyazi, have you cooked the medicine? Just put this rice there, I'll go over and eat it myself!"

"The pot of medicine is on the heat." Chengcai handed the bowl to his mother, "Uncle Daqian said that you should move less before you finish these two medicines."

"I have taken these medicines, but my waist is not good, alas..."

"These two medicines can be taken down. Then, it will be almost the same as before when you change the order, and it won't be that serious."

"I just fell down, why did I break my waist..."

"well……"

Chengcai mother has the unique nagging of poor rural women and the sad and despair of fate. She listens to these words every day and Chengcai mother says them every day.

But Chengcai never talks about it. Even if he is his neighbor Eryang, who grew up, he never mentions his mother, for fear that any sentence is incorrect and stimulates her.

"I'll go to the town to find my uncle. I have a ready-made foam refrigerator and go wholesale popsicles to sell." Chengcai waited for a while before saying.

"That's fine. Eryang and the others said they all wanted to work in Shenzhen. It would be a big deal for you to go out to sell some popsicles. If you go to the town, you will call your father and ask him to send some money back..." Cheng Cai's mother explained.

"I know, my dad said last time that he sent the money back in the past two months. It is probably hard to say that the foreman is from." Chengcai called and asked when he went to the town last time.

"Foreman foreman! Your father is so honest and always bullied outside. I heard from his third sister-in-law that there are already 123 days for temporary workers now, so your father can only get ninety. Look, there are 30 less than this day, and there are still work every day..."

"Oh..." As he said that, Chengcai's mother sighed again, and Chengcai shut up.

"You can bring Xuefen with you later." Chengcai's mother said again before walking out of the room.

Chengcai shook his head and said, "It's so hot, Xuefen is afraid she can't keep it."

I thought to myself that Uncle Daqian said that his mother should be bedridden more and that his sister could pour water at home.

...

Under the hot sun at noon, Chengcai went to the town. He saw Eryang and the others from afar, but he didn't go over to speak.

I took the foam refrigerator from my uncle. I took him to the cold storage and wholesale, so I didn't care much about him. My uncle was also very busy, and I was looking for food in the mountains, and no one was particularly happy.

In the cold storage, the wholesale of the materials, all the capital she brought with her was replaced with popsicles. She thought that in her mind, less than a hundred popsicles could be sold out soon in such a big town.

You can quickly exchange foot strength for meager profits to get more principal to exchange for more popsicles and more money, and the result is simple and visible.

It was already noon when I walked away from the town with popsicles on my back, and when the sun sets from the top of the mountain, there were still sixteen popsicles left and they were not sold out. Most of them were the ones that were purchased for 1 yuan, 2 yuan.

Looking at the dark sky, Chengcai was squeezing the remaining popsicles into his mouth while walking, and he ran up while stuffing them. The uneven mud road raised low dust.

I ate fourteen in a row, and kept the remaining two of them 1.2 pieces and took them home.

"I just walked into the village and only two were left but not sold out. Xuefen, you should eat it. Mom can't eat it cold." When he said this, Chengcai felt air conditioning in his stomach, so Chengcai was nauseous about eating popsicles later.

On the way back, Chengcai calculated today's profits, and minus the total loss of sixteen kids, earned a total of 9.6 cents...

Days have passed day by day, and when the next day, they always think of ways to sell popsicles.

After all, he was a scholar who was about to go to the third year of high school. On his first reckless night, while his stomach was rolling and his battle with mosquitoes, he had decided to return his principal and could not sell it. He knew that he would rather sell it less than he would not throw it into his hands. There was no refrigerator at home and it could not be stored at all.

There is a word I saw in the book called "the cost of making mistakes". Chengcai knew very clearly that he had no such cost at all.

After that, the amount of popsicles that are purchased at 1 yuan 2 yuan will be basically considered for the finished ingredient of 8 pieces, and the maximum price is 25 yuan.

Chengcai thought of something that was not a solution. In the town, the convenience store would sell 50 cents for purchases of 25 cents, and he would sell 40 cents. In addition, there were no people in the whole town who were carrying boxes and shouting everywhere to sell popsicles, so they would not lose their hands.

The next day I made 27 yuan and 20 cents, half of the popsicles less than the first day, and the conservative profit afterwards was around 30 yuan a day.

The exposed skin is getting darker and darker. I don’t know if it’s because I’m used to this kind of sun or the farmers’ skin is not that delicate, and the grown-ups have never been exposed to the skin…

"Can you sell me one for 30 cents?"

As he was walking, a little kid came after him. Chengcai recognized him as a child who had just passed by that family.

Seeing that the talent was successful, the little kid thought for a while and added: "You will leave here tomorrow. I will buy another one and give you the money."

Chengcai pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded: "Okay."

As he said that, he took out a purchase price of 30 cents from the foam refrigerator and handed it to the little kid, took the three tickets from the little kid and left.

It’s not that he is so kind-hearted that his family is in this situation now. He really has no time to be kind-hearted, but he just sold out the purchase price of 25 cents.

"Hey, 50 cents, then I'll see if the money is enough tomorrow!" The little kid left happily.

Chengcai didn't really think about this, and even changed places the next day. He had cut leeks since he was a child. The president who had left the crumbs, and the one who had finished cutting had to wait for the next year.

After more than ten days, Chengcai walked on this path again, and this time he followed Cheng Xuefen.

Chengcai's mother's waist injury was probably resting well, which was better than Uncle Daqian expected. She changed the order and issued a new doctor's advice, saying that she would go to the ground more, but she could not work.

Chengcai's mother is not a child, and she still listens to the doctor's words, especially because she feels it has improved and will not work on her own. Chengcai is afraid that Cheng Xuefen would not pay much attention, so she bumped into him again, so she just took him with her. Cheng Xuefen also wanted to come out to play with her.

But when I met the little kid again, I followed the adults.

"My kid always thinks that you gave him a popsicle of 50 cents and said it was delicious. You see, why don't you sell me all the popsicle of 50 cents?"

Of course Chengcai said it was OK. He had encountered such things. For example, selling 25 cents to 4 cents is 1 cent cheaper than selling 4 cents, and some people would ask for more.

"By the way, my child still owed you two cents that day, so I'll give it to you together."

Chengcai quickly refused and said no, no, but the adult did not give Chengcai the chance to refuse, but said that even if it was only two cents, it would be the money he owed.

"Let me see if other families want it. The weather has been very hot recently, and everyone is engaged in double grabbing. Each family needs popsicles and watermelons." The adult said again.

Chengcai nodded and said, "Then I'll go there with you, don't go there again."

"Okay, if you have time to sell the popsicles, you can go to the town to sell some small watermelons. I will help you ask if these houses are needed." The adult said as he walked to his home.

Cheng Cai thought about it and replied: "It depends on the time, it's already afternoon."

"Let me do this, I'll order ten gifts of watermelons first. We sell them for three yuan each... Ah, my surname is Liu, this is my family, I'll give you money first..."

When the little kid heard that there was a watermelon, he immediately started to make a fuss.

Chengcai followed the middle-aged man in the surname Liu and sold out the popsicles and received a demand from four or five companies for watermelons.

This extra business that happened was settled.

The gift watermelon is basically two or three pounds per, with a thin skin. Children at home just like to hold a spoon and dig it up, which is very marketing.

The price of this kind of small watermelon in the town is known as the wholesale price is one yuan and six yuan, and two yuan. As for why it sells three yuan as soon as it goes to the countryside, there is a problem of transportation costs.

The production of materials depends on two legs, while other merchants carry out small three-wheeled transportation in large batches. Of course, the merchants' profits need to be calculated more.

Chengcai borrowed a shoulder pole from here and carried a net bag. He walked back and forth five times to meet the seven or eight new needs that were added later, and there were a total of 200 watermelons to carry. For Chengcai, there was still a burden.

On this day alone, I earned more than 300 yuan.

Scores are earned by selling popsicles, while those who sell watermelons are earned.

It was particularly late for Chengcai to take Cheng Xuefen back on this day. It was dark before the last trip was transported.

Before leaving, Chengcai went to the little kid's house and thanked the young man surnamed Liu who made suggestions and started business.
Chapter completed!