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Chapter 129 a lot of money

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The next morning, when selling cicada monkeys, Mo Xiangshan happened to meet Liu Dazhuang.

Ma Qiang saw that there were others coming to sell it, and as long as the goods were good, he would not refuse anyone.

After Ma Qiang left, Mo Xiangshan looked at Liu Dazhuang and said angrily: "Dazhuang, wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Liu Dazhuang was stunned and felt a little embarrassed. After all, he stole the business of Mo Xiangshan's family and smiled embarrassedly: "Uncle Mo, there is something wrong, you say."

"I really have something to do with you." Mo Xiangshan nodded, "You have started to acquire the Cialis Monkey now. I see that it will be sold for a few days this year. I will tell you something. When we acquire it, we will buy it at a price of one dollar per pound. Don't raise the price, and I don't raise the price either."

When Liu Dazhuang heard this, he smiled. As long as it was not a provocation, it would be fine. Although Mo Xiangshan discovered this business, it was not prohibited from doing it.

"Uncle Mo, I know that I have increased the price. Although I have collected a lot of cicadas, I am better off not increasing the price. I know this, don't worry." Liu Dazhuang replied, "It's really hard for the family to live, so I want to do this business."

Liu Dazhuang is a family who lives a good life in Liujia Village, so he just made an excuse to say this.

Mo Xiangshan just listened, just discussing and not raising the price, so as to minimize the losses.

The business of the cicada monkey was gone after ten days of operation.

Mo Xiangshan took out Mo Xiaomi's notebook. In nearly twenty days, his family actually bought 13,642 kilograms of cicada monkeys, making a total of 6,821 yuan. In addition to 150 yuan of salt, he could still leave 6,671 yuan. One family had half of it, and one person could get 3,335 yuan.

Mo Xiangshan directly gave Mo Dayong three thousand four white pieces and said, "Dayong, this is three thousand four hundred yuan. Take it and buy the bricks and tiles for building the house first, and buy them one by one. When the purchase is almost done, build a big house in autumn."

Aunt Mo San kept wiping her tears on the side and choked and said, "Thanks to his uncle's help, I took us to do business with her mother. How could we sell so much money just by relying on the food at home?"

"Okay, Dayong is the one I'm watching the grown-up child, so naturally I have to help him." Mo Xiangshan smiled and said, "Okay, go back and have a good rest first, and go to the county town to buy some things in the past two days, so we will make money later."

I have more than 3,000 yuan at home, so it is not safe to keep it at home. Mo Xiangshan hopes to go to the credit union in the county, save the money, and leave a few hundred at home.

"Thank you uncle, I will do my best and respect you in the future." Mo Dayong said gratefully. His father passed away early, and in his heart, there was no deep invisibility. Uncle Mo was the father he imagined in his mind.

I heard that my grandfather was going to the county town, so Mo Xiaomi insisted on pestering her grandfather to go on Sunday, and she wanted to go with her.

She has received a lot of letters from Wu Peng, Wu Kun, Zhao Ziheng, and Li Meimei, and now she has to send them. While the weather is good these two days, she wants to take photos and send them.

Forget it, the thatched house at home, the photos taken were a vicissitudes of life, and they were not as natural as they were in it, so Mo Xiaomi decided to take a few photos at Gu Yanze’s small foreign house.

In order to take photos, my mother asked her to tie two pigtails for her and cut out sparse bangs.

Mo Xiaomi came to the small western-style building with her camera on her back.
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