Jiang Qiaoqiao settled Lin Xiaohui and Yang Jianguo in the house where Zhou Yang and Zhou Ling'er lived.

Lin Xiaohui has always loved children, and after learning about the two children's background, she felt both heartache and affection for them.

Although Jiang Qiaoqiao wasn't there today, Zhou Yang still managed to set up his stall.

When Jiang Qiaoqiao returned, he immediately reported the day's stall accounts to her.

Today, he was the only one at the stall. Although Ling'er could help with some small things, sales were worse than usual. He only made a little over 300 yuan in total, with a profit of only about 200 yuan.

When Zhou Yang and Jiang Qiaoqiao were settling accounts, they didn't hide it from Lin Xiaohui and Yang Jianguo.

Yang Jianguo's pupils dilated in surprise upon hearing these numbers, while Lin Xiaohui was even more incredulous, her mouth agape in shock.

"Yangyang, what you just told your sister was that you made two hundred yuan in just half a day setting up your stall today?" Lin Xiaohui stammered, too shocked to speak.

Zhou Yang scratched his head in frustration. "Yeah, I only made two hundred yuan today. I'm still far behind Sister Qiaoqiao. When Sister Qiaoqiao is around, we can usually make four or five hundred yuan."

"My God!" Lin Xiaohui was truly shocked this time and plopped back down in her chair.

"You can earn four or five hundred in half a day. What's the difference between doing business like this and picking up money off the ground?"

Zhou Yang chuckled, "Aunt Lin, it's not that easy. We can only set up our stall for half a day, and if it rains, we can't even set up our stall."

Yang Jianguo was also quite excited, feeling that coming to the city with Jiang Qiaoqiao to do business might be a turning point in his life.