Over the next few days, Chang Jing spent his days selling fruits and vegetables at a stall and his evenings farming and cultivating in his spatial dimension. A week later, Chang Jing had earned nearly three thousand yuan.

"Brother, are you hiding something from me? Why are you going out every day?"

Chang Ling noticed that Chang Jing left home early every day, and when she looked down from the balcony, she saw him riding his bicycle with a basket tied to his back, which piqued her curiosity.

"I'm selling fruit at a stall, do you want to join me? I'll split the profits in half!"

Since his sister asked, he had no reason to hide it. In fact, he thought Chang Ling was clever enough, and it would be good for her to set up a stall with him. It would be good for her to get experience and earn some pocket money at the same time.

"Setting up a stall, selling fruit? You're not selling at Mom's market, are you? And you actually have the capital to start a business?"

Chang Jing used to be the kind of guy who only spent money and never saved any. Now he's selling fruit at a stall, that's such a huge improvement! Unbelievable!

"I borrowed the money from a classmate at the beginning, but I've already paid it back. Why are you asking so many questions? Just give me an answer if you want to join me!"

The cunning younger sister is too shrewd to talk much, so Chang Jing quickly changed the subject.

"Okay! I'll give it a try. If I can make money, I'll do it."

Chang Ling's eyes darted around, and she thought that it wouldn't be bad to make some money and get a share of the profits. Her brother's current behavior really surprised her.

Chang Ling really didn't expect that her brother's small business as a vendor could be so successful. Before the baskets for loading goods were even unloaded, the passing aunties and grandmas gathered around.

Then it's just a matter of weighing and collecting money, like an assembly line operation. There's no need to shout at all; the goods are sold out in less than half an hour, and his brother will bring the second batch of goods within ten minutes.

The speed at which she collects money is truly exhilarating. If only all the aunties wouldn't sneakily touch her little hands and face, it would be perfect.

However, the generous attitude of these middle-aged women who bought a lot and didn't haggle made Chang Ling put up with it. There weren't many people like them who could buy things so readily without haggling. She decided to just bear with it!

They endured it until they closed their stall in the afternoon. After returning home, the brother and sister emptied the money from their pockets. There was a large amount of solid change, which, after counting, amounted to more than two thousand yuan.

"We've struck it rich, bro! How much did we make today?"

"At least a thousand yuan!"

"How can you earn so much? You must earn more than Mom!"

Aunt Chang sells lychees at her stall and can earn four or five hundred yuan a day on good days, while they can earn a thousand yuan a day selling fruit at their stall? It feels like a dream!

"That's normal. There are two of us running the stall. With enough manpower, we can restock in time and naturally earn more. Besides, we sell expensive fruits like lychees and longans."

Chang Ma often sighs that she is all alone, and even though she can make money, she is too busy to handle everything. She often has to close up shop after selling out a batch of goods.

Chang Guomin is very proud and feels that setting up a stall is too shameful, so even if he is free, he will not help. Chang Ling wants to help, but her mother is worried.

"It must be tiring for you to haul goods by bicycle, bro!"

"Not tired!" How could he be tired when he had the space to cheat?

No one is as tired as Chang Ma. Every day, Chang Ma rides a 26-inch bicycle carrying nearly 200 kilograms of fruit. Although there is a motorcycle at home that Chang Ma can drive, it is used by Chang Guomin for his daily commute.

Sometimes when business was good, Chang Ma would ask Chang Guomin to help her haul goods during his lunch break. It usually ended in an argument. Chang Guomin was selfish and lazy, so how could he possibly help Chang Ma haul goods unless he wanted something from her during that time?

That evening, Chang Guomin unusually went home early, and the family of four sat down together for a rare dinner.

However, before the meal was even finished, Chang Guomin flipped the table, and the reason was that Chang's younger uncle wanted to borrow money.

"Chang Guomin, are you crazy?" Chang's mother couldn't take it anymore. Dinner was supposed to be a time for her to talk with her children.

"Song Huizhen, I didn't expect you to be so selfish. Does this mean I can't make decisions about the family's money anymore?"

"You can decide what to do with your money, but I can't lend out the money I worked so hard to earn from my stall."

Chang's mother felt that Chang Guomin's younger brother, Chang Jianhua, was a two-faced scoundrel who not only frequently sowed discord between the couple but also often found various excuses to take advantage of them.

Just like this time, Chang Jianhua's son, Chang Decheng, is a terrible student but he has the delusion of attending a key middle school. He tried to borrow 30,000 yuan from Chang Guomin to pay the sponsorship fee to get into the key middle school.

Bah! Her daughter, Chang Ling, got into a top-tier middle school, and the people across the street even pretended to be kind and said it was just luck. People who can't stand seeing her family doing well want to borrow money from her? Dream on!

"What do you mean? I also have a share of that money. It was the money from our family's orchard that was expropriated a few years ago. Why do you say it was money you earned from setting up a stall?"

Chang Guomin, enraged, brought up the compensation for the expropriation of the orchard again.

“Chang Guomin, have you lost your memory? You used half of the money from the expropriation of the orchard to pay off your gambling debts, used the other half to buy this house, and you’ve already gone to great lengths to give the rest to your mother and brother. You don’t even hand over your salary to your family, how can you have the nerve to say that you have a share of that money?”

Seeing the disdain on Chang's mother's face, the disgust on Chang Ling's face, and the expressionless stare of Chang Jing, Chang Guomin's anger grew stronger.

“If it weren’t for my job, you would still be living in a mud-brick house in your hometown today, so don’t be ungrateful. Song Huizhen, if you don’t give me the money, we’ll get a divorce. Get out of here tonight. This house was allocated to me by my work unit.”

In the past, if Chang Guomin had brought up divorce, Chang Jing would have cried and begged his mother not to. But today, Chang Jing just watched Chang Guomin recklessly.

These past few days, he and Chang Ling have been intentionally or unintentionally urging Chang's mother to consider divorce. The three of them have already imagined what life would be like after the divorce.

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