"That unfilial son of mine, he's infuriating me!" Wang Song said, his face red with anger. "I'll see when he comes home. When he does, I'll make him kneel in the yard for three days."

"Kneeling for three days is too lenient on him," Li Guifen sneered. "I'll slap his face with the sole of my shoe. If he doesn't kowtow and admit his mistake, he can forget about stepping into our house."

"Dad, Mom, please don't say hurtful things. My brother is feeling bad too," Wang Cheng said with a smile, trying to comfort them.

A dozen minutes later, when Wang Peng didn't come out, they left in a huff.

The whole world is quiet.

Wang Peng reached the door, watched their retreating figures, and sneered, "No way, even now they still think I'm just being stubborn? They still expect me to go home and apologize to them? No way."

Du Lei laughed and said, "I don't understand. You were the top scorer in the high school entrance exam, why are they forcing you to give your acceptance letter to your younger brother? Is it because his grades are better than yours?"

"What else could it be? It's favoritism!" Wang Peng shook his head, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

Wang Song is a typical feudal patriarch. In his mind, everything in the family should be under his control, including his high school admission notice.

The second son was frail and sickly, unable to carry heavy loads or lift baskets, making him more suited to studying and becoming an official, where he could earn money to supplement the family income.

The eldest son is strong and healthy, and can do any kind of hard or tiring work. He can now earn money to help support the family.

If the eldest son goes to school but the second son cannot work, it is a loss for the family.

This is Wang Song's logic for managing his family.

“Brother Peng, I suspect you’re not his biological son. Your second son is the real one.” Du Lei said with a sneer. “Luckily, I didn’t meet parents like that.”

After saying this, he opened his wallet to count his earnings for the day.

"Brother Peng, today's earnings are 149 yuan. A pair of jeans cost 30 yuan, so you have 119 yuan left. Are you happy?" Du Lei handed him the money.

Wang Peng's waist bag had two layers, an inner and an outer layer. The inner layer contained eighty yuan, and he would put another fifty yuan inside.

I'm still 70 yuan short of tuition for the start of the semester.

The remaining 69 yuan was the capital for starting a business. He put it in the outer layer of his waist bag and then put the waist bag into the snakeskin bag.

"You'll have saved enough for tuition by tomorrow, right?" Du Lei patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm going to buy some things, I'll treat you to braised noodles later." Wang Peng pointed to the braised noodle restaurant across the street.

"Why don't you go buy some steamed buns? I want to eat the pickled garlic my mom makes." Du Lei didn't want him to spend money.

As expected of his good brother from a past life, Wang Peng handed the little white cat to him, got up and walked into the People's Department Store.

The second floor was the household goods section, where he bought toothpaste, toothbrush, mouthwash cup, washbasin, soap, and other household items.

The third floor is the food section, where good quality rice sells for only 30 cents, much cheaper than in Future World.

Leave fifty yuan as capital for buying watermelons wholesale tomorrow, and use the rest to buy supplies.

After leaving the People's Department Store, the two brothers pulled a cart back to Duzhuang.

...

On the way home, Wang Cheng whispered, "I just asked around, and your brother's watermelons are selling for three cents a pound?"

"Three cents a pound?"

"Really?"

Wang Song and Li Guifen asked questions at the same time.

"Of course it's true. I asked several people who bought melons, and they all said it was Sanmao," Wang Cheng said with a smile. "Dad, Mom, how could I lie to you?"

There are melon farmers in the village who grow melons, and the wholesale price is one cent.

At the rural market, watermelons retail for 15 cents.

Wang Song scratched his head, as if he had found a way to get rich.

“Dad, let’s sell melons here tomorrow too,” Wang Cheng said. “Once we make some money, you can buy yourselves a new set of clothes, hehe.”

Wang Song was tempted by the prospect of making two cents per pound by simply bringing the watermelons over here.

"Second brother, is this reliable?" he asked in a low voice.

“It’s absolutely reliable. If it weren’t profitable, my older brother definitely wouldn’t be selling watermelons here,” Wang Cheng explained.

Wang Song thought about it carefully and felt that it made sense, but at the same time he felt that something was not right.

If it's so profitable, why don't other people set up stalls at the entrance of the residential compound?

"Honey, is this really a reliable plan?" Li Guifen was also a little worried.

"Mom, we'll find out if it's reliable or not by trying it tomorrow."

As long as he can make money, he can buy jeans and new sneakers, and the clothes he buys must be better than his older brother's.

Duzhuang.

When the two brothers returned home, Wang Peng cooked several bowls of rice porridge, and Du Lei brought out a plate of pickled garlic. The two of them ate heartily.

Pickled garlic is made by marinating garlic with sugar, salt, soy sauce, etc., and it tastes very sweet.

After eating and drinking their fill, the two brothers went to the melon field to load 500 jin of watermelons. Wang Peng gave Du Geda 50 yuan.

"Xiao Wang is really capable." Du Geda gave a thumbs up. "I roughly estimated that there are still 10,000 catties of melons left in the field. At your speed, you can finish in twenty days."

Wang Peng smiled and scratched his head. This was a three- or four-mu watermelon field, and a yield of three thousand jin per mu was a normal output.

"Lei Zi, after we finish selling the melons, let's go to Xinjiang to find your dad. I miss my second grandson." Old Du looked northwest.

"Okay, let's go after we sell the melons." Du Lei also missed his parents who were far away.

Wang Peng silently did the math. Assuming the price per unit remained at three cents, he would earn at least two thousand yuan from 10,000 jin of melons. That would be awesome.

I'll keep 1,000 yuan for school and use the remaining 1,000 yuan to start a small business, hoping to buy a house before I finish my second year of high school.

As long as you buy property in areas where prices are expected to skyrocket, you won't have to worry about tuition for four years of university.

The two brothers dragged the watermelon home, and a little boy ran over, "Brother Lei, someone asked me to give this to you."

He threw the heart-shaped letter to Du Lei, then turned and ran away.

love letter!

Du Lei blushed deeply, quickly stuffed the love letter into his pocket, and secretly glanced at Wang Peng's face.

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