Chapter 100 Think about that

An Zhixia said hesitantly, "I'm still short of 5,000 yuan."

It's only been a month since the big boss started to make a living, but can he make 5,000 yuan by selling game? Maybe 1,000 or 2,000 yuan at most?

"I sold several ginsengs I had for about the same amount, and I'll buy the rest on credit after I harvest the fish. In this case, I'm afraid we'll have to sell our rice fish and loaches this year to these dealers first," Fang Yuan said after thinking for a while.

"Wild ginseng is not easy to come by, you should keep it," An Zhixia said. There are quite a few ginsengs in the supermarket, some of which are marked as wild, but they are definitely not as pure as the ones in the hands of the big guys, right? "Actually," she bit her lower lip, "Actually, when I was picking up things at the Kyoto scrap yard, I touched a handful of small ginsengs at the bottom of a broken cabinet, but I don't know how much they are worth."

Fang Yuan glanced at her and said, "Put yours aside for now. My ginseng is not for sale, but is mortgaged until the autumn harvest."

"Okay, when we catch the fish and sell them in the fall, we'll split the profits 50-50," An Zhixia said with a smile, feeling relieved.

"30% to 70% is fine," Fang Yuan said. Without waiting for her to continue, he turned around and waved, "Tell Zhiqiu to bring the money to me in the evening."

At night, An Zhiqiu opened the door, holding his bulging bag, and looked around before stepping out.

An Zhixia was speechless for a while: "Brother, are you afraid that others don't know you have money? When you got on the bus with more than 3,000 yuan in your pocket, you didn't seem to be so cautious?"

"At that time, I was just timid and only thought about taking the money. I didn't even think about the thief," An Zhiqiu said with a wry smile, patting his bag, "Six thousand, not six hundred, let alone sixty. Should I be more careful?"

"Brother," An Zhixia looked at her silly brother after realizing it belatedly and asked with a guilty conscience, "I just said one sentence and all our 6,000 yuan was spent. Will you blame me? If the rice field fish farming fails, all our 6,000 yuan will be wasted!"

An Zhiqiu rubbed her head and said with a smile: "Brother believes in your decision. Since you have decided to take out the money, you must have a good chance of winning. Besides, this money is not earned by us, so it is not a pity to lose it. Besides, if the rice field fish farming is successful, it will bring considerable profits.

There is no such thing as a free lunch. Risks and opportunities coexist. I admire your courage and determination."

An Zhixia pulled his sleeve and couldn't help but call him brother in a coquettish and touching way, "It's so nice to be your sister in this life."

"Silly girl," he put his arm around her and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. "You are the only relative I depend on in my life. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well? Even if I get married and have children in the future, you will still occupy the most important place in my heart."

An Zhixia had tears in her eyes. Her last life was smooth sailing, but she was lacking in emotions, whether it was family or love. She didn't expect that in this world, she would have a brother who treated her like this. Just for this, she was already very satisfied.

"Brother, I love you the most, too! Now and in the future!"

An Zhiqiu was stunned for a long time after hearing this. His heart was burning with anger and his face was red. He turned his head and coughed softly, "What are you talking about, girl? You dare to say anything. If others hear it, I will take you out and criticize you."

An Zhixia laughed, "Brother is shy? What's the matter? I am just expressing my joy very truthfully, and I mean it sincerely."

"Okay, okay, you take a rest at home, I'll be back soon." An Zhiqiu blushed because of the girl's straightforward words. He didn't even remember the six thousand yuan in his arms. He strode towards the cowshed and only remembered it when he got there.

He hurriedly touched his bulging bag, shook his head helplessly and smiled, but his eyes became more determined. Leaving home was the best choice for both him and her.

With their biological father and stepmother around, they couldn't resist anything. The word "filial piety" was like an invisible mountain that could destroy their lives. After leaving Kyoto, his sister became more and more lively and dazzling, and he also found the direction of his efforts. He believed that when they returned to Kyoto again, they would be able to stand up, fight back, and no longer be enslaved!

Just as An Zhixia closed the door, someone knocked on it.

She opened it and looked, hugging her chest and said happily, "Mr. Hang is not sleeping in the middle of the night and knocking on our door. Aren't you afraid that people will see us and gossip about us?"

Hang Xianglei said coldly, "I'll just stand at the gate and talk to you."

"Me?" She pointed at herself in surprise. "How could a dark-skinned girl like me be so honored to be summoned by Mr. Hang?"

"Can't you just talk to me nicely?" Hang Xianglei pursed his lips and stuffed something into her hand. "Although Changzi and I don't have much money, any help counts."

An Zhixia held the thick money wrapped in the handkerchief. If her estimate was correct, it should be the only 800 yuan that the two of them had, right? Add in the tickets for some big items, and the total value would be 1,000 yuan.

"What do you mean?" She asked seriously, the smile disappearing from her face.

"It's nothing special. I just want to make some contribution to the village. Besides, anyone who doesn't make money is a fool," Hang Xianglei shrugged indifferently.

"Okay, I'll write you a receipt. After the fish are harvested in autumn, you and Nie Zhiqing can get half of the profit," An Zhixia didn't bother about it. The person handed over the money, and she also gave the other party enough profit. It was a fair deal without any other disputes.

"Okay," Hang Xianglei nodded, took out a bright red silk scarf from his other pocket, and said as if nothing had happened, "My family mailed it to me. I can't carry it with me as a grown man, and I don't have a girlfriend. You can take it and play with it."

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows, "Hang Zhiqing, what do you mean? Among the female educated youth, the ones who helped you the most were Qi Zhiqing and Fei Zhiqing. You should think of them when you get something good. Don't say it's because I live close to you."

"I," he raised his head and looked at her seriously, "I..."

"Stop, if you want to say what you think of me, then think about how ugly I was when I first came here. How could you be interested in me like that? Besides, now you see that I'm good-looking, have a good job, and am very popular recently, so are you willing to lower your standards and give me the position of girlfriend?

Tsk, what a pity, I have high standards, you are just a pretty boy in my eyes. I want a tough guy who can protect me, not a second-generation rich man who plays it cool all day long. "

"Don't flatter yourself!" Hang Xianglei said with a grim expression: "Send the receipt over later," and then he walked away with his back stiff.

An Zhixia closed the door and turned her head to see Nie Yichang who was listening with great interest.

"I'm the only one at home. Believe it or not, I'll sue you for the crime of gadfly (harmony)!"

(End of this chapter)