An earthquake caused Jiang Shanshan's originally well-off family of three to transmigrate to the impoverished 1970s.
On the left was their son crying for food in her arms, and on the righ...
Jiang Shanshan smiled and explained to her, "Mom, it's not that everyone wants to eat mooncakes to fill their stomachs. In fact, they ordered 2,000 mooncakes. If we divide them up, I guess each person will only get one or two. They have a big factory and a lot of people."
Zhang Xiangcao raised her hand anxiously and asked loudly, "I don't care whether they want to eat mooncakes to fill their stomachs or not. I just want to know if we can make a lot of money if we take these two orders?"
After asking, she looked at Jiang Shanshan and Xu Shike with eager eyes.
Who says that in this family, only this couple are the most educated?
At this time, the Niu family did not know that they had unknowingly regarded Xu Shike and his wife as the pillars of the family.
Looking at everyone's eager eyes, Jiang Shanshan and Xu Shike looked at each other and curled up the corners of their mouths.
Just as everyone was getting anxious, Xu Shike finally spoke up, "Based on a conservative estimate, each room in our family can probably get more than a thousand yuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole yard suddenly became unusually quiet.
Not long after, Niu Xianhua stammered, "Third brother, how much can we get just now? You, please say it again, I, I don't think I heard it clearly just now."
Xu Shike glanced at the Niu family members who were frightened by the amount, smiled, and repeated the amount, "More than a thousand yuan."
"Oh my god, we're going to be rich this time." Zhang Xiangcao happily came to her senses first, turned around and pinched her man who was standing behind her.
Niu Jianjun was also shocked by this number. Before he could come to his senses, he was awakened by the pain in his arm.
Looking at his red arm, and then at his silly wife who was smiling at him, he pointed at her and cursed angrily, "Zhang Xiangcao, what the hell are you doing? Look at how you pinched my arm. Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Zhang Xiangcao took a look at the arm he stretched out. It was really red from being pinched by her, but she didn't feel distressed at all.
If this guy feels pain, it means that what he just heard about each family getting more than one thousand yuan is true.
"Does it hurt? Does it hurt a lot?" She walked forward and asked in a provocative manner.
Niu Jianjun took a deep breath. If it weren't for the fact that men were not allowed to hit women in their family, he would have taught this bitch a lesson.
He took another deep breath and replied through gritted teeth, "If you want to know if it hurts, pinch yourself and try it."
Damn, the skin on his arm was almost pinched off by this bitch, it hurts so much.
When Zhang Xiangcao heard what he said, she immediately rolled her eyes and looked at him with a shrewd look, "Do you think I'm a fool? Pinching yourself will hurt me, so I won't do that."
"But you're in pain, which means what we just heard wasn't a dream. This is real. Oh my God, Niu Jianjun, we're going to have more than a thousand yuan. Have you figured out how to spend it?"
When we were making mooncakes, my mother-in-law said that when the money was divided, each family only needed to pay 100 yuan to the public, and they could save the rest.
Niu Jianjun looked at his wife's money-obsessed look and couldn't help but laugh, "Look at you, you're so money-obsessed, it's as if you've never seen money before. Isn't it shameful?"