Chapter 272 Let’s Make a Little Money First
After all, she promised her homeroom teacher that she would be in the top ten in the grade, but because of a one-point mistake, she ended up being ranked eleventh in the grade.
Hiss! Shang Zhen wouldn't be afraid of being embarrassed and being persuaded to quit, so he simply gave up and didn't come.
"Okay, I'll go early tomorrow and come over to help after I get the books."
Jia Nannan returned to school at dawn in the morning. Ye Xiaomei also dozed off for two or three hours before getting up, turning on the briquette stove, and replacing the charcoal so that she could get a fire started quickly.
Unexpectedly, there was a group of students coming from far away who arrived especially early.
Ye Xiaomei is busy again.
——These dumplings taste good. After you finish eating, mom will accompany you to the dormitory and help you make the bed before going back.
——I can do it myself.
The mother and daughter were talking to each other, and the boy was obviously disgusted.
However, Ye Xiaomei discovered a strange phenomenon in the past two days. Most of the children who sent their children to register were mothers or grandmothers, and fathers were rarely seen.
As the sun rose, Ye Xiaomei was very busy. She had to cook a bowl of dumplings here so that she had time to serve the finished ones to the guests.
"This bowl contains chili oil. If you like spicy food, you can use it as a dipping sauce." Ye Xiaomei greeted.
It was not until about ten o'clock that Jia Nannan and Shang Xuetang came together.
Jia Nannan helped to make the dumplings without saying anything. The usually outgoing Shang Xuetang rubbed his hands and said:
"Oh my god, business is really good. Let's eat and drink well. This guy was the top scorer in the city last year. It's good for his grades to eat well."
Ye Xiaomei rolled her eyes at Shang Xuetang. They hadn't seen each other for a whole summer. He had already grown dark, and now he was even darker.
Who knew that some parents with children would actually respond - seriously.
Shang Xuetang - it must be true, if you don’t believe it, go and ask around.
——I heard from my son that last year's top scorer was really a girl. I heard that she was also the first in the city in Mathematical Olympiad. She was noticed by colleges and universities at such a young age.
——Is that so?
Ye Xiaomei greeted the guests while glancing at Shang Xuetang. Is this considered false publicity? Can eating dumplings improve your grades? I'll talk about this clever Shang Xuetang later.
What Ye Xiaomei didn't expect was that those parents' desire for their children to succeed was almost superstitious.
——Then eat more and I’ll pack up another portion for later. It happens to be close to school, so come and eat when you have nothing to do. Be good!
——Eat more, boss, give me another bowl.
He turned around and muttered to the child beside him - take it to the school dormitory to eat.
"..." Ye Xiaomei looked at these parents and then at Shang Xuetang.
He rubbed his nose and said proudly: "Zhuangyuan, how was your summer vacation?"
"It's just so-so." Ye Xiaomei started making dumplings whenever she had time, fearing that they would not be available during the peak season.
"I see you're quite free, so help serve dumplings to the customers."
"No big deal." Shang Xuetang put his schoolbag in the corner behind the door, rubbed his hands, and went up to help.
Another day was over, and Jia Nannan sat down in the store tired and too lazy to wash her hands.
Even Shang Xuetang, who was waiting in line, sighed: "It's so tiring, how do you do it as a girl?"
"I want to know, too." Jia Nannan doesn't have many friends. Although she is tired today, she feels more relaxed today than yesterday, and she can even talk to her classmates.
Ye Xiaomei was still making dumplings, not even looking up: "It's just a few days, it will pass in a little while."
Not only did her arms and hands hurt, but even the soles of her feet felt like they were on fire, but the pain eased after a good night's sleep.
"Before, when we were in the dormitory, Shang Zhen and I made dumplings. We sold them for two hours at noon, and then continued making dumplings in the remaining half an hour to sell in the evening. But we didn't make that many dumplings at that time, and the business was not as good as it is now. With Shang Zhen's help, it was not tiring at all."
Ye Xiaomei said this while kneading the glue.
"Oh, right." Jia Nannan suddenly remembered something: "Shang Xuetang, have you met Shang Zhen?"
Ye Xiaomei was so busy that she forgot to ask about this.
Shang Xuetang shook his head: "This guy is on the list, he didn't pay the tuition, and he didn't come to pick up the books today. The head teacher asked about it in the class, and you didn't go either, so everyone was thinking about you two being together."
"..." Ye Xiaomei looked at Jia Nannan and then at Shang Xuetang: "I haven't seen her either."
"Then where has she been? She didn't even come to such an important event as the start of school?" Jia Nannan and Ye Xiaomei were definitely not afraid to talk to each other. On the contrary, they felt very comfortable:
"She can't be in her hometown and hasn't come here yet."
Ye Xiaomei shook her head: "It's unlikely. She doesn't have many relatives at home. She didn't even go back during the summer vacation."
Ye Xiaomei thought secretly in her heart, she didn't know if her guess was right, was it possible that Shang really didn't want to go to school anymore because he followed that Caihong gang?
The crowd in the evening are basically all the students living on campus, as the canteen will not open until the day after tomorrow when school officially starts.
Then you won't be so tired.
The number of dumplings one person can make is limited, and they were sold out before 7 o'clock in the evening. Ye Xiaomei really couldn't bear it any longer.
After Jia Nannan and the monk left the school, Ye Xiaomei lay in the rented house, paralyzed as if dead.
Around eight o'clock, Zhao Mei arrived and frowned as she entered the door.
This girl doesn't even close the door when she sleeps. There are two other tenants in the yard, most of them are factory employees, some work night shifts and some work day shifts, so they seldom meet each other. What if someone breaks in?
But seeing my daughter's chin become pointed due to exhaustion in just two days, I felt a little bit sorry for her.
When Ye Xiaomei woke up, Zhao Mei had already wrapped three layers of glue:
"You must be exhausted. You didn't send me a message earlier. I don't know when your school will start."
Zhao Mei had never been to school, and she had no idea that school would start on September 1st across the country.
Ye Xiaomei patted her head and calculated the time. She was afraid that her mother might have caught the only bus to the city today after receiving the letter.
My heart warmed up and I hooked my arms around my mother's neck from behind, mumbling with sleepy eyes:
"Mom, you are so nice. If you don't come again, I will be exhausted to death, but..."
She instantly perked up. Ye Xiaomei hadn't counted the money yet.
I brought a wooden box and dumped it on the bed, and coins clattered into the air along with a mountain of banknotes.
"Wow, earn... so much?" Zhao Mei stopped making dumplings and her eyes widened.
"Just one day." Ye Xiaomei emphasized mysteriously and began to count the bills one by one.
Zhao Mei also washed her hands, wiped them on her apron and joined in. Poor people always want to touch money so that they can feel at ease.
"This... this must be about a thousand yuan."
"Probably not. There were a lot of people yesterday, and many parents sent their children home today." Ye Xiaomei was right. After counting, the total number was just over nine hundred.
Zhao Mei was so happy that she drooled as she grinned: "Oh, this is so wonderful! If I could make this much money every day, it would be worth it even if I died of exhaustion."
Ye Xiaomei didn't like what she was saying: "There are a lot of people these two days, and I have to go to class the day after tomorrow, so I have to call you over to help."
"Okay, okay." Zhao Mei's eyes lit up. "Just focus on your studies. I'll leave the store to you. Oh my goodness... This, this is better than anything else. I never dreamed that I could make so much money selling dumplings in the city."
Ding ding ding!
The cell phone rang. Ye Xiaomei took it out from under the pillow and found that it was an unfamiliar number.
I answered the phone: "Who is this?" Most people don't know her contact number.
"Don't ask who I am. Come to Laurel immediately, or else..."
It's a woman, and from the sound of her voice she seems middle-aged.
Then there was no sound from that direction, followed by a series of footsteps. When Ye Xiaomei heard the sound again, she immediately recognized it as Shang Zhen's voice.
"Fuck you, kill me if you can. I never do anything to hurt my friends. And you, Xiaohong, I've been nice to you, right? Why did you tell me my friend's contact information? Just wait for me, I'll kill you as long as I'm still alive..."
There were two crisp snaps, and Shang Zhen's voice came to an abrupt end.
"Ye Xiaomei, you heard it, right? It is said that Shang Zhen has only you as a friend in Chaocheng, and you two are even doing business together. It is only natural for you to pay her back, otherwise I will chop off her hand."
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