Chapter 33 Blocking Someone Else's Path to Wealth
At this moment, Lu Xiuye hid in a corner, carefully counting the 48 yuan in her hand over and over again.
She looked at the few banknotes in her hand, feeling like she was dreaming.
"Mom, if we can earn fifty yuan a day, that'll be eighteen thousand yuan a year!"
She deliberately lowered her voice when she spoke.
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiuwei's eyes widened in surprise.
Although she hadn't calculated it carefully yet, the amount she had earned today was already enough to shock her.
"Wow! That's amazing! Mom, we want to do it again tomorrow!"
Shen Cuifen couldn't help but laugh after hearing this, but she deliberately glared at them with a stern face.
"Oh dear, aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
The two sisters looked at each other, their faces beaming with undisguised smiles, and grinned foolishly at Shen Cuifen.
"We'll just have to be careful!"
As Lu Xiuwei spoke, she shook Shen Cuifen's arm in a coquettish manner.
"Mom, let my older sister and I come again tomorrow. You should rest at home! Once I've sold all the shoes, I'll be in time for class!"
At that moment, Lu Xiuye had already silently memorized the route her mother took to Zheng Mingyue's house.
Looking at Lu Xiuye's meticulous and calculating appearance, Shen Cuifen couldn't help but sigh and gently tapped her forehead with her finger.
“You silly child, how can shoes be compared to food? You have to eat three meals a day, but shoes are different. A pair of shoes can last for one or two years without breaking. How could they possibly sell so well every day?”
If it weren't for her past life, she and Zheng Mingyue would have witnessed others successfully selling Dacron shirts using this method.
They probably can't even imagine using this method to sell shoes now.
It's impossible for those dozen or so pairs of shoes to be sold out so quickly.
What I saw and heard back then has surprisingly come in very useful in this era.
The two dormitory buildings they visited today were the easiest to access in the entire residential area.
As long as you make up a reason, the security guards generally won't question you much.
But if it were in another place, in those dormitories with strict management and shrewd gatekeepers...
They probably wouldn't even be able to get into the building, let alone sell shoes.
When Lu Xiuye heard her mother say that the shoes had sold out so quickly, she couldn't help but pout, her face full of disappointment.
They were still immersed in the newly emerging dream of becoming "ten-thousand-yuan households," fantasizing that their family could continue to make money like this.
But before the dream could even take hold, it shattered.
"Your most important thing right now is to study. As for making money, Mom will take care of that, understand?"
Shen Cuifen looked down at her youngest daughter.
Lu Xiuye pouted and playfully stuck out her tongue, hooking one arm around her sister Lu Xiuwei's arm and affectionately placing the other hand on her mother Shen Cuifen's shoulder.
"Mom, I know, I'll study hard, go to university, get a job and earn money to repay you! I'll buy you sorghum candy! No, no, I'll buy you a hundred pounds!"
She became more and more excited as she talked.
Shen Cuifen laughed at her words and gently stroked her daughter's head.
"I don't need your repayment, I just want you to be safe and happy."
The mother and her two children were walking on the small streets of the county town when they got hungry, so they bought a few hot meat buns to tide them over.
Although several pairs of shoes were successfully sold.
But the remaining seven pairs hadn't been completely sold out, so in the end, Shen Cuifen had to carry them all home, putting them in her backpack and carrying them all the way.
By the time I got home, it was almost dinnertime.
Shen Cuifen led her two sisters along the path toward their home.
Before I even stepped through the gate, I heard a loud argument coming from the courtyard.
If you listen carefully, you can tell that it is Lu Fuquan and his son Lu Weidong.
Shen Cuifen raised an eyebrow, her brow furrowing slightly, and she roughly knew what they were arguing about.
"After you go into the yard, don't pay attention to what they're saying. Xiuye, you go and do your homework. Your sister and I will go to the kitchen to prepare dinner."
The two sisters nodded after hearing this and followed their mother into the courtyard.
But as soon as he stepped into the yard...
They frowned as they were overwhelmed by a pungent, unpleasant odor.
It had a pungent, foul odor, a mixture of sweat and mold.
When Shen Cuifen looked closely, she realized that the source of the stench was the bedding that Lu Qiming had just changed.
The bedding was piled haphazardly on the ground, looking as if it had just been thrown there.
There were also a few pieces of debris scattered on the ground nearby.
To her surprise, the clothes she had changed out of last night had been secretly washed by someone.
The clothes, neatly hung on the clothesline outside the yard, swayed gently in the morning breeze.
Although these clothes weren't new, they were washed very clean, without a single wrinkle or stain.
In the Lu family, this was nothing short of a miracle.
In this household, everyone is busy with their own affairs.
Nobody would think of washing someone else's clothes.
Yang Juanhua was under the eaves, squinting as she threaded a needle, busy mending her old straw pot lid.
She spotted Lu Xiuwei and her two children returning from outside, chatting and laughing, and a cold smile immediately appeared on her face.
"The old ones don't care, and the young ones are just as ignorant! It's better to be practical!"
She deliberately raised her voice.
"He's always out and about, neglecting to even let the pots and pans at home get cold. How can anyone live like that!"
"She doesn't cook, she doesn't wash clothes, she'll break the family's spirit sooner or later!"
"Why don't you just move out already? Don't block other people's way and make them laugh at you."
Upon hearing this, Lu Xiuwei felt as if she had been slapped across the face, and anger flared within her.
She had just subconsciously bent down to pick up the quilt, intending to wash it again, when she was interrupted by a soft cough from Shen Cuifen beside her.
"Oh dear, why don't you go touch the mirror and look at yourself?"
"You make it sound so easy, but the old lady can't do anything, and her hand is broken. Do you really expect her to cook, do laundry, and take care of you?"
"Does she really think she's still the same rich young lady she used to be?"
"How about I go and hire a personal maid to serve you? That way you won't have to worry about not having anyone to serve you or cook for you."
"You just said someone needs to move out? Is your brother planning to remarry?"
"It's not that it can't be done."
“But people have to set high standards when choosing a wife. Those who only know how to cook, mend pots, and gossip are not good enough for the Lu family.”
Shen Cuifen stood there, sneering.
Yang Juanhua's ancestors did indeed come from a landlord family.
In my youth, I also enjoyed a life of ease, where everything was done for me.
At that time, she sat in the mansion, dressed in fine silks and satins, served by others, and lived a life of luxury.
However, their good fortune didn't last long, and their family fortunes gradually declined.
In the end, his house and property were confiscated, leading to a tragic end.
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