Chapter 145 Dreaming of Brother Wenfeng

Fan Qingyi calmed herself down, took a deep breath, exhaled gently, and nodded slightly to Jiang Yanhong.

"... Let's continue the calculation. Where did we end just now?"

She lowered her head, fiddled with the beads, and tried to make herself think about where she was just now.

But what emerged in her mind one after another were either the scene of Li Wenfeng feeding her lovingly, or the scene of Li Wenfeng smashing the Li family after knowing the truth. Finally, the picture stopped at the two thin green military uniforms at the bottom of the pit and the tomb of Li Jiali.

Her heart was moist, and her hand holding the beads tightened and loosened.

"Oh, yes, let me calculate today's commission for you. It's about one thousand rubber bands..."

The number that was clear in her mind just now was like a fuzzy mess at this moment. She couldn't remember it no matter how hard she tried.

Jiang Yanhong held her hand and said, "Sister-in-law, there's no rush for the commission. Let's leave it like this for today. I'll take you back to rest. A'li and Zhuzhu are still waiting for you at home. They will be scared if it's too late."

Fan Qing glanced at her and shook his head, "No, we agreed to pay you the commission on the same day. I just remembered it. You said that your mind..."

Jiang Yanhong was about to resist, but Fan Qing avoided her and took the small notebook she had placed on the table for counting.

Seeing the statistical figures on it, she lowered her head and moved the beads again.

"One thousand three hundred and fifty rubber bands, that's 13.15 yuan, 353 small bowls, the commission is 3 cents, that's 10.59 yuan, a total of... 23.74 yuan."

Even though she was mentally prepared, Jiang Yanhong was still shocked by the number.

So much in one day, more than 200 in ten days, a month...

600...

no, more than 700!

"Hiss"

No wonder someone has set their sights on this business.

It's really profitable!

Jiang Yanhong felt pained when she thought that it wouldn't be long before a lot of hot pot restaurants would share their money.

But no matter how many customers there were, they really couldn't handle it...

Hey, wait, she remembered that Cheng Ran was going to have winter vacation soon, right?

There were still a few days left, and the final exams would be after Laba, and they would have a vacation directly after the exams.

Jiang Yanhong felt it necessary to ask Cheng Ran's father to go back and talk to her mother-in-law about coming to town to help out for a few days.

It would be better for them to earn this money than to give it to others.

Is that right?

She told Fan Qingyi about her plan, and Fan Qingyi immediately nodded in agreement.

"That's right! We have worked hard during this period, and it is definitely better to earn more money to buy New Year's goods than to give it to others. There is still an empty room in my yard, let Aunt Song and the others live there..."

The two of them hit it off, and Jiang Yanhong wanted to send Fan Qingyi off, but Fan Qingyi didn't give in, "It's getting dark, you have to go further than me, so be careful..."

Before she finished speaking, a man suddenly walked in from the door and smiled at them kindly.

"Sister-in-law, I'm here to take Yanhong back."

Fan Qingyi smiled, "I'm here just in time."

She stuffed the money she had counted into Jiang Yanhong's hand, "Hurry back."

"Sister-in-law, I promised to help you, this money is too much..."

Jiang Yanhong wanted the money very much, but she felt that taking the money seemed to take advantage of Fan Qingyi.

"The commission is paid every day, and the wages should be paid at the end of the month."

Fan Qingyi pushed back the hand she handed over and held her down, "This is making money from trading. You don't think you're losing money and are willing to follow me, you're already helping me."

Jiang Yanhong hesitated.

Fan Qingyi smiled and advised her, "This is not like the straightforward and decisive Yanhong. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to run this stall at night, how could I make this extra money? Don't think that you are taking advantage of me. In fact, I earn more than you. It's me who is taking advantage of your labor..."

Jiang Yanhong stared, "..."

Can you understand it this way?

Both of them are good people, so they feel that they have taken advantage of each other.

Fan Qingyi nodded, "That's it, this money is what you deserve! Take it well."

The couple was almost half-forced and half-pushed out of the store by Fan Qingyi. She locked the door of the store and waded back to the courtyard in the moonlight holding Xiao Shanhu.

Song Youwei and Jiang Yanhong returned to their own place. Song Youwei boiled some hot water and brought it into the house. One of them sat on the bed and the other sat on a chair, soaking their feet in a wooden barrel.

Jiang Yanhong handed the commission she had carried along to Song Youwei, "It's from my sister-in-law, today's commission."

"Commission?"

Song Youwei was stunned for a moment, then took the money, "Isn't this... a bit too much?"

Jiang Yanhong nodded and told him what happened during the day. Song Youwei was surprised.

"A small hot pot sells for so much money?"

"Really? I didn't expect that. You said they were just a few cents each. A bowl of beef balls is only a few cents. How could they eat so much with forty pots?"

She still found it hard to believe, but the data was there, the money earned, and the calculated commission were in front of her, so she couldn't help but believe it.

Song Youwei was shocked for a long time, then smiled and said, "This is also the good fortune of my sister-in-law. She has finally gotten what she deserves."

"That's true."

Jiang Yanhong also smiled, "I always thought my sister-in-law was pretty but soft-tempered, so I was worried that she couldn't handle it. I didn't expect that she was a master at doing business, and she was not afraid of being bullied. A'li and Zhuzhu will have someone to rely on in the future, but my sister-in

-law..." She sighed, and the smile on her face faded, "When we were settling the bill just now, my sister-in-law said that she accidentally thought of Brother Wenfeng... I felt bad when I heard that."

"Do you think she doesn't dare to think of Brother Wenfeng normally, so she said it was an accident..."

Jiang Yanhong sighed repeatedly.

Song Youwei didn't respond, he didn't know how to answer.

The couple was silent for a while, and Jiang Yanhong mentioned that she had asked her son and mother-in-law to come to town to help during the winter vacation.

"Opportunities to make money will no longer exist in this village. We must take advantage of this opportunity to make more money. Who knows what the market will be like next year?"

Jiang Yanhong is most worried that a bunch of small hotpot restaurants will pop up next year, and they will definitely steal their business.

Song Youwei nodded in agreement, "Okay, then I'll go back tomorrow afternoon and tell Mom to let them come to the town after the winter vacation, but we only have one room, where to live..."

"Sister-in-law said to let Mom and Cheng Ran live with them, they have an empty house."

"...Okay."

The couple discussed it, wiped their feet and splashed water to sleep, and had a good night's sleep.

Fan Qingyi, however, slept very unsteadily.

I don't know if it was because of the fate of settling accounts that reminded her of Brother Wenfeng, she dreamed of Brother Wenfeng.

The dream was full of scenes of her meeting Brother Wenfeng, getting married, and living together. He doted on her, loved her, and protected her. Because she fought against her family, and when he knew she was being bullied, he scolded everyone in the family, smashed the stove, and dismantled the roof...

The last scene stopped at the scene where Brother Wenfeng listened to her, smiled and agreed to go with Feng Ping and Xu Changchen to participate in the mission, and was reluctant to leave her...

She grabbed his sleeve, wanting to selfishly tell him not to go. She

opened her mouth several times but couldn't say a word, and was sweating profusely from anxiety.

Brother Wenfeng looked at her with a smile, and as he smiled, he began to spit blood crazily from his mouth, and his face turned visibly gray!

"Ah!"