If he sells less, his revenue will be less, and he will receive less money.
Zhu Xiaozhen, who was cleaning up nearby, said, "I heard from some customers that someone set up a stall selling braised meat next to the park today. They said it tastes good and a lot of people are buying it."
Jiang Mingzhong, hands behind his back, asked, "Next to the park?"
“Yes, it’s on the south side of the park, there are a lot of stalls there,” Zhu Xiaozhen said.
Jiang Mingzhong snorted, "Why didn't they sell earlier or later? They had to come out and sell today, stealing a lot of our business."
Song Guoxing breathed a sigh of relief. "Since someone has started selling braised meat and says it tastes good, let's go check it out first thing tomorrow morning."
Jiang Mingzhong nodded. "Okay."
Lin Chuan drove his donkey cart and returned home when it was completely dark.
Hearing the commotion, Xu Shengli quickly came out to help unload the things and then went to feed the donkey.
Qian Jinhua heated the food in the pot. "Dachuan, quickly wash your face, go warm up on the kang (heated brick bed), and then eat."
"Thank you, Mother."
Lin Chuan washed his face and hands, then took off his coat before entering the west room, afraid of passing the cold air on to Xu Chunmai.
He took money out of his pocket. "Chunmai, guess how much I made today?"
Seeing Lin Chuan's appearance, Xu Chunmai knew that he must have made a lot of money.
She lifted the mattress, offering the warm spot on the kang (heated brick bed) to Lin Chuan, saying, "I can't guess."
Lin Chuan sat down, put the money on the kang (a heated brick bed), and told him to count it himself.
Xu Chunmai carefully counted the money, one bill at a time.
“Da Chuan, you’ve been making me count money a lot lately, and it makes me feel a kind of joy I’ve never felt before.”
Lin Chuan laughed, "Of course, this kind of happiness is called counting money. In the future, I'll make you count money until your hands cramp, and you'll be happy every moment!"
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