Chapter 141 Looking at his mother's frenzied state, Li...
Tang Mingli's period is usually on time, and even if it is occasionally delayed, it is almost never more than a week late.
Based on the dates, isn't the date Fu Ci returned precisely the ovulation period that people often talk about?
Normally, Tang Mingli would never have thought of it this way. But just now on the phone, when Fu Ci talked about coming back, he stammered, and you could feel his unease even through the phone.
If you say there are no ghosts, who would believe you?
Bad stuff.
Knowing that your physical exam results are normal, you're bursting with confidence, right?
Tang Mingli thought about what might happen after Fu Ci returned; he wouldn't be able to concentrate on practicing calligraphy anymore.
But she couldn't afford not to practice; she had fallen behind by several months, and if she didn't practice soon, Teacher Chen would abandon her.
only……
After writing for a while, Tang Mingli blushed when she saw what she had written.
When did she memorize these erotic poems? And how did she manage to write them down without even realizing it?
Fortunately, she was the only one in the study. If Fu Ci had seen her, he would have definitely misunderstood that she was hinting at something.
No evidence can be left behind.
Tang Mingli quickly crumpled the half-written sheet of Xuan paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
However, I still felt uneasy. What if Aunt Guihua threw it in the trash can and someone who likes to scavenge for trash picked it up...?
So, Tang Mingli decisively took out the wad of paper and quickly destroyed the evidence.
Now I can rest assured.
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Days passed peacefully, and Fu Ci called back every day. Occasionally, as the call was about to end, he would remind Tang Mingli of his approximate return time.
If her elders hadn't been there, she would have made Fu Ci understand what 'things will turn into their opposites' meant.
Hmph, she's a young woman born in the 21st century, raised with a modern education, and her thinking is frighteningly open.
It's okay, just remember it for now, and we'll settle the score with him when we get back.
Tang Mingli glanced at the calendar again and counted how many more days it would be before she could return after resigning.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Guangcheng, Tang Mingmei's life was also undergoing a quiet but dramatic change.
On this day, following Tang Mingli's suggestion, Tang Mingmei and her mother finally brought back the first batch of clothes to sell.
Because it was a new attempt, and the cost of clothes was much higher than that of socks, they didn't dare to take too many at once, and only took a few dozen pieces.
The price of these twenty items is already equivalent to a box of socks.
"We're going to sell them on the street tomorrow," Tang Mingmei asked her mother anxiously. "Mom, when do you think we'll be able to sell all these clothes?"
Li Hong wasn't too confident either. After thinking for a moment, she said, "It will probably take at least a week."
However, if they can sell out in a week, the profit is more than selling socks.
A pair of socks only earns a few cents, but a piece of clothing can earn two or three dollars.
I spent the night in this state of anxiety.
The next day, since it was the weekend and Tang Jianguo didn't have to work, he took care of the child. Tang Mingmei and Li Hong each carried a bag and went out.
When they arrived at the place where the stall usually operated, there weren't many people yet, so the two of them started to lay out their clothes and socks one by one.
The toy vendor next door noticed they had more clothes on today and joked, "Wow, your business is getting bigger and bigger!"
We've been setting up stalls here together for several months, so we all know each other quite well and talk freely.
Li Hong didn't hide anything and honestly said, "I wanted to see if it would sell well, but I was actually very nervous."
The man comforted her, "Don't worry, I think your styles are quite nice, they'll definitely sell well."
"Really?" Li Hong asked with some pride, as her daughter had chosen all the styles.
The man said, "Really, I'm thinking of picking one out myself."
As he spoke, he actually came over and carefully selected one, and soon chose one.
We've closed our first deal today, so that's a great start.
Business people value auspicious omens, and Tang Mingmei was quite sensible, so she bought a toy from the other party as a gift for her daughter.
Gradually, more stalls opened, and more pedestrians appeared on the street.
However, not many people actively came to look at the clothes at Tang Mingmei's stall. The two transactions were for socks, which were purchased after they were recommended the clothes.
Tang Mingmei realized that this was inappropriate. After thinking for a moment, she immediately picked up a folded piece of clothing, held it up in both hands to show it to passersby, and called out to them from time to time.
"The latest summer clothes this year are cheap and of good quality."
Perhaps it was because the design was really attractive, it quickly drew in many passersby who stopped to look.
The clothes that I thought would take a week to sell out were all sold out in just one morning.
Tang Mingmei and Li Hong both felt like they were dreaming, and the people at the next stall were so envious they almost drooled.
Tang Mingmei said to her mother, "Mom, pinch me."
Li Hong asked, "What's wrong? Did you get bitten by a mosquito?"
"No, I'm afraid I'm dreaming."
"You silly child..." Li Hong patted her arm with a smile.
She has a strong grip, so it hurts quite a bit when she slaps you.
Tang Mingmei was so happy she wanted to cry.
This is true.
All twenty pieces of clothing they brought were sold out.
I earned over forty yuan in just one morning!!!
Good heavens, that's equivalent to a month's salary for her.
If we keep doing this, won't we become rich?
No wonder Tang Mingli, who had lived a life of luxury in the Fu family for several years, came out to take over Fu's job after he resigned from Shenzhen; this line of work is simply too lucrative.
Then, thinking about how she was ousted again in less than a year, took her share of the profits, and left, she started to feel the pinch.
I can't even imagine how much money a clothing store of that size can earn in a year!
Tang Mingmei's thoughts drifted uncontrollably, until a shout brought her back to her senses.
"Tang Mingmei?"
A questioning shout came from above.
Tang Mingmei looked over and, upon recognizing the person who had entered, her face immediately turned cold.
"Tang Mingmei!" The voice was certain, tinged with disbelief, as it said, "It really is you! How did you end up selling socks here?"
The person who came was Li Baohua.
Li Baohua must be doing well after marriage. She looks plump and healthy, and her eyes and brows are more vibrant than when she was in the Li family.
Tang Mingmei didn't reply, but coldly said, "I like it, and I'm happy to."
Li Baohua clicked her tongue twice and mocked him rudely, "It must be because the brown sugar factory can't pay wages anymore. Didn't you say your dad was a skilled worker with a high salary? What, can't his salary support you and your mother?"
"None of your business."
"Of course I can't control it." Li Baohua looked sympathetic, but after a few seconds he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed arrogantly. "If you were still with my older brother, you wouldn't have ended up selling socks at a street stall here, no matter how bad things got."
"How much are these socks? Three cents? Fifty cents? Can you make two cents profit per pair?"
"Is the money you earn in a day enough to buy two steamed buns?"
Li Baohua's words were so offensive that someone at the next stall couldn't help but say to her, "How can you speak so viciously?"
"Mind your own business. I can say whatever I want."
The man was annoyed by the retort and was about to say that Tang Mingmei and her team had only sold a few dozen pieces of clothing that day when Tang Mingmei stopped him.
"Auntie, don't take this kind of person seriously. Whether we can make money or not, and how much we can make, is something we know ourselves. There's no need to show it off."
Having set up a stall here together for so long, she couldn't possibly be an innocent newcomer. The other party immediately understood what Tang Mingmei meant and held back her boastful words.
Seeing this, Li Baohua became even more smug and his words became even more vicious and sarcastic.
However, Tang Mingmei was no longer the same Tang Mingmei. She remained unmoved and even smiled as she tried to sell her socks to customers.
Li Baohua felt like a clown and eventually left, realizing it was pointless.
However, she didn't go straight home; instead, she went to her parents' home, which she really didn't want to return to.
Now, her family home can no longer be described as a home.
The oppressive atmosphere, along with the parents and brothers who seemed to be on edge, made one want to stay away.
But she absolutely had to go today.
When Li's mother saw that her daughter, who only came home for the New Year as a formality, returned on a non-holiday day, which was neither a holiday nor anyone's birthday, she was so surprised that her eyes almost popped out.
However, he still spoke with his usual sarcastic tone: "Oh, what wind blew my ungrateful daughter back?"
Li Baohua was angered by the sarcasm and retorted angrily, "My dear mother, you look so haggard. What, didn't your ungrateful son take good care of you?"
These words instantly broke Li's mother's composure, and she cursed, "What sins have I committed to give birth to two worthless things like you?"
Li Baohua didn't soften just because her mother broke down. Instead, she said even more viciously, "Oh, you're already breaking down? Don't worry, your hard times are yet to come. When your hair turns white, you lose your teeth, and you can't even walk properly, my good brother still won't be able to find a wife to take care of you. What will you do then?"
"Oh dear, it's a minor matter that no one is there to take care of me. The worst thing is that I won't be able to see my own grandson before I die. How can I face my ancestors in the afterlife?"
Li's mother was so angry at these words that she almost fainted. Pointing at Li Baohua, she said, "How could I have given birth to such a terrible thing as you? I should have gotten rid of you when you were born."
"Finally telling the truth? If it weren't for the fortune teller saying that I, your daughter, would be your support in your old age, you would have thought of abandoning me, right?"
"you……"
Overwhelmed with anger, Li's mother couldn't even stand up straight and collapsed into a chair.
Li Baohua didn't intend to really anger her mother to death today, and since she came here today to talk about Tang Mingmei, she didn't deliberately say any sarcastic things.
"Alright, I didn't come here to upset you. Let me tell you something. Today I saw Tang Mingmei and her mother selling socks at a stall on the street."
Upon hearing this, Li's mother immediately felt relieved and pressed, "You're not lying to me?"
Why would I lie to you about this?
He then told her where Tang Mingmei's stall was located, adding that a pair of socks only cost a few cents, and that she probably couldn't earn more than two cents a day.
Li's mother was stunned for a moment, then immediately burst into laughter.
"Well, they've finally met their match. It's a miracle they're being treated this way."
"Serves her right. I made her not give me a grandson and divorce my son. Now she's reduced to selling socks at a street stall. She deserves it."
Seeing her mother's manic state, Li Baohua suddenly felt it was all meaningless. Telling them that Tang Mingmei wasn't doing well didn't seem to bring her any more happiness.
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