Wan Zhenzhen prepared to buy it immediately. These days, selling popsicles is the lowest-cost individual business activity. All you need is a bicycle and a metal box. After making the popsicles, as long as you can withstand the heat and endure the hardship, you can make money by selling one.

Wan Zhenzhen took out the ten or so yuan she had and prepared to ride her bike to buy popsicles. After school, she would go to the small gate of Zidi to compete with Qian Qing.

When she was about to leave, Mrs. Wang started to be sarcastic: "You have so much to do at home and yet you're running out. You're really a poor and uneducated person."

Wan Zhenzhen was holding her breath. Are you well-mannered? What good family background do you have? An orphan and a widow working as a worker, yet you are so proud!

But she finally held back her anger and told Mrs. Wang: "Mom, have you seen that? Qian Qing next door is making a lot of money selling popsicles. I see her pushing a tricycle to sell them every day, and I estimate that she makes dozens of dollars a day. I can't make up for the factory's workload now, and it's not a good idea to stay idle at home all day. So I thought I could go out and sell popsicles to make some money."

The Wang family lives next door to Qian Qing. How could old lady Wang not be jealous when she sees Qian Qing coming in and out?

But she was proud and thought it was shameful to be a self-employed person, so she often wentssiped with others downstairs and criticized Qian Qing.

"She made a scene right after she came in, just because Zhou Hao wasn't at home. Just wait and see, when Zhou Hao comes back, he will definitely give her a good beating!"

"As a self-employed person, he is so shameless that he wants to use the factory building as his storefront. He is so shameless."

"Women are always out and about, and who knows what might happen outside. Zhou Hao is also stupid, marrying a wife like this and then going on a business trip by himself without asking his mother to come over and watch over her."

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When she heard that her daughter-in-law also had the same idea, Old Lady Wang was instantly furious.

"What? You want to be a self-employed person? This house can't accommodate you anymore? Well, I knew you were good friends with the girl next door named Qian, and you are also learning those shady things from her, right?"

When the old lady scolded Qian Qing the other day, Wan Zhenzhen could only cheer in her heart. She also felt that Qian Qing was restless. After all, she had always been flirting with other male classmates before she got married.

But now being scolded by Old Lady Wang, Wan Zhenzhen felt helpless.

"Mom, our family is too tight to rely on Huazi's salary alone. It's okay for the adults. But I can't tell when I'll get pregnant. I can't let you and your grandson suffer with me, can I? I can sell some popsicles to help support the family. Besides, all the business income is given to Qian Qing, and we are also part of the oil field. I can go there once a day at noon and in the afternoon, and it won't interfere with cooking."

Wan Zhenzhen knew very well what to say in front of her family, and the topic about her grandson instantly hit Old Lady Wang's heart.

Yes, my daughter-in-law might get pregnant anytime soon. She has several hundred yuan in her hand now, but she can never spend too much on her grandson.

Anyway, this daughter-in-law is a nuisance at home, so just send her out to earn some money. She is right, all the benefits are given to Zhou Hao's family, and can Qian Qing be the only one to take charge of the entrance to the elementary school?

With her mother-in-law's approval, Wan Zhenzhen also applied for the right to use the family bicycle. She immediately took advantage of her free time in the afternoon to make popsicles.

When she got there, she realized that the box was broken. She didn't have it. After riding all the way under the scorching sun, Wan Zhenzhen was almost sunburned. She didn't want to go back, so she asked at the window if she could buy a second-hand one.

The clerk was also enthusiastic at this moment, and he would make several yuan from each second-hand sale. He had just sold several to Qian Qing a few days ago and tasted the sweetness. He was particularly easy to talk to at this moment.

"Ten yuan each, and they'll be padded with cardboard. You can also put some thick clothes in them when you get home. One box can hold a hundred."

Wan Zhenzhen didn't think it was expensive. After all, she was reborn decades later and was used to the prices in the future. She didn't think ten yuan was a big deal. But she only had eighteen yuan on her, ten of which were saved before marriage, and eight of which were secretly taken from Wang Hua's pocket. Wang Hua was a grown man and didn't know how much money he had in his pocket. Even if Wan Zhenzhen secretly took one or two yuan a day, he wouldn't notice.

"Can you make it cheaper? Even if you make a metal box yourself, it won't cost more than five dollars. Selling it for ten dollars is a bit too cruel."

The clerk immediately frowned. Can you talk? Can you talk? Who doesn't know that it only costs a few dollars to make a call? But aren't you waiting to use it? I'm not making a profit by selling it for five dollars a time!

"Do you want it? If not, forget it."

I won't serve you anymore.

Wan Zhenzhen thought about it for a while and decided not to ride her bike anymore. It was so sunny and if she went back to find someone to do it, she didn't know if she could sell it today.

"Give me one."

The clerk rolled his eyes. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You still want to buy it. Why don't you speak more nicely in the beginning?

"Comrade, can't it be cheaper?"

"cannot."

In fact, it was possible to sell it for one yuan cheaper. The cheapest price before was eight yuan. But now he didn't want to serve at all, so he sold it for ten yuan each.

Wan Zhenzhen paid ten dollars with a painful heart and exchanged it for a metal popsicle box.

She stared at the price list on the wall, looking at it bit by bit. Sometimes she thought it would be a good idea to buy some at all price ranges, but sometimes she was afraid that the prices would be too high and she would not be able to sell them.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind: "Give me twenty salt water popsicles, ten red beans and ten green beans."

Cheap ones sell better, and she doesn’t have much money, so she’ll try it this way first.

After eating the popsicles, Wan Zhenzhen rode away panting. Not long after, Qian Qing also came on her tricycle.

Apart from the first two busy days, Qian Qing is now very familiar with the job and has gained some experience.

She was wearing a dress, but on her arms she had a pair of long sun sleeves cut out of her autumn clothes. She had an umbrella on the handlebars, covering her head, face and lower body. There was also a small rattan basket next to the handlebars for a water bottle.

The clerk laughed when he saw her like this. He had seen people who were afraid of the sun, but he had never seen anyone so afraid of it. The key point was that she was so afraid of the sun but still wanted to do business. She suffered more than some men.

"Come on, what do you want to order today?"

Qian Qing rode the tricycle to a cool place, opened the kettle and took two gulps.

"Give me 400 salt water popsicles, red bean and green bean popsicles for 100 each, orange and grape popsicles for 100 each, and the milk popsicles for 20 cents each, give me 50."

She posted the notice, and over the past two days, people have been coming to buy, usually in batches of ten or twenty. Some have asked for delivery, but not many.

The main reason is that she can't be separated from her work now. Originally, the business at the school gate was good because it took up a short period of time, just two hours in the afternoon. But now, with the people in the compound buying and delivering goods, Qian Qing felt that she was unable to split her time.

She couldn't just abandon the stall and go deliver the goods. She had been worried about this for the past two days, wondering if she should hire someone to help her share the burden.

"Don't you want the 50-cent milk?"

Qian Qing also wants it. She is running a stall now, and the most important thing is to have a complete range of goods. She can sell out of something, but she cannot be out of stock.

"Give me ten."

It’s better to sell a little at a time. At worst, you can sell them at a discount in the end.

Qian Qing generously gave out eight big group purchases. Now she buys in dozens of pieces, sometimes hundreds of pieces. Naturally, she earns a lot, and Qian Qing feels excited when she counts the money.

She is now considered a big customer. After the clerk calculated the discounted price for her, he handed her back a big coupon and several bills. The price he gave her was almost the lowest price in the whole factory.

The clerk lent a hand and helped her move the things onto the tricycle. Qian Qing modified the tricycle, laying a thick blanket underneath, stacking nearly ten boxes of popsicles in the middle, stuffing some small cotton blankets on the sides, and a thick blanket on top.

By keeping the heat in this way, a cart of popsicles can last two hours longer than before.

Qian Qing took a popsicle and put it in the empty cup, tightening the lid. It was too hot on the way. The dog days were about to end, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. She put the cup with the popsicle in the rattan basket so that she could use it to cool her red cheeks on the way.

After saying goodbye to the clerk and leaving, Qian Qing thought that the few dollars she had wasted were well worth it.

She spent ten yuan a popsicle box here, which was a good deal. It was a bit expensive, but the clerk had a profit, and it would be more convenient for her in the future. Not to mention the long distance, every time she took the popsicles, she would help to pick them out roughly to avoid some broken ones mixed in.

Qian Qing hummed a song as she rode her tricycle to Zidi Primary School. She had calculated the time well in the past few days and always managed to arrive ten minutes before school was over.

After arriving, she simply unloaded a few of the boxes and put them inside the house, and put the others outside to sell.

Everything was ready. She took a 20-cent milk popsicle and went to greet the security guard.

The words of the female teacher last time also made her alert. She has been extra careful when selling popsicles recently. She doesn't even dare to put them in the tricycle, for fear that they will bump into these precious students.

Now they have even put a long table here and used chalk to draw a queue path on the ground for the students to line up, to prevent accidents caused by crowding.

I would also give one or two to the security guard from time to time, so that if anything really happened, I could ask him for help.

This time was different. As soon as she got there, the security guard looked at her like he was facing a formidable enemy and said, "Just now I saw a woman pushing a popsicle cart over here. She might come here to sell popsicles after school."

Qian Qing was a little puzzled: "Didn't they say we can't sell it at the door?"

The guard waved his hands and said, "It seems that they said they will not take care of it anymore, but I don't know if that's true."

Qian Qing secretly felt troubled in her heart. She was afraid of such vague statements. The leaders above would give a vague instruction, and the people below would either let go of everything or ban everything.

Seeing the guard's condition, I'm afraid he won't dare to do anything for a while.

But Qian Qing didn't feel that much pressure. She had a fixed location and could sell at a low price. If the popsicle cart also sold at this price, it would be a bit of a loss. There were 100 popsicles in a box. They could only make 5 yuan by selling them at school, and 10 yuan by selling them at other places. Selling popsicles was a hard job, and it was not easy at all. Those who ran around under the scorching sun were people who could endure hardships. People who could endure hardships were not afraid of being tired, but they were afraid of losing money.

Before the school bell rang, Qian Qing saw the "woman pushing a popsicle cart".

Wan Zhenzhen's forehead was covered with sweat, and her hair was stuck to her forehead, all the loose hair was wet. She didn't know where she had hit herself, but she was limping.

They both saw each other, Qian Qing looked away and sneered. She had never targeted Wan Zhenzhen, even though Wan Zhenzhen tied her up and made her angry, she didn't think she should do anything to Wan Zhenzhen.

Harming others for personal gain is a thing that has no end once it has begun. She doesn't want to become like Wan Zhenzhen, as long as she is strong enough to crush every conspiracy. If you think about it from another perspective, harming others is also a form of "harming yourself" to a certain extent. If you don't focus on managing yourself all day long and just follow others, you will waste your life over time. Isn't this another way of wasting your life?

"Dingling——"

The school bell rang and a large group of students rushed out.