Wan Zhenzhen learned from her experience at noon this time and spent another ten yuan to buy a box of popsicles. She also bought the best goods, but she didn't have enough money on her, so she had to buy 160 salt water popsicles in the end, and took the rest of the red and green bean popsicles.

She understood clearly that although she only earned more than four yuan after working hard for a while at noon, this was to strike a blow to Qian Qing. As long as Qian Qing's business failed, she could just raise the price, right?

By then, it will be just her family, and she can order as much as she wants.

Moreover, she had another extravagant hope in her heart: if Qian Qing encountered setbacks in selling popsicles, would she really get the reward as the system said?

So she worked extra hard today, with two popsicle boxes tied to each side, and she could barely hold the handlebars. She pushed the bike forward with difficulty, sweating all over her face as she pushed it to the school gate. She took one of the popsicle boxes off and put it on the ground before she had time to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Qian's mother started to get angry, but with her temper she couldn't say anything unpleasant. She just gasped in anger.

Qian Qing smiled and advised her: "She only came here to sell today, and she sells cheaply while I sell expensively, so I will definitely make more than her. Don't be angry, it's not worth it."

That's true. She bought nearly 1,500 popsicles this morning and afternoon. If she sold them all, she would make over a hundred dollars today. Wan Zhenzhen could only make a few dollars at most from a stall. Could she see that?

However, when she stared at Wan Zhenzhen's two boxes of popsicles, she suddenly remembered something.

"Mom, please help me draw a line here!"

Qian Qing found a snakeskin bag used as a box cushion in the house and found a pair of scissors to cut it into thin strips. She pulled two thin strips back from the edge of the long table and tied one side to a small bush with a rubber band.

A three-meter passageway was left for one person, one side long and the other short. The popsicle seller entered from this end, and two people stood behind the long table, one collecting money and the other handing out popsicles.

She had thought about this method before, but she didn't do it because she was alone and it took too much time to collect money and get popsicles. Her mother came just in time, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to go in so many places by herself.

This day seemed to be particularly hot. The students who ran out of school after school ran so fast. It was so hot. How could they not have a popsicle in such weather?

Wan Zhenzhen had already started shouting at the top of her lungs, and each sound was as annoying as the chirping of cicadas.

When Qian's mother looked over, she happened to meet Wan Zhenzhen's smug eyes, and her mind suddenly went numb. This girl from the Wan family was not like this before. Could it be that, as Qingqing said, this family is just pretending?

Qian Qing looked at her mother's complicated expression, but was thinking about how to add fuel to the fire.

It's not that she is harsh, but people are always easy to be tolerant of those who are in trouble. Wan Zhenzhen's father is a worker, usually taciturn and not talkative, and Wan's mother has been taking medicine all year round because of her health problems after giving birth to her son. The two families have been neighbors for so long, her father is face-conscious, and her mother is a soft-hearted person. If she is not allowed to see Wan Zhenzhen's true face, she will inevitably be coaxed into giving gifts to the Wan family again when she returns.

The golden crows falling to the west did not lower the temperature. Instead, the heat that had been accumulated for the whole afternoon seemed to explode. Wan Zhenzhen was so busy that she had no time to shout out the goods, and a large group of children rushed to Qian Qing's place again.

The simple line that Qian Qing had pulled just happened to work, and the little kids lined up one by one. Qian Qing collected money while Qian's mother handed popsicles to the children. They entered through the small path and took the popsicles out from the other side. It was orderly and fast. It was much easier than Qian Qing's usual work. And because the sales were fast, many people came to buy. It didn't take long to clear out the four boxes.

It wasn't so easy for Wan Zhenzhen. She sold the goods cheaply, and there were so many children surrounding her that it was almost impossible to get any room.

Wan Zhenzhen forgot to collect the money, and then gave the wrong popsicle. She was in a panic and had to hold on to her bicycle for fear that the same thing would happen again.

By the time she had sold all the popsicles, she looked like she had been pulled out of a puddle. She was soaked all over, and even her hair was wet and stuck to her scalp.

She glanced at Qian Qing's apparently deserted stall, and felt as if she had won a huge victory.

When most people had left the school gate, she pushed her bike to the stall.

She pretended to greet Qian's mother: "Aunt Qian is here too? I was busy selling popsicles just now and didn't come over. There are too many students. They looked like they wanted to eat me alive. Hey, Qian Qing, why did you only get four or five boxes today? Is business slow?"

Qian's mother's face was livid. In Wan Zhenzhen's eyes, this expression was proof that Qian Qing's business was not good today. She was so happy that she wished she could grow a pair of wings and fly away.

Qian Qing glanced at her with a half-smile and pulled open the drawer of the long table.

Wan Zhenzhen's eyes moved over and she froze in place instantly...

Money, all money.

A drawer was filled with colorful banknotes. Qian Qing pulled Qianmu together and sorted the banknotes according to their denominations.

Sometimes actions speak louder than words. At least Wan Zhenzhen was stunned by the drawer full of banknotes.

She knew Qian Qing earned a lot, but who knew she could earn so much!

A rough estimate is that this drawer costs more than a hundred yuan!

This is just her sales for this afternoon!

Wan Zhenzhen walked away with a stiff face. Qian Qing chuckled softly, and that laugh sounded like a bolt from the blue to Wan Zhenzhen's ears.

Wan Zhenzhen's eyes turned red with anger and her heart was filled with frustration.

Wan Zhenzhen was not happy even when she counted the money after she got home. She earned more than five dollars from the things she bought in the afternoon, and including the money she bought at noon, she earned ten dollars for the whole day.

Ten yuan is not a small amount of money. If she works steadily for a dozen more days until autumn, she can earn more than a hundred yuan.

But with Qian Qing as a comparison, Wan Zhenzhen no longer thinks so.

It took me more than ten days of hard work to earn back the money I earned after breaking my leg, but Qian Qing could earn it in just one day!

No matter how you look at it, I'm the loser, and Qian Qing is far behind me.

Wan Zhenzhen was unwilling to accept this. They all came from the same alley and building. What difference did she make from Qian Qing? As for being suppressed by her for two lifetimes?

She just got lucky because she started her business early and had a tricycle and made a lot of money.

Can't she just get a tricycle?

Wan Zhenzhen's eyes lit up, that's it!

She also went to get a tricycle, who is afraid of who!

Wan Zhenzhen took the money she earned today and went to lobby her mother-in-law: "Mom, look, this is the money I earned today. I'm giving it all to you. I'll buy you some meat tomorrow. It's also a way for me, a disappointing daughter-in-law, to show my filial piety."

Old lady Wang was flattered by her flattery. Although she didn't know why this daughter-in-law who had always been quiet and cunning had changed today, she was still happy to have money. She was originally worried about how to ask her for the money, but now she gave it to her herself, which showed that she had some brains.

A little more cursory: "Why is it only ten dollars?"

That shouldn't be the case. You can make ten yuan from selling a box of popsicles on the popsicle cart. My daughter-in-law made two trips today, so she should have brought back at least twenty yuan.

Wan Zhenzhen looked aggrieved: "Isn't it that Qian Qing sold it at a low price? Is it the only way I can lower the price? This is all I earned."

Old Lady Wang was not satisfied: "Why don't you sell it somewhere else? I think the things sold on the streets are expensive. Why don't you ride your bike around?"

Wan Zhenzhen didn't want to go. It was so tiring to walk around the streets, and she had to shout under the scorching sun. It was so embarrassing. She just sold at the school gate. Although it was a bit tiring to buy goods, it was also fast to sell. She sold out in less than half an hour, and she didn't have to keep shouting.

"Mom, this is what I think. Look, I made so much money from selling two times today, one hundred and two hundred. Do you think I could make more if I got a tricycle like Qian Qing? Didn't you see how lively the little tricycle was? All the kids came to buy. I could sell a thousand in one afternoon! Think about it, a thousand. I can make five yuan for a hundred and fifty for a thousand! I can make a hundred in a day! I can earn back the money from the tricycle in less than two days."

Mrs. Wang was very tempted, but she felt something was wrong as she listened: "You mean... you want me to buy you a tricycle?"

Wan Zhenzhen didn't dare to respond, and smiled: "How can I do that? Lend me one hundred and fifty yuan! I'll return it in one day!"

Old lady Wang spat, "What a waste of your mother's money! You want to borrow? Is the money in the house yours? Borrow? You live in my son's house and eat the food my son earns. Shouldn't you give me the money you earn from your business? When you say borrow, you mean you earn the money but don't give it to me, right? Then I will give you a shit tricycle! No way! If you want to do business, just use your own money to pay for it. Don't try to cheat me out of my money!"

Wan Zhenzhen was so shocked that her head was covered with blood and tears started to fall from her eyes.

Old Mrs. Wang got angry when she saw her like this: "You keep crying! I think you want to ruin our family's fortune. Where do all those tears come from? Aren't you just looking at me to make people say how I treated you unfairly? If you don't want to go out and sell popsicles, stay home! Hurry up and give me a grandson, and stop acting pitiful!"

Wan Zhenzhen had no choice but to cook obediently, but Qian's mother next door was stunned.

"Qingqing, is Wan Zhenzhen's mother-in-law just like this?"

Qian Qing nodded. Not to mention, someone like Wan Zhenzhen would be in big trouble if she met Ma Qiuju. If it were another old lady with a weak will, she would have been drunk by Wan Zhenzhen's love potion long ago.

“It’s not easy for her either.”

Qian Qing saw that her mother softened again and smiled immediately.

"Mom, let me make a bet with you."

"What?"

"Tomorrow Wan Zhenzhen will definitely be able to push a tricycle to sell popsicles, do you believe it?"

Qian's mother didn't believe it. Didn't she hear Wan Zhenzhen next door being scolded and crying? How could she get a tricycle under such circumstances?

Qian Qing: "If you don't believe me, just watch with your eyes wide open tomorrow."

At noon the next day, under the scorching sun and under the astonished gaze of Qian's mother, Wan Zhenzhen rode a half-new tricycle loaded with popsicles to the small gate of the house.