When Meng Zhao got home, she carefully counted the gifts she had sent out over the past few days. They were all quite expensive, and she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, wondering if they would be effective.
"Sister Meng, Sister Meng, we're back!" Several children from the neighborhood rushed up and surrounded Meng Zhao, making a lot of noise.
"I've sold out all ten packs for today!"
"Sister Meng, I took six packs today, and they've all been sold."
"When I went out today, I happened to come across a wedding celebration, and the wedding lady bought all five bags of fried pork cracklings that I had brought!"
Listening to their conversation, Meng Zhao smiled with satisfaction and praised them, "Really? You guys are so great! Go find Xiao Chuan and have him settle your bill. Also, check if you've made any mistakes in your calculations."
Making soap and bar soap requires a lot of lard, and the leftover lard residue is really hard to deal with. The braised pork offal shop is already short of space, and if we add another counter, we will lose two seats for customers.
Once, Meng Zhao saw Wei Jinglan teaching the children in the neighborhood, and on a whim, he went and bought some oil paper.
She sprinkled seasoning powder on the fried pork cracklings, wrapped them in oil paper and tied them up, and let the children take them out to sell in their spare time. She gave them one coin for each package sold.
When business is good, they can sell more than a dozen packs a day, which allows the children to earn some pocket money and also cultivates their business experience from a young age.
A few days after the gift boxes were sent out, Instructor Gu approached Shen Qinghe, looking rather embarrassed.
"Qinghe, do you still have that box of things you sent last time? Sigh, my wife used it twice and loved it so much that she took it out for a few relatives to try. Now, many relatives in the family have taken a liking to it and want it too. But don't worry, I certainly won't let you give it away for free. Just name your price, and I'll pay you."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qinghe respectfully replied, "Instructor Gu, you are too kind. We do have the items, but there are so many kinds and flavors that I can't tell them apart myself. I don't know what flavors the women in your family prefer. How about this: my sister-in-law has opened a shop on Qintai Street. It will open in three days. I heard from her that there will be many new products on the opening day. Why don't you let the women in your family go and have a look, so they can choose some that they like?"
Upon hearing this, Instructor Gu immediately nodded. As a teacher, he was already embarrassed enough to ask his students for things, and he didn't want to go back and forth exchanging money and gifts for such a small matter. If it weren't for his wife's constant nagging, he wouldn't have even asked for it.
After returning home, he told his wife the location of the shop and then stopped worrying about it.
As for Song Kun, upon arriving at the county school today, he immediately hugged Shen Qing and cried out, "Brother Shen, please save me! How much of that set of things you gave me is left?!"
Song Kun was a wealthy man in the county. He had five sisters from the same father, plus cousins, so many that he couldn't count them all.
Two days ago was his third sister's birthday, and he gave her a toiletries gift set. At first, his third sister scolded him for being sloppy, saying he would give her anything. Song Kun angrily said:
"If you don't want it, give it back to me. It was made by Sister Meng herself. Everything she makes is of good quality. If you don't want it, I'll use it myself."
Seeing that he was angry, his third sister said a few conciliatory words, saying that it would definitely work well.
At first, she looked down on the soap and only told her maid to use it to wash clothes. As a result, the washed clothes were full of floral fragrance, and even after two days, she could still smell the faint fragrance.
Only then did I start washing my hands with soap, and the result was that my hands had a faint lingering fragrance after washing with soap. Although it wasn't strong, it was exceptionally pleasant, as if it were coming from within my skin.
From then on, she fell completely in love with the box and used every last one of them.
A few days later, when she met with her sisters in the mansion, everyone praised her for her excellent complexion and even her hair, which looked much blacker and shinier.
I haven't been using the wood shaving water I used to regularly lately, but instead I've been using the shampoo and conditioner from that box. Could it be that it's also due to that?
At first, when others asked her, she kept it a secret, afraid that others would learn it too. Later, she accidentally let it slip that it was a birthday gift from Song Kun, which really got Song Kun into trouble.
Normally, his sisters wouldn't pay much attention to him, but now they all flocked to him.
Some said sarcastically, "Kun'er, we are siblings born of the same mother, yet you are so biased. I've really spoiled you for nothing."
Some pretended to be innocent and pitiful, saying, "Brother Kun, Third Sister said you are closest to her, and the things you give her are unique, while I have nothing. Didn't you say you were closest to me before?"
Some even resorted to physical coercion, waiting for Song Kun to finish school and cornering him against the wall, saying, "Since you gave Third Sister a set, you must give me a set too. If you don't, hmph, you know the consequences."
Song Kun burst into tears. Wasn't his fourth sister usually only interested in martial arts and never in things like cosmetics? Why was she joining in this time?
If I want one myself, I can just work at Sister Meng's shop for a couple of days and ask her to give me one.
But now that so many people want it, even if he stayed at the braised pork shop forever, he still wouldn't be able to collect enough. But if he said he would spend money to buy it, he was afraid of hurting Sister Meng's feelings. Helpless, he could only come to Shen Qinghe for help.
After hearing what Song Kun said, Shen Qinghe's lips curled up slightly, thinking to herself, "As long as you're willing to spend money, how could my sister-in-law be sad?"
However, he didn't say anything else, he just told Song Kun the address of the shop and the opening time, and let his family go to the shop to choose.
Upon hearing this news, Song Kun felt as if he had found a savior and hurriedly told his sisters at home that they had finally escaped a disaster.
On the opening day, Meng Zhao made many preparations. The decoration of the shop goes without saying; every part was designed with reference to modern skincare counters. She even put a lot of thought into the selection of the shop assistants.
After all, she sells personal care products, and in the future she will also sell skincare and cosmetics. The faces of the shop assistants are like a living signboard, directly affecting customers' first impression of the shop.
For this reason, Meng Zhao specially invited two young girls, Meng Jianqiu and Chen Jianxia, over. They had been eating and drinking well at her place and had gained a lot of weight. Their hair had also grown longer, and with a headscarf around their heads, it was impossible to tell that they had cut their hair before.
They recruited two young women in their early twenties. They didn't need them to have great figures or be beautiful; they just needed to look healthy, energetic, and have a good complexion.
In modern terms, she looks like someone who eats plenty of meat, eggs, and dairy, has regular menstrual cycles, an easy job, and a harmonious family life without any worries.
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