Chapter 469 The Sorrow of the Shopkeeper
Qin Mengjie took a bath towel and wiped Qibao.
During this time, the two little guys kept humming.
The old lady and Qin Mengjie were still a little soft-hearted, but when they heard Jian Qingyi say that overwork would affect the physical development of the two little ones, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law immediately gave up the idea of persuading Jian Qingyi to let the two little ones play for a while longer.
Perhaps they felt that humming was useless, so Ruibao and Qibao gradually stopped humming after putting on their clothes.
"Come, give me a hug from godfather..." Zhou Chenfeng smiled and stretched out his hand to Ruibao.
Ruibao pounced forward with his little fleshy arms stretched out.
Holding the white, tender and soft baby in his arms, Zhou Chenfeng's iron heart was almost softened by the little guy.
"Call me godfather..." Zhou Chenfeng lowered his head to tease the little guy in his arms.
The muscles and bones of babies over four months old are not yet fully developed, and forcing them to stand or sit for a long time may affect their bone health.
Zhou Chenfeng carefully supported the little guy's waist and back, for fear of hurting him.
"Oh oh..." The little guy pouted his lips, frowned, and responded seriously.
"Tell godfather, are you Ruibao or Qibao?"
"oh oh……"
"You are Ruibao!"
"Who is Qibao?"
"oh oh……"
One big and one small, asking questions and answering them.
When Lu Yaozong and Lu Yujing, father and son, came back, they saw Zhou Chenfeng and Ruibao chatting on the double sofa.
Qi Bao was lazily blowing bubbles in the old man's arms.
Jian Qingyi, Lu Xingning, and Lu Xingqing were huddled on the sofa, talking about something. As they talked, the aunts and sisters-in-law were laughing.
The old lady and Qin Mengjie were knitting sweaters nearby.
Looking at the pattern, color and size, you can tell it was knitted for the two little ones.
Ever since Jian Qingyi found out she was pregnant, the old lady and Qin Mengjie had been knitting little sweaters, little trousers, little scarves, little gloves whenever they had free time...
The two large drawers in the baby's room closet were already filled to the brim.
that's all……
The old lady and Qin Mengjie would always hold on to their needlework whenever they had free time.
Seeing Ruibao smiling like a flower in Zhou Chenfeng's arms, Lu Yujing, the unloved old father, felt so sad!
"Didn't I tell you to come back early?" Zhou Chenfeng looked up and started complaining when he heard the familiar footsteps.
"I'm not as idle as you." Lu Yujing went straight to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Lu Yaozong followed closely behind.
after all……
If you don’t wash your hands, you won’t be able to hold your two little grandchildren.
Seeing her husband and son coming back, Qin Mengjie quickly put down her needlework and went to make tea for the father and son.
When the father and son washed their hands and came out, tea was served.
"Uncle Lu, Yu Jing, it's your loss that you didn't see my two godsons swimming today." Zhou Chenfeng patted the little guy in his arms.
Maybe he was tired from playing, Ruibao's big eyes like black grapes were too sleepy to open.
Seeing this, Qin Mengjie quickly reached out to take the little guy and carried him back to the house.
Qibao, who was in the old man's arms, was also taken over by the old lady.
"You said Ruibao and Qibao can swim?" Why did Lu Yaozong seem so unconvinced?
The two little guys are smart and have good physical fitness, but it’s impossible for them to be able to swim in just over four months!
Lu Yujing didn't say anything, looking like he was saying, "Let me see how you brag."
"Yes, Uncle Lu, you didn't see it. My godson's little arms were paddling so nimbly, and his little legs were kicking so vigorously." Zhou Chenfeng gestured excitedly with his hands.
"Is this true?" Lu Yaozong looked at the old man sitting on the sofa with some disbelief.
The old man nodded with great satisfaction.
The old man didn't expect that the little guy, who was so tiny, could be so brave. Not only did he not cry or make a fuss after entering the water, he also happily paddled with his little feet.
It is absolutely true that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a mouse that can dig holes.
The old man once again expressed his affirmation of his grandson's vision in his heart.
Lu Yaozong felt very regretful. If he had known that his grandson was going to swim today, he would have come back earlier.
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Lu Yaozong is not the only one who regrets this moment.
Xingsheng clothing store
Sun Qiang was lying on a small bed made of wooden boards in the cubicle, staring blankly at the spider web in the corner of the ceiling.
Maybe it was because the weather was too hot, the pea-sized spider lay lazily on the spider web, not moving at all.
The store has been open for a month.
Sun Qiang sat at the counter every day, waiting for great unity to float towards him like snowflakes.
He waited and waited, and waited...
A month passed in a flash.
If I’m lucky, I can sell three or five skirts a day.
I make ten yuan for a skirt, and thirty or fifty yuan for three or five skirts.
I was unlucky and couldn’t open for two or three days.
But no matter whether the store is open or not, and whether the clothes can be sold or not, the rent of eight dollars a day is there.
Including water, electricity, living expenses and miscellaneous expenses, it costs at least eleven or twelve yuan a day.
Beijing is a big city with a high standard of living.
A handful of green vegetables, one cent.
A piece of tofu costs 1.5 cents.
…
No matter how much you save, the money in your pocket will decrease day by day.
In the nearly two months since they came to Beijing, they have only eaten meat once.
Sun Qiang sold five skirts in one go that morning. He was so happy that he asked his wife to buy a pound of meat to make dumplings.
But in a month, there is only one day like that.
Sun Qiang became more and more doubtful about his choice.
If he hadn't been jealous of Jian Qingyi, if he hadn't come to Beijing, if...
Is he still drinking wine and eating braised pork at this moment?!
"Sister, do you want to see my skirt?" Sun Xiaolan's enthusiastic voice came from outside.
"Look." Then came the voice of a middle-aged woman.
Sun Qiang pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the noise outside.
"Sister, these are our new dresses, they will look good on you." Sun Xiaolan said sweetly.
"How much is this skirt?" asked the middle-aged woman.
"Sixty." Sun Xiaolan's voice was soft and gentle.
"Sixty!?" The middle-aged woman's voice rose several degrees.
Obviously very unhappy with the price.
"Your store is really shady. You dare to ask for sixty for this fabric."
"Sister, why don't you try it first? If you like it, we can give you a discount..." Sun Xiaocao hurriedly spoke to smooth things over.
The purchase price of this skirt was forty, and it was originally sold for fifty.
There has been no business for several days recently, and Sun Xiaolan was anxious, so she thought of selling at a higher price.
Who knew that the middle-aged woman was a connoisseur.
"With your price, I don't dare to try it." The middle-aged woman put down the dress and was about to leave.
"Sister, if you like it, I can calculate it forty-eight for you. Is that okay with you?" Sun Xiaocao said hurriedly.
There was only one customer coming in today, and Sun Xiaocao really didn't want to let him go.
"Forty-eight?! Don't you shop owners ever go out shopping?" the middle-aged woman laughed.
"Just this skirt, at the night market, they sell it for 35 yuan a piece. They have as many as you want, and they have a lot of colors and patterns, unlike here where you only have a few colors and patterns."
"And this shirt, it's six dollars at the night market. In the afternoon, the shouting can be heard from several nearby streets."
After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she turned and left.
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