The next day, Fang Zhiyi still got up very early, which surprised the Fang family, because everyone heard him banging in the room until late at night, and they didn't expect that he could get up so early.
As soon as Fang Zhiyi went out, Fang's parents and Grandpa Fang followed behind, and Fang's eldest brother and his wife went to work.
They watched from afar as Fang Zhiyi started to set up his stall. He then gave some instructions to a few hooligans, who then dispersed. After a while, more people appeared on the road, and those hooligans also came over from various directions.
"The inventor from yesterday is here again!" Someone pointed at Fang Zhiyi in an exaggerated manner.
"Hurry up and see what's available today! I didn't get anything yesterday!"
"The things he makes are very useful and save money!"
Although the acting and lines were exaggerated, these words still attracted a lot of people's attention.
People gathered in front of Fang Zhiyi's stall.
"What is this for?" Fang's mother asked in confusion.
Father Fang snorted, "What else can we do? Find his cronies to act as his scapegoats!"
"Dad..." Sister Fang called softly.
Father Fang waved his hand: "You go to work first."
Sister Fang nodded and left. Before leaving, she looked at Fang Zhiyi's stall again, with a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. It would be great if her younger brother could really do business.
"Old man, what should we do? Should we send the third child away?" Seeing that more and more people were gathering in front of the stall, Fang's mother panicked. She didn't know whether what her son was doing was illegal or not.
Father Fang looked at him for a while and shook his head: "Let's go, you little bastard!"
That day, Fang Zhiyi came home carrying a piece of meat. His eldest brother and sister-in-law, who had just entered the house with him, saw him and had different expressions on their faces.
"Third brother, where did you get the money?" Brother Fang asked.
Fang Zhiyi didn't hesitate: "I won it by gambling."
"You're gambling again!" Li Cuixia looked confused.
Father Fang came out from the inner room and said, "What nonsense! He earns all day by setting up a stall."
"Really?" Brother Fang looked at Fang Zhiyi with some suspicion.
Fang Zhiyi curled his lips: "What does it matter whether it's true or not? You don't believe it anyway." When he saw the girl who was doing handicrafts with her head down, his expression immediately changed.
"Sister! I want to discuss something with you."
Sister Fang was a little flustered. She had also figured it out. She probably had wronged her younger brother and was blaming herself at the moment. Fang Zhiyi's sudden affection made her feel a little uneasy.
"What, what?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at her cowardly appearance and slapped her mistress in her heart. You know, this sister married an old man for Fang Zhiyi, and later she had a miscarriage due to long-term domestic violence and eventually became mentally ill.
"I have a business, sister, and I need your help." Fang Zhiyi was as sincere as possible.
Sister Fang turned her head slightly and looked at him, as if judging the truthfulness of his words.
After a while: "What business?"
Fang Zhiyi looked around and whispered something in her ear.
Sister Fang's expression changed from confusion to agitation, and she finally grabbed Fang Zhiyi and asked, "Really?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded: "Really." Isn't that true? He has never touched it before. As he spoke, Fang Zhiyi dragged over a big bag, which was full of scraps of cloth and wool that he had collected the day before.
"Well, then your invention..." Sister Fang thought of what Fang Zhiyi had sold before.
Fang Zhiyi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That can't be done. Individuals like us can't get goods from factories, and we can only find so much at scrap yards. I've made a profit, and the rest depends on you, sister."
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