It's much less than Wang Junjun's.
The aroma of simmering meat jelly in the courtyard was so enticing that it made people drool.
Miao Qingsong and Miao Wang sniffed around eagerly, waiting to receive their payment.
Lin Mo used this as an excuse to ask Xiao Hua for 75 yuan first.
Bill, please!
Wow! We're rich!
When they actually received the money, Miao Qingsong and Miao Wang were as excited as squeaking chickens, jumping around wildly in the yard.
Their parents were still learning how to make aspic from Aunt Lin when they saw their child behaving so badly.
They couldn't help but squint, while feeling a surge of joy in their hearts.
How could I not be happy when I've made money and actually have some?
"Ah Jun, you don't have anything else to do tonight, right? If not, let's keep peeling them until we reach twenty pounds, how about that?"
Lin Mo hoped that he could sell 40 jin of pine nuts to the village chief first thing tomorrow morning.
70 yuan per jin, 40 jin would be 2800!
No matter what, we have to marry Xiaoxiao as soon as possible.
The world is not so peaceful, which makes people feel insecure.
The village chief's connections may be smooth in the near future, but it's hard to say what will happen in the future.
After all, the label of speculation and profiteering is still being slapped on people everywhere.
In short, the goal is to make money as quickly as possible, the more the better.
If I marry Xiaoxiao and save up some capital, everything will be easier for me in the future.
Seeing that his cousins had already received their money, Wang Junjun figured that since he was going home to sleep anyway, making money was definitely a better option than sleeping.
"Don't mention twenty pounds, thirty pounds is fine too."
Lured by money, Wang Junjun became arrogant again.
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