Yu Qiuying closed the shop door before taking out the purse containing the money, and the two began counting the money.
The bag of money looked like a lot, but it was mostly five or one cents, with some one or two cents, and even a dozen or so small bills.
The two counted the money, which came to a total of 268.55 yuan.
Zhou Cailian was stunned. "So much money..."
Just this morning, it cost over two hundred!
That would amount to several thousand a month!
Thinking of this, Zhou Cailian's heart started racing.
Yu Qiuying didn't think it was a lot. "It's not much. It's the first day of business today, and your sister Yuping and Aunt Jiang brought people to support us. After deducting costs, labor, rent, electricity, etc., we can only make about a hundred yuan in profit."
Even if she only earned a little over a hundred yuan, Zhou Cailian felt it was a lot.
That's a day's worth of money!
Those factory workers only earn a dozen or so yuan a day!
The next day, Yu Qiuying took out the dried radish for the guests to try, and that same day, some guests asked if the dried radish was for sale.
Yu Qiuying had already packed them into small jars last night, a total of twenty jars, and sold them for two yuan each.
As she expected, the dried radish was exceptionally popular.
Fifteen cans were sold in just one morning.
Seeing how well the dried radish was selling, Zhou Cailian felt a pang of regret. "If I had known, we should have brought more jars of dried radish. Mom, I remember you made more than a dozen jars of dried radish before the New Year. Won't they spoil if you leave them at home like this?"
“We don’t have any left at home. We ate two jars at home, gave two jars to your Aunt Xiuying’s family, and also to your Aunt Qiu’s family, your maternal grandmother’s family, and your aunts’ families. We brought the remaining two jars with us,” Yu Qiuying said without changing her expression.
Actually, she made more than a dozen jars of dried radish, a total of twenty-eight jars, but she didn't let Cailian know; they're all in her spatial dimension.
She said to Zhou Cailian, "After I finish this, I'll go to the market to buy some radishes and make a little more."
Zhou Cailian agreed wholeheartedly, "We should make more; many customers love to eat it."
Her income decreased day by day over the next few days, but she still made at least 150 yuan a day. Zhou Cailian was a very easily satisfied person, and she was content with this stable income every day.
"Boom!" Lightning ripped across the sky, and raindrops pelted down, quickly becoming denser.
Zhou Cailian quickly closed the shop door a little. The ground was wet, and she finally understood what the humid weather in Dongguan was like.
The ground has been damp since the day before yesterday, and the weather has been unusually muggy these past two days. Today, with the rain, the muggy feeling has dissipated somewhat.
"Mom, with this heavy rain, there probably won't be many guests coming out for breakfast today," Zhou Cailian said, her brows furrowing as she looked at the raging wind and rain outside.
Yu Qiuying remained calm, saying, "It's alright, we'll sell as many as we can. Any unsold stock won't spoil in the freezer."
The rain lasted for more than an hour, and it only gradually subsided around 7 p.m.
It was only then that customers started to come in one after another. To Yu Qiuying and Zhou Cailian's surprise, several customers came to take away food, and one customer even ordered fifteen boxes of fried rice noodles.
This was the first time Zhou Cailian had received 100 yuan. Without thinking much about it, she took the money and was about to put it in her bag to give the customer change.
Just then, a shadow fell over me, and then someone snatched the hundred-yuan note from my hand.
She was startled, looked up, and saw Qin Yang.
Qin Yang glanced at it twice, then expressionlessly handed the money to the customer, saying, "This money is fake."
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