The second week at school passed quickly. Shang Tao did the math and found that he had sold about two-thirds of the stickers and softcovers. After deducting the cost, he had made more than 200 yuan, and it looked like he could make another 200 yuan.
Finally, since some of the unsold items will inevitably go to waste, you can keep them for yourself or give them to close friends.
This money is enough to make Er Ye and Shang Tao happy.
Being young, they quickly stopped worrying about Wang Guixiang and instead happily looked forward to their older sister leading them to continue making money.
Unbeknownst to them, their eldest sister was already on the verge of exploding with rage.
Ever since that guess, Yang Wanwan has been paying special attention to Yang Dali and Cao Xinchun's words and actions.
Through careful observation, Yang Wanwan discovered some unusual things, but these were not enough to prove that Yang Dali and Cao Xinchun had any ill intentions towards her and her brother.
On the contrary, Yang Dali, as the village head, held considerable authority in Fuxing Reservoir Village.
Yang Dali is the child of Yang's grandfather's first wife, but he takes great care of his half-brother Yang Jinqiang's three daughters. As the village head, he always tries his best to get the three siblings any kind of minimum living allowance or hardship subsidy available in the village.
The villagers had no objection to this, and they all felt that Yang Dali was genuinely good to his siblings.
Moreover, the siblings continued to attend school, and the villagers all assumed that Yang Dali was secretly subsidizing them. After all, in other families, even if Er Ye and Shang Tao didn't say anything, Yang Wanwan would definitely have to drop out of school.
Yang Dali just smiled at the villagers' speculations and said, "Their parents are gone, so it's only natural for me, as their uncle, to help them go to school."
Therefore, everyone in the village praised Yang Dali and his wife as great philanthropists.
Yang Dali and Cao Xinchun had four children.
The eldest son, Yang Qingchun, became mentally impaired after an illness when he was young. Fortunately, he was not completely mentally impaired; he just didn't like to talk, rarely went out, and often locked himself at home.
It's said that he became mentally impaired because he didn't receive timely medical attention. At the time, Yang Dali was busy with flood relief efforts for the collective good, and Cao Xinchun had also fallen ill, which prevented the otherwise healthy Yang Qingchun from being taken to the hospital in time. Therefore, in a sense, Yang Qingchun's mental impairment was a result of Yang Dali sacrificing his own family for the greater good.
This touched the villagers deeply.
The second son, Yang Qingxia, is already married and living a good life.
My daughter, Yang Yilin, is gentle and generous. She works in the county and is married well.
The third son, Yang Qingqiu, is an undergraduate student and is said to be a member of the student union. Everyone in the village speaks highly of him.
Therefore, this family is a very good family in the village, and a family that deserves everyone's respect.
If you said they colluded with Wang Guixiang to try to sell Yang Wanwan and Erye, the villagers would never believe it.
If Yang Wanwan and Er Ye really ended up in that situation, the villagers would only lament that the siblings were too unlucky, wondering why they had encountered things that others hadn't.
But are there really such coincidences in the world?
Yang Wanwan didn't believe it.
Before you knew it, it was the weekend and school was out for break.
Yang Wanwan prepared the goods for tomorrow's market a few days ago. It was very simple: homemade cold dishes.
Local residents have never had the habit of eating cold dishes. At most, they might make a cold salad of cucumber or chili peppers, but they never make cold meat dishes; they always eat it hot.
With economic development, the flow of goods between the north and south, and the mutual influence of lifestyles, cold dishes began to appear on the market, such as kelp and seaweed, while meat dishes were mostly pork head meat and chicken feet.
Cold dishes are reasonably priced and still represent face to some extent, often used to entertain guests, so they sell quite well.
Since Yang Wanwan and her friends lacked the resources and capital to source ingredients, they came up with a solution: to make their own cold dishes.
She prepared six dishes: cold radish salad, fern fern, kelp strips, green beans, chili peppers, and cucumber. Each dish was chopped into small pieces and served on a small plate for the guests to enjoy. She also prepared some toothpicks made from bamboo for guests to use.
When we arrived at the market at 6:30, there were already many people. Locals always go to the market very early, and the crowd disperses around 9:00.
The three quickly set up their stall. Except for fixed stalls, which require greeting the market management and paying a small fee, mobile stalls do not require any procedures or money. As long as they can occupy a spot, they can set up their stalls anywhere.
They carried three stools, set up the table, and placed a basin containing cold dishes on it.
As usual, Yang Wanwan wrote a few big characters on a piece of cardboard: "Spicy and refreshing cold dishes, one yuan per pound, try before you buy."
Next to the cold dish stall, there was another spot where unsold stickers and soft pastries were left to continue being sold.
With everything ready, the three siblings started shouting.
The vegetable vendor next to them exclaimed in admiration, "Whose daughters are you? You're so capable!"
Because of the "try before you buy" option, we managed to attract some customers, and by the time the market was about to close, we had sold about twenty jin (40 catties). Although it wasn't much, the cost was low, so it was a small profit, which was better than just sitting around and doing nothing.
Suddenly I heard people talking.
"Have you heard? The town police station posted a notice saying that anyone with information about Wang Guixiang trafficking women and children can go and report it."
"real?"
"Wang Guixiang and her family members were taken away by the Public Security Bureau."
"Many people have been called in for questioning by the Public Security Bureau."
"That damned Wang Guixiang! She's making money through wicked means!"
“I knew it. Wang San’s daughter hasn’t come back for the past few years. Wang San even said that his daughter had a good job and earned a lot of money. It turns out that she was forced to do those dirty things.”
"Wang Guixiang is such a scourge!"
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As she was thinking about this, Yang Wanwan looked up and saw a very handsome young man standing in front of her stall.
The boy had a buzz cut and was the same height as Yang Wanwan.
Despite wearing an inexpensive white T-shirt, his dashing appearance remained undiminished.
The boy said, "Wanwan, let's go to the police station too."
Yang Wanwan was stunned for a moment before she realized that the handsome young man in front of her was none other than Pan the Mute.
Since returning from Shenzhen, Yang Wanwan has frequently sent Shang Tao to deliver food and books to Pan the Mute, but she herself has never seen Pan the Mute again.
Pan the Mute got a haircut and grew much taller than when Yang Wanwan first saw him; he was now a little taller than Yang Wanwan.
He looks much more energetic.
In just over two months, Pan the Mute had undergone a complete transformation.
Beyond his handsome appearance, he possesses an indescribable air of nobility, as if it were etched into his very bones.
Yang Wanwan was so surprised she couldn't close her mouth.
Is this the first time this little kid has eaten at home, and he's too shy to look up?
Yang Wanwan quickly shook her head and agreed.
At 2:30 p.m., Yang Wanwan and Pan Yaba took a car to the town police station.
After completing the investigation, Yang Wanwan and Pan Yaba walked home to save money.
It takes the two of them half an hour to walk a distance of five or six miles.
The sun was very strong and hot. Pan the mute picked a taro leaf and gave it to Yang Wanwan: "Wanwan, it's too hot. You can put it on your head."
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