Upon hearing this, Li Chunhua's wrinkled face showed a hint of pride, and he retorted, "Who said my money only goes out and never comes in?
When Meng Le went to school, I set up a stall in front of their school, selling sweet potatoes, potatoes, and corn cakes. I could easily earn ten or eight yuan a day, not much.
If there is really no income, I won’t even give that woman a bed or a mat, let alone a coffin!"
These words made everyone working in the yard stop what they were doing.
No one expected that an old lady in her seventies would start her own small business in the city.
Everyone thought that she was living with her grandson under someone else's roof, and at most she helped Dr. Zhang's family with cleaning and cooking.
Ten or eight yuan a day, that's two or three hundred yuan a month, which is higher than the monthly salary of many formal workers in the city.
It is a bit embarrassing to do business on the street, but considering the money, what's the shame? Didn't you see that some people did it even if they lost their lives a few years ago?
Immediately, except for a few people in Meng Chenglin's family who were doing business secretly, everyone else was tempted.
The second cousin's wife was the most impatient and asked first, "Grandma, is it really so easy to make money in the city?
No one arrested them, no one investigated them."
Li Chunhua: "What are we catching? The country is now promoting economic development. I even asked Dr. Zhang to help me get a business license for my stall.
The Public Security Bureau is not far away, and many police officers come to my place every day to buy food. A few days ago, they even suggested that I make some soy milk porridge, otherwise I would choke on just eating pancakes."
After these words were spoken, everyone's eyes, including Meng Anchang and his wife, who felt they were a few years younger than the eldest sister-in-law, became heated.
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