Ling Jiheng reminded, "The numbers on each slip are different. Please keep it confidential to prevent others from claiming it."
The winner, upon hearing this, quickly put the note in his pocket. He happily watched the excitement and then left, still unsatisfied.
Chi Xingyue felt like his throat was about to smoke, so he took everyone to a teahouse for tea.
I ordered several pots of tea, each costing 100 wen. After drinking them, I rested for a while before packing up and going home.
The old lady had already prepared the meal and was waiting at the door.
Seeing them coming back empty-handed, they all had smiles on their faces.
She asked Aunt Taohua to pour water for everyone to wash their hands. When she saw Ling Jiheng coming over, she asked quietly, "How is it going? Is everything going well?"
“Not bad, they’re all sold out.”
"That's good, wash your hands and eat!"
Ling Jiheng declined politely and went back to the house with Chi Xingyue to settle the accounts.
After deducting the costs, the net profit from this trip was five thousand taels.
Chi Xingyue jumped for joy several times before distributing the remaining banknotes according to their work and putting them into red envelopes.
The names of the villagers were written on the red envelopes, and they were stuffed into their hands after everyone finished eating.
"This is everyone's wages during this period. Thank you for your hard work!"
Father Cao put the red envelope in his pocket and waved his hand: "It's nothing to do with your hands. Thank you, Second Young Master Ling, for helping us make money."
The others also thanked him with a smile, but did not open the red envelopes in person.
Chi Xingyue asked someone to invite Liu Po and the others over and gave them a red envelope.
Compared with the men's, the denominations inside are much smaller.
But Liu Po and the others were all very happy.
After all, their men were making money, so they didn't have to do much, so they just took advantage of it.
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