Qiao Anle interrupted him immediately.
"Since you want to do this business, just keep the money. As long as you keep your original intention, you will have the chance to make money in the future. Good days will be waiting for you!"
These words are the best blessing for Liu Chunsheng.
Liu Chunsheng also slowly calmed down at this time.
He had fully felt Qiao Anle's attitude and the deep concern she concealed behind it.
"Sister An Anle, I remember everything you said to me. And I will keep it in my heart for the rest of my life. Don't worry. I won't go the wrong way again."
Liu Chunsheng nodded heavily.
He held the 500 yuan in both hands and finally stopped pushing it away.
I also felt the value of his life in this.
As long as you work hard, you will have a good life.
Only then did Qiao Anle smile with satisfaction.
I followed the two of them and finished talking about the medicinal herbs.
He went into the house again to see Liu Chunsheng's grandfather.
The afternoon of this day slowly ended under the afterglow of the setting sun.
…
That evening.
It was a rare opportunity for Li Fengbei to come back early and not be busy in the road construction team.
After dinner.
He took care of the three cubs and gave them a bath.
Qiao Anle finally had some free time to chat with Song Lingdang alone.
The two walked into a small house nearby.
Sitting together on the lower bunk of the double bed.
There were now some small dolls and toys on the bed.
Those were all made by Song Lingdang herself these days and given to Sanzai.
This small house, which was built not long ago, is full of the breath of life because of the embellishment of these items.
Qiao Anle talked to Song Lingdang, then took out ten dollars from his pocket.
She handed it to Song Lingdang.
Song Lingdang was slightly startled.
"Anle, I have been living and eating at your house these days. How can I still accept your money?"
When Qiao Anle heard this, he couldn't help but laugh.
She hurriedly explained: "Lingling, this is not the money I gave you, but you earned it yourself."
“I earned it myself?”
Song Lingdang looked confused and shocked.
She didn't have a job and had no way to participate in the production team's labor, so how could she make money?
Qiao Anle saw the doubt in his eyes.
Then he continued slowly.
"Do you remember the clothes we made these days?"
"Uh-huh."
"Today I sold the clothes to a tailor shop. The owner of the tailor shop liked your craftsmanship very much. She not only praised your good craftsmanship, but also praised the novel styles of the clothes, which she had never seen before. So she bought all the clothes. In addition to the cost of the fabric, the owner also paid for the labor costs. The 10 yuan is the profit from selling the clothes."
“Are…are there so many??!”
For the old Song Lingdang, she certainly would not have thought that 10 yuan was a lot of money.
Because of her wealthy family background since childhood, she was once a young lady who spent money lavishly.
But from the city to the countryside, from a young lady to an ordinary person, Song Lingdang has fully understood the hardships of life and how difficult it is to make money.
Every penny is filled with blood and tears.
For an ordinary farmer's family, these 10 yuan may not even be enough to earn in a month. This chapter has been read (please click on the next chapter to continue reading!)
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