"Master, Daya, I heard that Dabao fell and was injured. Is he feeling better now?" Gouwazi looked towards Dabao.
Dabao, who usually smiles and loves to play, is now leaning listlessly in Song Yuehua's arms.
Gou Wazi sighed, took out a black stone from his arms, and put it on Dabao. "When I make money, I will buy you some meat. For now, you can just use the stone."
Song Yuehua, "..."
"Are you selling goods?" Duan Yidao asked.
Gou Wazi replied, "Everyone on Dongshan asked me to sell their cotton. Cotton costs 120 wen per jin. I make 10 wen per jin, and I give them 110 wen."
"Is it selling well?" Song Yuehua asked.
Gou Wa Zi smiled and said, "The new cotton is of good quality, loose and soft, so of course it will sell well."
Song Yuehua thought about it and said, "I still have about 200 kilograms. I will keep 100 kilograms for myself and give you the rest at 100 coins per kilogram. How much you can earn depends on your ability."
If the price is 100 wen per jin, then you can earn 20 wen per jin.
Gou Wazi gave Song Yuehua a thumbs up and praised, "As expected of the boss, you are so generous."
"If you want to thank me, then thank me properly. What's the matter with this?" Duan Yidao scolded.
Gou Wazi immediately stood up straight, bowed and said, "Thank you, Miss Song."
"Come to my house in the evening to get the cotton." Song Yuehua said and left.
Dabao was not feeling well. He didn’t eat breakfast but he wasn’t complaining about being hungry.
Song Yuehua sat down at a wonton stand and asked the owner to cook three bowls of wontons.
The two adults eat fast, so Dabao has to be fed slowly by Song Yuehua. Taking this opportunity, Duan Yidao can buy two bags of snacks.
Dabao didn't want to eat anymore after eating five or six. Seeing that he really couldn't eat anymore, Song Yuehua drank them all in one breath.
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