Upon hearing this number, Wang Xiaohong's family burst into tears again with excitement.
"29.40 yuan, I couldn't even imagine this before." Wang Xiaohong choked up.
"Auntie Wang will get better and better. But the accounts are not calculated like this." Tian Chengcheng reminded with a smile.
"Didn't I make 29.4 yuan? Did Zhaodi make a mistake in the calculation?" Wang Xiaohong was so excited that she was confused.
"Auntie Wang earned 29.4 yuan, but this includes the capital. You should find a notebook and write down the money you spend every day. The net income is the total income minus the expenses," said Tian Chengcheng.
Aunt Wang didn't understand.
Zhaodi was also confused.
Hu Zi has been to school, and although he can do the math, he is a little confused about what Tian Chengcheng described, after all, he has never been exposed to it.
Tian Chengcheng took out a small notebook and a pen, "Uncle Huzi, please help me write it down. You guys should watch it first. We need to hurry up and learn to recognize numbers."
"Okay, I'll learn." Zhaodi agreed immediately.
When she was in the village, she didn’t think it mattered whether she went to school or not. But after she came out, she found that when she walked on the street, she was like a blind person. She didn’t recognize any of the words written on the signs around her.
Others also expressed their willingness to join the ranks.
The group sat down, and Tian Chengcheng asked them to think about what they had spent the money on, and asked Hu Zi to write them down one by one, with the names of the items listed in front and the money at the back.
When she almost remembered what was going on, she went over to take a look and almost fell down.
Good job!
The words used to describe others are words kissed by angels.
The word "Huzi" - maybe it was kissed by a chicken claw?
It's so crooked that I can't even recognize it.
Hu Zi saw Tian Chengcheng's expression and felt a little embarrassed. "My handwriting is not good, not as good as my uncle's. My uncle is a college student. I will practice it when I have time."
"Is this called a word? Are you sure you can recognize it?"
Tian Chengcheng pointed at a word casually, "What is this?"
Hu Zi looked at it for a while, his face gradually turned red, and he couldn't even recognize himself.
"As a bookkeeper, who can read your handwriting if it's like this?"
Tian Chengcheng took the pen and tore off the top page, then carefully copied what Hu Zi had written into the notebook.
Her handwriting was in neat, uniform small regular script, graceful and elegant, almost like the printed characters in a book.
"Fubao, can you write?"
"I've read a lot of my uncle's books, and he's been teaching me and Brother Han how to write."
Tian Chengcheng said as she calculated all the numbers. "The cost was 12.40 yuan, and the revenue was 29.40 yuan. Subtract the cost from the revenue, and that's how much we made today. Of course, the cost of the insulated box and the cotton cloth isn't included, as they're long-term consumables. And your salaries aren't included either. If we expand later and need to hire people, labor costs will also be a significant part."
"We can do it ourselves. We're not afraid of hardship or fatigue." Wang Xiaohong said, remembering Tian Chengcheng's words that they could only sell a hundred or so buns at a time. "Fubao, we can sell a lot of buns. I can make more."
"Auntie Wang, I'm just giving you a rough number. No one cares whether you put 100 or 200 in a box. But if you tell them there are only a little over a hundred, they'll rush to buy them. They'll be afraid they won't be able to buy them, so they'll hurry up."
Of course, just like selling fabric, we can’t sell everything at once. This way, we don’t get too tired all at once, and it also gives them something to look forward to every day. If they come by every day, maybe they’ll buy something else along the way.”
Tian Chengcheng gave a brief explanation of this marketing strategy, but he couldn't go into too much detail.
"I see." Wang Xiaohong nodded, looking at Tian Chengcheng with eyes full of admiration.
This kid is so smart!
"Fubao, why don't you teach us how to write?" Zhaodi said. "How about letting you eat as many buns as you want every day as tuition?"
"Okay, deal." Tian Chengcheng agreed readily.
Zhaodi was impatient and immediately wanted to pull Tian Chengcheng to teach them how to write.
"We need to buy some paper and pens first. Everyone of you needs to learn. Uncle Huzi, you should also relearn it. Your handwriting is too ugly."
Tian Chengcheng was not polite, the handwriting was really too ugly.
Hu Zi's face was still burning, "Okay, I'll learn."
Wang Xiaohong took out ten yuan and handed it to Tian Chengcheng, "Fubao, feel free to buy anything you need for writing. Is this enough?"
"It's definitely enough. You won't need so much." Tian Chengcheng smiled and took the money.
Daya and Laidi can still go to school, but Yindi, Zhaodi and Wang Xiaohong have almost no chance to go to school and still have to rely on their own efforts.
"Fubao, I'll go with you to buy it, let's go now." Zhaodi was full of enthusiasm and picked up Tian Chengcheng and ran out.
Tian Chengcheng suddenly flew into the air: "...Hey hey hey!"
As an adult soul, she was used to walking on her own two feet, and she was not used to the sudden feeling of being in the air.
Wang Xiaohong saw that Tian Chengcheng was scared and shouted from behind, "Zhaodi, slow down, don't let Fubao fall."
"Don't worry, they won't fall. Fubao is so light, even if there are two of them, I can still carry them." Zhaodi gathered her strength and ran out with Tian Chengcheng in her arms in a blink of an eye.
Wang Xiaohong shook her head helplessly.
This girl walks with a gust of wind, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing?
"Mom, don't worry about her. Even if Zhaodi falls, she will not fall on Fubao." Yindi said with a smile.
Wang Xiaohong nodded. "I have to go buy some meat and prepare the stuffing quickly. I'll freeze it overnight. Tomorrow morning, I'll get up and prepare it."
She secretly thought that if she could make four pots at a time, she could make more money.
There happened to be nothing to do in the tailor shop, so Master Wang asked Yindi and Huzi to go and help.
Wang Xiaohong had to buy a lot of things like noodles and meat, but she was afraid she wouldn't be able to get them back with her two children.
"Uncle Wang, let's go. Here are a few buns I left. They are still warm. You can eat them first while I buy vegetables to cook dinner." Wang Xiaohong handed six buns to Master Wang.
Master Wang waved his hand and told them to go ahead and get busy. In those years, it didn't matter to him whether he ate alone or not. Now, as long as he had something hot to eat, he didn't care about time.
Moreover, he also hopes that Wang Xiaohong and her daughter can live a better life.
Tian Chengcheng and Zhaodi came to the wholesale street and entered a stationery store.
Zhaodi looked at the various things and couldn't take it all in. "There are also such beautiful pens and notebooks. This is the first time I've seen them."
The proprietress was obviously a business person, with a smile on her face, "Our things are all from far away places, they are unique and not available elsewhere."
"It's really beautiful!" said Zhaodi.
Tian Chengcheng asked, "How much is this bucket of pencils?"
"..." The proprietress was stunned. "Eight cents a stick."
"Auntie, we want to wholesale. This bucket has fifty sticks. How much is the wholesale price?" Tian Chengcheng asked again.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
