Chapter 28 "What will I do when I grow up!"
Tu Chaoxi and the cameramen behind her stared blankly at her, then looked on incredulously after they came to their senses.
"That's... all?"
Tu Yao patted the dust off her clothes. "Not yet."
"Around nine o'clock, someone will come to collect the cream puffs. Brother, keep an eye on the time."
【Wait... what happened? I just turned my head to pour some water, and where did that ball of yarn go??】
Judging from this, she already knew what she was going to do when the production team asked her to choose items.
[With just this simple inflow and outflow, the price difference is pocketed. My sister is a genius!]
So stop saying your sister isn't very bright; I think she's much smarter than Tu Chaoxi!
Tu Chaoxi looked towards the school gate. The group of children who had just received the yarn ran back and sat down on the ground, immediately getting to work with their hands.
"You know them?"
Tu Yao also looked across at the other side and shook her head: "I don't really know them."
"But we know they're looking for work."
The eight villages under Yonghe County are too far apart, which means that children who come to the county to study have to walk a long way, so most of the children choose to stay at home.
This means you'll have to pay a accommodation fee.
But like in Xianhe Village, most of the people who still stay there are elderly people like Auntie San. The same is true in other villages; the labor force is limited, and the economic capacity is also limited.
So every time school starts, these children from the eight villages below would gather in groups to "find jobs" near the school, spontaneously sharing the burden on their families.
Even if the amount of pressure they can share is minimal.
At that moment, the cameraman suddenly remembered the scene he had just seen.
"So those kids carrying baskets on the street are also looking for work?"
Tu Yao nodded noncommittally.
The photographer paused, then looked at the children again, his feelings suddenly becoming complicated.
[They looked to be between fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest only seven or eight, so they were probably just upset about not being able to find work.]
[Definitely. They perk up as soon as their sister says there's work to do.]
[Turn around and kick my bratty little brother who barks like a dog all day long!]
Tu Chaoxi also fell silent. He knew that Tu Yao's living conditions had not been good in the past two years, but today was the first time she had faced such difficulties head-on.
Their bus departed at 4:30 a.m. and it took them an hour and a half to reach the market.
It's easy to imagine how far and how much time these kids had to travel to get here.
etc……
Tu Chaoxi suddenly realized something and grabbed Tu Yao, who was about to walk back.
Where did you get the money to buy fertilizer?
Tu Yao blinked: "It was brought from home."
Tu Chaoxi's expression grew even more serious: "Don't play games with me. I'm asking you, has this been how you've been making money for the past two years?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the live stream room erupted in an uproar.
Oh my god... how come I didn't think of that!
I thought my sister was amazing, but I never realized it was experience she gained through personal trials and tribulations.
Tu Chaoxi, abandoning his previous nonchalant attitude, stared intently at the girl in front of him.
After losing her memory, his younger sister completely changed her personality. She had a clear conscience. Even though the village chief's family treated her like their own daughter and doted on her, she still secretly put the money that Luo Meili gave her into Ding Dapang's pocket in the morning.
She takes what she's entitled to, but won't take a single penny of what she shouldn't.
While browsing the market just now, I could clearly feel a strong sense of familiarity with this county town, which is over a hundred miles away.
What else could it be? In the past two years, she has probably gone back and forth countless times!
Tu Yao unconsciously tapped the ground with her toes, neither admitting nor denying it.
110 suddenly spoke up: Why aren't you replying to him?
Tu Yao was taken aback. Little Daddy?
It's been two years, and her stepfather has almost never contacted her on his own initiative.
Tu Yao rubbed her fingertips helplessly. It wasn't that she wouldn't reply... she was just a little surprised.
She wasn't oblivious to the slight pity hidden in Tu Chaoxi's questioning tone.
But she's not Tu Yao from the book.
She felt a little guilty, a little envious, and a little overwhelmed by this pity.
Hey, Daddy, something's weird...
After a moment of silence, Tu Yao raised her head.
"Well... I occasionally come here to sell herbs I find in the mountains, and sometimes I sell some snacks, and sometimes I find some work to do."
The three "occasionally" statements did little to ease Tu Chaoxi's mind.
The thought of his sister, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, walking ten miles alone with a basket on her back before dawn just two years ago, makes his heart ache.
If he had known, he shouldn't have been angry for so long. He should have kept a close eye on the Cheng family, or he should have brought the person back decisively in the first place.
If a child has a bad temper, teach them again; if they still can't be taught, beat them. That's better than letting a minor suffer so much!
Tu Chaoxi suppressed the bitterness in her chest, took out her wallet from her pocket, and stuffed it into Tu Yao's arms without even glancing at it.
"Take this!"
"Remember, you are never allowed to come here alone again!"
"If you do that again, I'll break your legs!"
Tu Yao: ...
Tu Yao stuffed the wallet back in and said sullenly, "I don't want it! I can earn my own money."
"No? No what!"
"I just don't want to!"
"Why not!"
"Because I've grown up!"
Tu Chaoxi suddenly choked up, "...I'm not dead yet, what are you doing growing up!"
Tu Yao withdrew her hand and said, "Anyway, I don't want it!"
Then he turned and ran away!
Tu Chaoxi was so angry that her heart ached.
He quickly grabbed his basket and chased after them.
Ah...this time they really had a fight.
...
The program team arranged for the stall to be located at the far east end of the market.
As Ma Zhiyuan had expected, his pork was the best-selling item, selling out in less than half an hour.
Although the price was a little cheaper than in the city, it still cost fifty yuan in total.
He carefully tucked away the loose banknotes and glanced at the three stalls around him.
Wen Yu's wood carvings still attract attention, but Jiang Ye's oranges get no attention at all.
As for Tu Chaoxi, half an hour has passed and she hasn't seen a single person.
Just as Ma Zhiyuan was feeling smug, he saw the two menacing figures walking towards him, one after the other.
Tu Chaoxi put down the basket with a sullen face, and Tu Yao turned around and started tidying up the fertilizer in the basket herself.
Anyone could tell that something was off between the two.
Ma Zhiyuan observed for a while, then smiled knowingly.
After spending half an hour browsing the market with her and accomplishing nothing, Tu Chaoxi was bound to explode.
See? No matter how much he pretends to like that girl, he'll still turn on her if she affects the quality of his show.
He couldn't help but gloat: "Oh, you two had a fight?"
After saying that, the two of them looked up at each other and said, "What's it to you!"
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
[Hilarious! Even though these two are arguing, they're not holding back when it comes to roasting Ma Zhiyuan.]
[This Tu Xiaomao is a bit ungrateful, isn't she? She wouldn't even take the money offered to her, what's with the fuss?]
[Something seems a bit strange to have gotten mixed in?]
[Don't start a fight. This fan is on the side of the younger sister. No one knows Tu Chaoxi's character better than us. He's impulsive, hot-tempered, and easily angered. He only cares about what he thinks is good and doesn't care whether others want it or not. Just ignore him.]
[Just because Tu Chaoxi gives it to me doesn't mean my sister has to. My sister isn't me. @Tu Chaoxi, send me the money!]
In front of the camera, Ma Zhiyuan didn't dare to really start a fight, but he couldn't swallow his anger, so he turned his attention to the other two.
Across from them, Jiang Ye clearly had little hope for the bag of oranges. He gave two to Wen Yu, and the two of them ate them together, their faces contorted from the sourness.
Wen Yu didn't have much hope for those wooden carvings either, and just lay there casually, still with Bluetooth earphones in her ears.
The agent changed her tune in the earpiece, trying to get her to get close to Tu Yao and Tu Chaoxi to get some screen time.
"Did you hear that, ancestor?!"
The tens of millions of views in Jiang Ye's live stream a couple of days ago forced her to recognize a reality: Tu Chaoxi is no longer the Tu Chaoxi of a month ago.
Without realizing it, he had at least rolled over halfway.
"Okay, okay, we'll talk about it later."
He gave a few perfunctory replies and continued eating his oranges.
They hadn't eaten more than a couple of bites when they saw Ma Zhiyuan walking towards them.
He looked down at her and said, "You can't sell any of these things, can you?"
Wen Yu didn't like him much, and a wary look appeared in her eyes: "Teacher Ma, is there something you need?"
Ma Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow: "It's nothing, I just wanted to help you out. Sell these things to me, ten yuan each, are you in?"
After saying that, the two looked at each other.
Wen Yu asked suspiciously, "Are you serious?"
"certainly!"
He immediately counted out a pile of change.
As long as he bought Wen Yu and Jiang Ye's things, then Tu Chaoxi would be left with no money.
What goes around comes around, and it's Tu Chaoxi's turn to lose face!
Hearing this, Jiang Ye looked at him as if he were a sucker and said, "Fifteen."
Ma Zhiyuan: ...
It's the fifteenth!
Anyway, he still has twenty!
Making Tu Chaoxi lose face is the most important thing!
Jiang Ye took the money and handed over the remaining five green and hard oranges.
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu quickly handed over the wood carving.
He exchanged a pile of wood and a few green oranges for thirty yuan—a sure-fire deal.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but think to myself: Has Ma Zhiyuan gone mad?
Ma Zhiyuan didn't think he was crazy. He turned around and looked at Tu Chaoxi smugly.
For Tu Chaoxi, being unable to stand out is worse than death.
But to his surprise, Tu Chaoxi didn't even glance at him this time.
He was about to go over and say something sarcastic when, a second later, Tu Yao suddenly put down the fertilizer in her hand, stood up, and walked towards him.
Ma Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched: "What are you doing?"
Thinking of something, he snorted again: "You want me to buy your yarn? Too late, unless..."
Before he could finish speaking, Tu Yao walked right past him.
A voice came from behind:
"Grandpa, do you want a cream puff for 50 cents?"
Ma Zhiyuan: ?
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