The surprise is surprising enough, and the accident is also unexpected enough.
The former corresponds to Erdan, who was so surprised that he was extremely excited, and this state lasted until after school on Saturday.
Dadan was so surprised that he went into a cold war with Su Qinghu. Apart from necessary communication, he hardly spoke to her.
Su Qinghu was fearless. To be more precise, she didn't feel that Dadan was giving her the cold shoulder. Besides taking them to do crafts at night, she also had to cram foreign language lessons. Her mouth was nearly peeling from all the talking, so how could she possibly have time to pay attention to anything else?
"Brother, hurry up!" Erdan pressed his cross-body schoolbag and ran home. "We have a mission today!"
Upon hearing this, Dadan quickened his pace with a stern face.
When they got home, they opened the door, threw down their school bags, and started moving the floral basket ornaments they had made earlier into the tricycle.
"Brother, you put the remaining two away." After Erdan said that, he rushed into the living room, opened his schoolbag, dumped the things on the table, and ran to the yard with the empty schoolbag.
Dadan finished, went to the kitchen and filled a pot of boiled water, then waited for him in the yard. Seeing him carrying a school bag, he frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Huh?" Erdan blinked, looked down at his schoolbag, then at his brother, "Get the money."
Dadan pursed his lips, but his frown remained on his face.
Erdan's eyes widened. "Brother, you're not that stupid, are you? We can't fit that much money in our pockets!"
Dadan turned around to lock the living room door. After locking it, he walked over to the tricycle, still with a stern face, "Are you ready? Can we go now?"
Erdan grinned, "Let's go, let's go! I'm going to make a lot of money today!"
After the new mother said she would take them swimming on the weekend, she took them to the suburbs to dig and pick things up early the next morning, and then asked them to make some handicrafts in the evening. She also decided how to divide the money.
Before going to work today, she told them to meet her at the newspaper office with their things after school. After work, she would take them to set up stalls to make money.
Dadan rode his tricycle in silence, while Erdan sat on the edge of the tricycle, grinning and imagining the future. "When I have money, I will—"
"Okay, let's talk about it after you sell it." Dadan really wanted to hit Erdan to stop him from being confused.
The so-called handicrafts are small bamboo or rattan baskets with some mossy stones or small tree roots placed in them, and a few dead branches with pomegranate flowers stuck on them, or thin strips of grass inserted into them.
An even simpler way is to put three centimeters high flower petals or cotton in a small basket, and put some strange little things she found these days on the flower petals or cotton!
Is it worth the money?
Dadan thinks it’s not worth it!
The key point is that during the discussion last night, Su Qinghu actually decided that the lowest price would be five dollars!
Five dollars!
Wouldn’t it be nice to buy three pounds of meat with that money?
No matter how much I felt it was impossible to sell it, I still had to take the item and wait for her.
The tricycle's tires were fully inflated this morning, and there was no heavy object on the tricycle except Erdan, so the nine-year-old Dadan had no pressure riding it at all.
When they arrived at the newspaper office, Dadan looked around and found the meeting point sign that Su Qinghu mentioned. He moved his hand holding the handlebar slightly to the side, exerted force on his feet, and slid over.
"Brother, what time is it?" Erdan swung his feet, his face flushed, his eyes full of fighting spirit, "I'm so anxious!"
If you go there earlier, you can have more time to shout. If you have more time to shout, you may be able to sell an extra small basket. If you sell an extra small basket, you can get at least five yuan~~~
"We might not be able to sell this—" Dadan frowned, and the little boy's face was serious, "If you can't sell it, you can't cry!"
Erdan's eyes widened, and he stopped shaking his feet. "How can it not be sold? It's a work of art, and I think it's cute and beautiful!"
"Also," Erdan jumped off the tricycle, "I've even learned what to say to foreigners!"
Nothing is a problem anymore. With his little brain, how could he not sell it!
"Brother, we haven't even started selling yet, don't let us down!" Erdan couldn't bear to hear the words "can't sell". "Didn't Mom say that whoever sells it gets the money? Don't you even think about how to sell it?"
Selling at the lowest price, two would make ten yuan! A great unity!
Dadan opened his mouth, but still said something Erdan didn't want to hear, "That's a lie."
"What's that about lying?" Erdan jumped in front of his brother, puffing out his chest and pouting, looking a little dissatisfied. "She wouldn't lie! Whoever sells it to her owns it!"
"I'm saying," Dadan glanced at the newspaper office exit. Seeing someone coming out, he realized it was time to get off work. He retracted his gaze and leaned close to Erdan, whispering, "Those things are a lie."
All of them are made with free stuff.
Even if the basket cost money, it only cost a few cents...
"No way!" Erdan retorted. "There's a man in the park, the one with several longevity eyebrows. He has straw-made things at home, and he treasures them very much!"
Dadan: "That's the work of a famous master, different from ours."
"How is it different? Their straw is a treasure, but our bamboo and rattan baskets are not treasures?" Erdan was unconvinced. "We also make them into shapes! The baskets look beautiful, and the things inside the baskets look beautiful too!"
"Are tree roots beautiful? Are stones covered with moss beautiful?" Big Egg asked calmly.
Erdan choked, and his feverish mind suddenly popped up the scene of them going to the suburbs to dig up tree roots and branches among the flowers and grass.
But he was unwilling to admit that these things were worthless and a scam, so he could only stiffen his neck and insist, "I don't care. If other people's tree roots can be sold for money, and other people's moss-covered stones can be sold for money, then ours can be sold for money too!"
"It's too early to say whether it's possible or not." Su Qinghu came over with a bag and a smile. "To see if it's possible or not, why don't we go over there and practice setting up a stall?"
"What's the point of assuming so much? Today we're just trying to gain experience. Whether we can sell it or not is not important." Su Qinghu stuffed the bag into Dadan's arms, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and stepped onto the tricycle. He turned around and looked at the two stunned people, "What's wrong? Get in the car."
"Mom, that's not what you said this morning!" Erdan complained in disbelief as he climbed onto the edge of the tricycle.
Dadan: "So you're not sure if you can sell these things?"
It's such a hot day, are they just taking them for a walk?!
"Why are you so surprised?"
Seeing that both of them had gotten on, Su Qinghu pushed hard on his foot and the tricycle sped away. "Don't be so serious~~~"
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