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Chapter 25: Making Money
I'd be thankful if you could stop listening to my house.
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Gu Wuyi blurted out, "Today's a good day."
Old Qin raised his head to look at the sky. It had changed from sunny to overcast, with dark clouds threatening to block out the sun. "What's so good about it?"
"Do you have a fever?" Old Qin reached out to feel Gu Wuyi’s forehead.
Gu Wuyi chuckled, "No."
"The sun’s gone, and you still say it’s a good day?" Old Qin turned his little head toward the sky.
Gu Wuyi looked up. "I didn’t mean the weather."
"Well, that explains it." Old Qin grew curious. "Is your dad planning to make cakes or bread again?"
Gu Wuyi shook his head. "I just suddenly remembered that my dad said he’d make ice cream for us someday."
Old Qin frowned, trying to figure out what ice cream was. "We don’t have any of the stuff to make it. How’s he going to do that?"
"Buy it, of course."
Old Qin muttered, "I knew it. Go check what time it is."
Gu Wuyi understood the hidden meaning behind his words — Qin Feng still hasn’t come back?
"Grandpa, even though it’s the weekend, Dad’s not coming back today."
Old Qin suddenly remembered that his son had gone on a business trip to the capital. "Will he be back in time for the wheat harvest?"
Madam Zhou straightened up and rubbed her aching back.
Gu Xiao’er ran over. "Grandma, let me give you a massage."
Madam Zhou smiled and nodded. "What’s the point of him coming back? He can’t help with the work, and I’ll just have to cook for one more person."
Gu Xiao’er said eagerly, "Dad said go eat at the cafeteria."
"Is it free?" Madam Zhou gave him a sideways glance. "Don’t pick up your dad’s bad habit of wasting money."
Gu Xiao’er dared not respond — if he did, the old lady would start nagging endlessly.
"Grandma, sit down. I’ll rub your shoulders for you."
Madam Zhou smiled warmly. “Having this thought is enough to make Grandma happy.” Seeing her youngest grandson sitting obediently by the wall without crying or causing trouble, she said, “Take your little brother outside to play for a while.”
Gu Wuyi reminded her, “It’s almost time to cook.”
Old Qin waved his hand, signaling that he had it covered.
Madam Zhou instructed, “Cook some noodles. Make an egg sauce, and stir in some shredded cucumber and bean sprouts.”
The three kids weren’t picky eaters.
Miaomiao, having grown up in a temple, had never eaten anything particularly delicious. The monastery wasn’t well-off, and the old monk followed a vegetarian diet. As for the two brothers, no matter how simple the food was, it was still better than what they ate while living under a bridge in their past lives.
Madam Zhou, unaware of their past hardships, simply thought the children were easy to feed.
When she went to get the eggs, she recalled her son once saying that kids could eat two eggs a day without any problem. So, she took out eight eggs.
She used four eggs to make the egg sauce and the other four for stir-fried eggs with green peppers. The green peppers came from their own garden, and the eggs were laid by their hens. The chickens were fed vegetables and insects, requiring almost no grain or money to raise, so Madam Zhou didn’t feel bad about using them.
Still, seeing the eggs reminded her of Qin Ying.
In the past, Qin Ying would visit once every ten days or so. Each time she left, Madam Zhou would pack her some fresh eggs, salted duck eggs, or homegrown vegetables.
Qin Ying rarely had to buy eggs from the market.
Madam Zhou wasn’t worried that her daughter would go hungry. Instead, she felt sorry for the kids. “Old man, do you think our son mocking Wang Genbao like that will make him treat the kids any better?”
“He should. No one wants to lose face.” Old Qin lit the firewood. “As long as he’s got money, he’ll be fine.”
Madam Zhou frowned, worried. “I heard he’s going south to buy goods. They say the mountains there are treacherous, and there are troubles on the trains. He won’t run into any danger, will he?”
Old Qin reassured her, “He’ll be fine. That sly fox Wang Genbao wouldn’t dare mess with people outside of town. He’s too scared of Xiao Feng. If he doesn’t pull tricks at home, he won’t do it elsewhere.”
Madam Zhou thought about her daughter and son-in-law’s personalities and agreed she was probably overthinking it.
She suddenly turned to the little one. “Miaomiao, if you ever see that troublemaker, stay far away from him, okay?”
Just then, Gu Xiao’er’s angry voice came from outside. The old couple exchanged a glance and ran out together.
—That boy had a short temper. He’d explode at the slightest provocation. Surely he wasn’t getting into another fight already?
Madam Zhou let out a sigh of relief when she saw that all three kids were safe and sound. “What happened?”
Gu Wuyi glanced toward the house next door. “That grandma next door asked Miaomiao where his mom went.”
Madam Zhou couldn’t hold back her anger. “Shameless! A woman her age, and she still has the nerve to say things like that?!”
“Who are you calling shameless?”
A head quickly popped up from over the wall — it was Qin Feng’s paternal aunt.
Gu Xiao’er scanned his surroundings, grabbed the iron shovel, and swung it.
“Don’t!” Madam Zhou shouted.
“Ahhh!”
The head disappeared, followed by a loud yelp from next door. “My foot!”
Gu Xiao’er burst out laughing. “Serves you right!”
“How can you be so naughty?”
Right after those words, another head popped up from the wall — Qin Feng’s eldest cousin.
Old Qin quickly pulled Gu Xiao’er behind him. “What’s so naughty about that?”
The eldest cousin, intimidated by Old Qin — who wasn’t just a senior family member but also his former teacher — softened his tone. “If he keeps swinging that shovel around like that, he’s going to cause trouble when he grows up.”
Old Qin shot back, “That’s our family’s business. What’s it got to do with you?”
“I’m just looking out for you!”
Old Qin didn’t mince words. “Looking out for me? I’d be thankful if you’d stop eavesdropping on our house!”
Qin Feng’s cousin was left speechless and embarrassed.
Old Qin grabbed Gu Xiao’er by the arm and led him away. “Don’t pay attention to him from now on. You’ll only pick up bad habits.”
Gu Xiao’er nodded and made a funny face at the people peeking over the wall.
Qin Feng’s cousin raised his hand as if to hit him.
“Grandpa, look at him!” Gu Xiao’er tattled with a mischievous grin.
Old Qin turned his head just in time to see Qin Feng's cousin lower his hand. "If you dare hit him, just wait until Qin Feng comes back. If I don’t have him break your legs, I’ll call you uncle!"
Qin Feng wasn’t someone who would hesitate to beat up even his own brother-in-law.
Wang Genbao hadn’t really done anything extreme yet.
But if he dared to hurt a child, Qin Feng might just kill him.
Seeing the fear in his nephew's face, Old Qin’s disdain grew — no wonder he couldn’t even protect his own wife, let alone split the family.
With this thought in mind, Old Qin became even more determined to distance himself from them.
He took the three kids into the kitchen and told them, "From now on, don’t go to the east side. Play with the kids on the west side. Stay away from the adults. This village doesn’t have much, but it sure has a lot of gossiping women."
Gu Wuyi nodded. "Why are they so boring?"
Old Qin grumbled, "You already called it boring." He sat down by the stove and suddenly felt the heat. "Let’s go to the main room. The front door’s not bolted; make sure no one comes in and steals anything."
Gu Wuyi led the little one to the main room, where they stared at each other for a while before getting bored. He found Old Qin’s radio and played some music.
Gu Xiao’er took the little one’s hand and asked softly, "Is it good, Miaomiao?"
The little one shook his head. "Why hasn’t Daddy come back yet?"
Gu Xiao’er replied, "Dad went to buy us some things. He’ll be back in a few days."
"I don’t want to buy things." The little one pouted and squeezed his lips tightly, as if that would prove how serious he was.
Gu Xiao’er ruffled his little head. "Oh, your hair’s prickly, like a thorn."
The little one touched his head. "Oh, it’s prickly, like a thorn."
Gu Wuyi nearly choked on his own saliva. "Who calls themselves a thorn?" He pulled the little one’s hand away. "Wait here, big brother will find something fun for you." He immediately went to the kitchen. "Grandpa, doesn’t Miaomiao need a haircut?"
Old Qin frowned. "What, shave him bald like a little monk? Don’t even think about it."
Gu Wuyi meant to give him a buzz cut since the little one’s hair was dark and stiff, growing out into a messy, explosive style after just a couple of centimeters. "Grandpa, it’s hot, he’ll get prickly heat."
Old Qin didn’t quite understand this and turned to his wife.
Madam Zhou said, "Miaomiao's hair is thick, so it’s easy for him to get prickly heat."
"Then I’ll go find someone in the village who shaves people's heads and beards to shave his hair," Old Qin said, noticing that Gu Wuyi's hair was also quite long. "Isn't it time for you to get a haircut too?"
Gu Wuyi replied, "Dad will cut it when he comes back, saves money."
Old Qin snorted with amusement. "He knows how to save money too?"
Gu Wuyi chuckled and smoothly changed the subject. "Are there any old books lying around?"
"Look in the cabinet."
Gu Wuyi opened all the small cabinets in the main room and found a book and two notebooks filled with writing. The book had stiff paper, so he folded it into a paper airplane. The notebooks had soft paper, so he folded a couple of sheets into paper cannons.
Though barely ten years old and small in stature, Gu Wuyi wasn’t a typical child; these activities didn’t require much thought. Soon, he had a pile of paper cannons and airplanes.
He threw one airplane out, then handed the others to Miaomiao.
The little one had never played with paper airplanes before, so he was fascinated and threw several at once.
Gu Wuyi retrieved the planes. "One at a time. Let’s see who can throw theirs farther."
The little one nodded eagerly, throwing the plane with all his might, but it fell to the ground just in front of the door to the main room.
Gu Xiao’er burst out laughing. "Little fool. Come here, let me teach you." He took the little one’s hand and showed him. "Use your wrist."
The little one watched as the plane flew all the way to the kitchen door and gasped in surprise, opening his mouth wide.
"Is brother powerful?"
The little one nodded vigorously. "So powerful."
Gu Xiao’er grinned and picked up a paper cannon. "Do you know how to play with this?" He pointed out the differences between the two ends. He threw one on the ground, then grabbed another. "Throw this one on the ground like this, and it’ll flip over. Want to try?"
The little one thought for a moment, then went to find his airplane.
Gu Xiao’er felt a bit disappointed. "Hey, brother, want to play with me?"
Gu Wuyi couldn't help but give him a glare. "How old are you?"
"Nine. What’s wrong?"
Gu Wuyi muttered quietly, "Have some shame."
Gu Xiao’er couldn't help but grumble, "I used to just watch others play, now I can't even play myself. Am I not even your real brother?"
Gu Wuyi didn’t catch that last part. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," Gu Xiao’er smiled and picked up the airplane Miaomiao had thrown. "Playing with paper airplanes."
Gu Wuyi glanced at him. "Don’t cause trouble when Dad’s not home."
"Am I that kind of kid?" Gu Xiao’er rolled his eyes at him, then became curious. "Can you make kites?"
Gu Wuyi shook his head.
Gu Xiao’er looked disappointed.
Old Qin, who was in the kitchen, overheard and loudly said, "I can make them. I’ll make two for you later."
"Do we need anything for storing grain?" Gu Xiao’er quickly ran to the kitchen door and asked.
Old Qin replied, "The sickle’s sharpened. Your grandma will patch the bags, and we’ll tidy up the area in a few days."
Gu Wuyi was holding Miaomiao's hand as they went to play with the airplanes in the yard and casually asked, "Can't we use the combine harvester?"
"Four acres, what combine harvester? Your grandma and I can finish it in two or three days. Besides, a combine doesn’t cut cleanly. After it’s done, I still need to go over it."
Gu Wuyi sighed. "But it’s so tiring."
Old Qin thought of the scene of harvesting wheat—he felt fulfilled. "It’s not tiring. Especially when you see the wheat you grew being harvested. It feels so good inside."
Gu Wuyi didn’t understand. "Do you also plow the land yourself?"
Old Qin couldn’t help but laugh.
Gu Wuyi was puzzled.
Madam Zhou said, "No need to plow. Just plant soybeans and corn directly. Plant them in the empty spaces between the rows of wheat. We’ll plow after we harvest the crops in the fall." She paused for a moment and added, "Our place is much better than the north. When planting crops, we can use a hoe. I heard that planting rice in the north is much more troublesome—they can only plant a little at a time."
Gu Wuyi, having lived in the city in his past life and only being in the countryside for a short time in this life, mistakenly thought that the elderly couple made it sound easy.
However, when the day came to harvest the wheat, Gu Wuyi regretted not taking advantage of his young age to throw a tantrum, insisting they use a combine harvester.
The day after the village school had its break, Gu Wuyi was peacefully sleeping when he was suddenly woken up, thinking school had resumed.
Opening his eyes to the dim light outside, it was at most five o'clock. Gu Wuyi pinched Qin Feng's arm.
Qin Feng, in pain, slapped him lightly. "What is it?"
"Am I dreaming?" Gu Wuyi, now awake, asked. "Why are you up so early?"
Qin Feng replied, "Your grandparents are already in the fields, is that early? Go downstairs and check the pot, when the food is done, cover it and call your brother to get up, then put the food in the lunch box and take it to the field. We'll eat there."
Gu Wuyi couldn’t believe it. "They've already gone to the fields at this time?"
Qin Feng answered, "They got up at four-thirty."
"My goodness. And they say they're not tired?" Gu Wuyi got out of bed. "They won't be working until noon, right?"
Qin Feng shook his head. "Once the sun comes up and dries the dew on the wheat, they can't harvest anymore. The wheat will fall off as soon as it's touched." He then went downstairs. "Don't sleep anymore."
Gu Wuyi quickly put on his shoes and followed him downstairs. "I'll wake up Xiao'er. Should I go with you?"
Qin Feng waved his hand. "You’ll have your turn to harvest." He paused and remembered something. "Don’t forget to fill two kettles with water." He pointed to a small basin on the table. "That’s hot water. By the time we eat, it will have cooled down. Use the spoon to fill the military water bottles."
Gu Wuyi looked at the basin and noticed two military-green water bottles beside it, looking brand new. He guessed that his father must have bought them from the city’s department store for the busy farming season.
Qin Feng changed into cloth shoes.
Gu Wuyi asked, "Where are your canvas shoes?"
"They're easy to get pricked by wheat stalks. The cloth shoes don't get pricked."
Gu Wuyi understood. When Miaomiao woke up, he would change into the cloth shoes Madam Zhou made for him.
When the child woke up and didn't see Qin Feng, his little face turned green like a bitter melon.
When they found out that their dad hadn't gone to work or on a business trip, and they would get to see him after breakfast, the mood cleared up.
Gu Wuyi had never raised a child. In his previous life, he was always busy making money and had no time to interact with children, so he was very afraid of Miaomiao crying or throwing a tantrum.
Seeing that the child wasn't eating well, he decided not to eat either. He took all the food and water bottles to the fields.
Even though Gu Wuyi expected that they weren't the only ones harvesting wheat so early, he was still surprised to see the whole village, young and old, working in the fields. The scene was bustling, even more lively than a market day.
Gu Xiao'er exclaimed, "Why is everyone up so early?"
"This must be what they call a rush harvest," Gu Wuyi guessed. "Do you remember where our land is?"
Gu Xiao'er, who had gone with Old Qin to the wheat field before, replied, "I know." After walking a few meters into the field, he saw someone straightening up to wipe off sweat. He suddenly had an idea. "Brother, what do you think about selling popsicles here later?"
Gu Wuyi didn't understand at first.
Gu Xiao'er explained, "We can use our freezer. We only use the fresh-keeping section for storing fruits and leftover food, and the freezing section is empty. It's a waste to leave it like that. Besides, didn't Dad bring back popsicle molds from the capital? He must have meant for us to make them ourselves."
"Do you know how to make them?" Gu Wuyi asked.
Gu Xiao'er thought for a moment. "I have a way."
After having lunch with the elders in the fields, Gu Xiao'er followed Old Qin to harvest wheat. When he became exhausted, his face flushed red, and sweat soaked his clothes, he started shouting for Qin Feng to make him popsicles.
Though Old Qin didn't complain about being tired, he also longed for a cool, refreshing popsicle to beat the heat and quench his thirst.
Since they had molds and a freezer at home, Old Qin thought for a moment and agreed.
He heard on the radio that there would be no rain in the coming days, and since their land was small, they could take their time harvesting. So by 10 a.m., he sent the two older kids to play with Miaomiao. He and Madam Zhou took the wheat to the threshing ground, used their own ox to press the wheat with a stone roller, and by about 4 p.m., when it wasn't as hot, they started gathering the wheat, threshing, and packaging it.
By 6 p.m., with the sun still not set, the elderly couple had finished their work.
After a short rest at home, they took the three little ones to the family courtyard, eating watermelon while watching the stove cook mung bean soup.
When Qin Feng came home from work, the mung bean soup was nearly done, so he placed it under the fan to cool.
After dinner, when the mung bean soup had cooled, Gu Xiao'er urged Qin Feng to make popsicles, staring at him intently.
Qin Feng felt uneasy under his gaze. "Do you want them that badly?"
"I'm watching how you make them. If you end up being too busy later, we'll just make them ourselves," Gu Xiao'er replied with a plan in mind.
Previously, Qin Feng hadn't trusted them with fire, but after living together for so long, he was sure they'd know how to seal the stove and change the coal. He also knew they wouldn't be curious enough to touch the electrical panel, so he no longer felt the need to be as strict as before.
"Before you do it, ask Grandpa and Grandma first," Qin Feng said, worried that he wouldn't listen. "There might be too many for the fridge to hold."
Gu Xiao'er nodded. "Dad, if you could get us some wrapping paper and a wooden icebox—like the ones they use to sell popsicles—it would be even better."
Gu Wuyi eagerly agreed, "We could take them to the field to eat. Otherwise, by the time Grandpa finishes with the wheat, the popsicles will have melted."
When Old Qin heard how much trouble it would be, he quickly said, "Forget it. It’s fine to eat them when you get back."
The family courtyard was very close to Wuli Village, but it was nearly two miles away from the threshing ground. His parents would never return in the middle of the work to eat popsicles.
When harvesting wheat, everyone was exhausted, and it wouldn't make much sense to eat popsicles at that time; it would be better to enjoy them when they returned.
Qin Feng thought for a moment. "I’ll go to the city tomorrow afternoon. We can use it for several years anyway."
Madam Zhou felt sorry for her son. "Don’t trouble yourself."
"No trouble," Qin Feng said. "It’ll be easier than what Dad and Mom are doing. I’ll see if I can find a smaller one."
There were popsicle boxes available in the city, but none were small.
In the end, Qin Feng decided to buy a larger one, thinking it could also be used to store food or iced fruits, so he wouldn't have to leave them exposed in the fields where they would get covered in wheat chaff.
However, as soon as he went off to work, Gu Wuyi took a wooden cart to the village. He placed the box on the cart, loaded all the popsicles into it, then filled the molds with the sweet water they had made in the morning and placed them in the fridge to freeze. Only after that did he push the cart down to the fields.
The cart that Gu Wuyi found was small, so he pushed while Gu Xiao'er helped pull. The two brothers made their way smoothly to the fields.
When Old Qin heard the noise and got up, he saw the two brothers pushing and pulling the cart, with little Miaomiao running behind them, his short legs moving as fast as they could.
"My heavens!" Old Qin quickly dropped his sickle and rushed over. "How did you two get here by yourselves?"
Gu Wuyi replied, "It’s fine, it’s not heavy. Grandpa, you go ahead and keep working." As he spoke, he made sure to hand him two mung bean popsicles.
Afraid that the old man might discover the secret inside the box, Gu Wuyi quickly closed the lid.
Old Qin mistakenly thought they were worried that the popsicles would melt from the heat and said without suspicion, "I’ll take them to your grandma. You two don’t need to go to the fields. This morning, your dad helped with the cutting for a while, and your grandma and I will be done soon."
Gu Wuyi picked up the sickle and led him to the fields.
As soon as Old Qin left, Gu Xiao'er quickly stuck a sign that said "Selling Popsicles" into the ground.
A villager who was bringing wheat to the threshing ground stopped. "Selling popsicles?"
Gu Xiao'er nodded. "We made them ourselves. The ingredients are better and cleaner than those from the popsicle factory, and the price is the same. Want to buy a couple to try? If you don’t like them, you don’t have to pay."
In the heat of summer, the villagers were reluctant to spend money on popsicles.
But now, after working in the sun and sweating, it felt like a reward.
The villager hesitated for a while before asking Gu Xiao'er to give him two.
Gu Xiao'er had Miaomiao collect the money.
The villager chuckled. "You think I'm going to owe you money?" He immediately handed Miaomiao some change.
The child was curious and surprised. "Brother, is this money?"
"Of course. Keep it to buy candy," Gu Wuyi said, handing over the popsicles.
The villager was surprised. "Huh? These are just like the ones from the popsicle factory!"
The packaging paper was bought at the popsicle factory, and ours was also bought separately, so of course, they’re pretty much the same.” Gu Xiao'er told him to hurry up and take it.
The villager unwrapped the popsicle and took a bite. "Hmm? It really is similar."
Gu Xiao'er made up an excuse. "Not as sweet as the ones from the popsicle factory. I heard they use saccharin. We use white sugar."
The villager had heard this too. "White sugar is better." He felt like he got a good deal. "Here's the money. I'll buy two more later. My parents are still in the fields, I’ll bring them some too."
Gu Xiao'er opened the box and checked. "You’d better hurry back. Our fridge is small, and we didn’t make many. We ate a few yesterday, so there’s not much left."
"I got it," the villager said, pulling the cart with one hand and licking the popsicle with the other as he headed back to the threshing ground.
Other villagers looked on enviously and asked where he bought them.
Word spread quickly, and within half an hour, before Old Qin and Madam Zhou noticed, Gu Xiao'er had sold all but four.
Little Miaomiao had a pile of loose change in front of him and exclaimed with his mouth wide open, “So much!”
Gu Xiao'er grinned proudly, “Brother is amazing, right?”
The child nodded eagerly.
Gu Xiao'er patted his little bald head, “Follow me from now on, and I’ll make sure you get to eat nine meals a day.”
“Nine meals? How many is that?”
Gu Xiao'er thought for a moment, “You can eat whatever you want.”
“I want to eat egg cake!”
Gu Xiao'er replied, “Not right now, we need to keep an eye on things. I’ll make it for you tonight.”
“Brother can cook?” The child asked curiously.
Gu Xiao'er hadn’t been able to cook before, but after watching Qin Feng cook so many times, he had learned, “Tomorrow, let’s ask big brother to make us some bread.”
He could actually make bread too, but he found kneading the dough tiring, so he never boasted about it.
The child happily rushed into his arms.
Gu Xiao'er stumbled a bit and fell down on his backside.
Madam Zhou, who had been resting, saw this scene and hurriedly said, “Miaomiao, don’t hit your brother.”
The child turned to her with a confused look.
Gu Xiao'er said loudly, “No, we’re just playing. Miaomiao, quickly put the money away so we can buy some candy.”
The child immediately stopped playing and turned around to sit on the ground, gathering the money into his arms.
Seeing that it was mostly coins of one or two cents, Gu Xiao'er felt a headache coming on. “Miaomiao, don’t collect it like that.”
He pulled out the enamel mug they used for drinking water, opened the lid, and handed it to him.
Miaomiao picked up the change and threw it directly into the enamel mug, quickly cleaning it all up. At the end, he didn't forget to cover the mug and hug it to his chest.
The old couple, having finished harvesting the day's wheat, came over from the field and saw that there were still four ice pops in the box, and they hadn't melted at all. They couldn't help but exclaim, "This box is really convenient."
Gu Xiao'er handed one to each of the old couple and one to his elder brother, leaving the last one to eat with Miaomiao.
Old Qin asked, "Why didn’t you take one more?"
Gu Wuyi, half-joking, half-seriously, said, "Miaomiao is still young, and Dad said he shouldn't eat too many cold things."
"Didn't you run out?"
A surprised voice came from the side. Gu Xiao'er froze for a moment, almost dropping the ice pop.
Old Qin was confused, "Didn’t you run out? What’s wrong?"
The villager walked closer, peered into the box, and upon seeing that it was indeed empty, couldn't help but say, "Why didn’t you make more?"
Old Qin frowned; this guy was quite bold.
Seeing the situation wasn’t good, Gu Xiao'er quickly said, "We still have some at home. Once they’re set, we’ll go get them."
The villager nodded in satisfaction and left.
Madam Zhou couldn't help but say, "Such nerve..."
"Grandma, hurry up and eat, they’ll melt," Gu Wuyi had previously refrained from telling the old couple that they had sold the ice pops, afraid they might not approve.
Now that the popsicles were sold out and people were still buying, Gu Wuyi no longer had that concern. He quietly asked Gu Xiao'er, "Where’s the money?"
Gu Xiao'er handed him the enamel mug.
Gu Wuyi opened the mug and let the old couple look at the contents themselves.
The old couple was stunned.
Gu Wuyi smiled, "If we keep selling for ten to fifteen days, we’ll earn back the money for the molds and the box."
Old Qin, shocked, was speechless, "How old are you, and you already know how to do business?"
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