Chapter 181： Harvest

Chapter 181 Great Harvest

Bamboo baskets are selling fast recently, Grandpa Lu wants to hurry up and weave more.

Lu Siyuan went to school after the new year, and he had to pay tuition fees for high school. His daughter-in-law never sent money back.

My grandson has good grades in school. He can still move now, so he can help earn some tuition first.

Thinking of his daughter, Grandpa Lu couldn't help but have a worried look on his face.

Four years ago, my daughter and son-in-law said that they would go fishing with a fishing boat. I heard that the salary was very high, and it only took two years to come back.

But a person can have an income of 1,000 yuan a year, and after coming back in two years, the family can build a new house.

could not resist the temptation, they went full of longing.

I thought I would come back in two years, but it has been four years, so I wrote a letter once in the middle of the way. Although I also sent some money, it was not much.

Normally, Lu Siyuan doesn't mention his parents, but Grandpa Lu knows that the child still misses his parents, but he doesn't mention it because he is worried.

He sighed deeply, lowered his head and continued to weave bamboo baskets.

Shen Mianmian, who was burning the fire and counting money, heard the voice and glanced outside, and saw the old man bowing his head and weaving a bamboo basket alone, looking a little lonely.

She asked casually, "Grandpa has something on his mind?"

Lu Siyuan kneaded the dough for a while and said, "Maybe I miss my daughter!"

Want your daughter?

Isn't that thinking of Lu Siyuan's mother?

I heard something about Lu Siyuan's parents before. They probably went out to work and didn't come back for several years, so he was raised with his grandfather.

Hearing Lu Siyuan's tone, he meant to blame his parents!

After all, it's someone else's family business. Seeing that Lu Siyuan didn't intend to mention it, Shen Mianmian didn't ask any more, and continued to count the money with his head down.

Lu Siyuan thought she would answer the call, and then he asked some things about his parents. He took the opportunity to complain about the depression in his heart, but after waiting for a while, she didn't say anything.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at her, my dear, this girl is counting the money quickly, and all the reflections in her eyes are Grandpa Mao, where do you remember what he said just now?

He was so angry that he turned his head and snorted with his nostrils, "Seeing the money, it's cheesy."

"Tacky and superficial, it's my synonym." Shen Mianmian, who bowed his head and counted the money, didn't forget to reply.

“…”

Lu Siyuan was completely speechless to her.

Shen Mianmian divided the money into three parts, one was for Lu Siyuan to sell the bamboo baskets, one was for the cost of winter melon, and the other was pure profit.

At that time, there were many people buying winter melons. Those aunts were afraid that they would not be able to buy the same, and no one bargained for the price.

She would rather suffer a loss, and many said that the 240 catties of winter melon lost some weight in it, but the money she made was also considerable.

In addition to the cost of one or two yuan, he even made four yuan and seventy cents.

In the age of a penny a steamed bun, for her, a middle school student, it was already a huge sum of money.

You must know that her father works in a kiln factory, and only 30 yuan a month, which is a relatively high income. Many people work in the city, and only 20 yuan a month.

She earned four yuan seven in just over two hours. If she kept doing this every day, it would be more than one hundred yuan a month, which would have caught up with her father's income for half a year.

"How much do you earn? Laugh like this." Seeing Shen Mianmian's smiling eyes, which were bent into crescent shapes, Lu Siyuan asked curiously.

"Four dollars and seven." Shen Mianmian happily compared it twice with her fingers.

(end of this chapter)