The two of them were chatting, business was pretty good.
In one morning, Mulan sold nearly two hundred coins, which was already a big income for Mulan. Although it couldn't be done every day, with a few hundred coins a month, she could barely make ends meet. .
Mulan sighed and said, "I just thought about when I could save more money and build a few houses. Then I would have a separate place to live, and it would be more comfortable for the whole family to live together."
At present, Mrs. Zhu continues to live together. Hearing Mrs. Zhu's voice can't help but feel a little annoyed. If you have your own house and live farther away, you really have nothing to do with the Zhu family.
Zhao Yun'er could understand Mulan's mood, "It's always good to have an ideal. As time goes by slowly, things will get better."
Mulan sighed, "Let's put it this way, building a house costs a lot of money. Now it's good to be able to live on by selling these things, let alone building a house..."
After all, it was all about money. Zhao Yun'er looked at Mulan's injured finger and realized that she couldn't continue weaving baskets for a long time. It was tiring and hurt her hands. The main reason was that the money she earned was not particularly profitable.
If you want to live a better life, you have to think of other ways out. What kind of business can be done in this town
Zhao Yun'er suddenly thought of the food stall. If she did it alone, she would probably be very busy and it would be more difficult. But if two people do it, it won't be so tiring, and she can earn more.
Zhao Yun'er had a vague feeling that she and Sun Changquan would not be able to do business for a long time. There was no idea what was going on between Sun Changquan and Qin Hailan. If things really couldn't work out with Sun Changquan, she might as well plan ahead.
In the morning, Mulan's baskets were almost sold. After packing up the remaining things, the two of them went to the market to buy some vegetables. Mulan directly weighed a pound of pork and returned it.
The children in the family have never eaten anything good. If I have some money, I have to buy some to feed the children and satisfy their cravings.
On the way back, Zhao Yuner told Mulan about the plan for the food stall, and Mulan was very interested.
"Yun'er, if it works, I want to follow you. I'm not afraid of hardship, as long as we can make money."
Zhao Yun'er nodded, as long as she could make money, it didn't matter even if it was a little bitter.
"But Yun'er, I don't have the capital..."
Zhao Yun'er patted Mulan on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, Mulan, I'll give you the money first. When we make money later, we can deduct the money slowly, right?"
"Yun'er, it feels like you are still at a disadvantage. In this way, when we divide the money, you can give me more and I can give less. Or I will work for you every month and you can give me a little bit of my wages."
"Mulan, don't you know what our relationship is? Don't be too polite to me. We'll talk about how to divide the money later. Let's go back to Yangcheng to explore the situation and see when we can take over the stall."
"Uh-huh!"
After lunch, Zhao Yuner wanted to go up the mountain, but a lot of officers and soldiers came.
These officers and soldiers gathered in front of Zhao Yun'er's house, attracting many villagers to watch.
Everyone was chattering about what happened.
Normally, the villagers do not commit any crimes, and only a few of them alert the officers and soldiers.