After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

In the evening, the tea soup in the boiler had bottomed out, and Lu Xiyue and Song An took advantage of the time when there were no guests to calculate the accounts.

A total of more than 70 bowls were sold today, and after deducting the cost, there was about 280 yuan in net profit.

On the first day of opening, it is already good to have such a result.

The two returned to the village while it was still dark. Lu Xiyue was not in a hurry to go home, so she went to Song An's house first.

Aunt Song and Song An are equally good-tempered. Unlike other villagers, their family does not grow fruit, and Uncle Song has always been a carpenter for a living.

Now that there is an opportunity to subsidize the family, Aunt Song will not miss it.

After saying good-bye to Aunt Song, Lu Xiyue ran into Mother Lu who came back from Aunt Wang's house on the way home.

Seeing the direction she was coming back from, Mother Lu frowned. She remembered that the direction of this road was leading to Mr. Song Xiaoxiang's house.

"Yue'er, you must have come back from Mr. Song's house, right?"

"Yes." She nodded calmly, and suddenly thought of Lu's mother's advice before, she smiled and held her wrist: "Mother, what are you thinking, I just want to ask Mrs. Song to go to the shop to help..."

She told her exactly what happened.

Mother Lu felt much more at ease now, and said tirelessly: "This place is no better than the capital, you have Yunheng for whatever you want to do, and you can't think about anything else."

"I know I know I know."

Regarding the impression left by the original owner on everyone, Lu Xiyue felt that it might take a long time to reverse it.

As for the big villain Xiao Yunheng, she is not something that cannon fodder can touch.

Back home, Mother Lu turned to ask about the shop.

This afternoon, Boss Pan and the others said that the store's business was bleak, and her heart seemed to be hanging on the edge of a cliff, unable to settle down.

It doesn't matter if you lose money, what matters is that the money does not belong to their family.

Lu Xiyue answered honestly: "Counting the rent of the shop, today's net profit is 280 yuan, which is about the same as I expected."

Mother Lu blinked, her eyes froze for a moment, how could this be different from what she had heard.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Lu Xiyue sensed something was wrong.

Mother Lu waved her hands, her expression relaxed, and said, "Today I met Boss Pan and his wife. They don't know where they heard it. There is no business in the shop."

That kind of gloating energy made Mother Lu, who has always been gentle with others, want to go up and kick them.

Lu Xiyue smiled, but did not refute: "The business in the morning is indeed not very good, and the number of people starts to increase in the afternoon."

The mother and daughter talked and brought the food to the table.

Xiao Yunheng just came back from the outside, holding a fish that was not too big or small, and still alive.

Lu Xiyue hurriedly put down the porridge bowl, and quickly stepped forward: "Your injuries haven't healed yet, why go out and make trouble."

She took the fish and brought the basin for him to wash his hands.

The tall young man bent down slightly, and said unhurriedly: "I have nothing to do, go out for a walk, I met Uncle Zhou, don't worry, I use my left hand."

Lu Xiyue stood on tiptoe with a gloomy expression, wanting to check if his wound had burst.

In the past, Xiao Yunheng would definitely not look at him, and walked away with a blank expression on his face.

He lowered his head at this moment, staring at the hair on the top of the girl's head with his dark eyes, turned slightly sideways, and turned his injured shoulder.

The light blue robe was clean, without the smell of blood.

Only then did Lu Xiyue feel relieved, and handed him the cloth towel: "Your injury is still unhealed, it's best not to go out and run around."

Who knows if an assassin will pop out of the grass one day.

Xiao Yunheng suppressed the slightly raised corners of his lips, and responded lightly: "Got it."

Seeing that the two got along so well, Mother Lu was very pleased. If this continues, when Yun Heng recovers, she will be able to hug her grandson in a short time.

After Mrs. Song agreed, Lu Xiyue stopped going to the fruit drink shop and went up to the mountain to pick herbs every day. In just over ten days, Xiao Yunheng's injury has mostly healed under her care.

On the other side, the fruit merchants who hadn't waited for Village Chief Zhao to bow their heads couldn't sit still, and ran to Merchant Li's house one after another to ask for an explanation.

"Old Li, you were the one who said that we would unite and lower the price, and those fruit growers would bow their heads before long. How long has it been, and they have opened fruit drink shops."

"If this continues, the skylight will be opened on my side. I also signed a contract with the capital, and the compensation will be tripled. Let me tell you, if I fail to pay the fruit by then, you will have to take responsibility."

Merchant Li's face was sullen, his heart was in a state of agitation, how could he have known that the old village head Zhao could actually come up with such a trick.

Iced fruit drink, a bowl of tea for [-] cents, and someone actually bought it!

Are these people out of their minds?

"That's enough." He slapped the table fiercely, his sharp eyes swept over the few people present, and said coldly: "I didn't see you disagreeing when I mentioned this matter. Now that the situation is out of control, just Count it on me."

These people think beautifully.

"You all have a good abacus."

Everyone was punctured and their faces were ugly.

"Then what do you say?" the man in black said angrily.

Like those fruit growers, they make money by reselling fruits every year. If they knew that the skylight would be opened now, they would not have been greedy for profit and colluded with Merchant Li.

After a moment of silence, Merchant Li gritted his teeth: "I'll go to Dashan Village to find the old man myself, and at worst I'll give him the original price."

With so many fruits in the mountains, he didn't believe that an ice drink shop could use them.

Everyone looked at each other.

This is the only way now.

Merchant Li moved quickly, and hurried to stop the village chief Zhao before he entered the mountain.

"Merchant Li, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the person coming, Village Chief Zhao's good mood these days has dissipated. Speaking from experience, this profiteer must not hold back any good farts.

Merchant Li had never been slapped in the face by Village Chief Zhao. Thinking about the time he came here before, he didn't make a good confession.

Thinking of his purpose, he suppressed the dull dissatisfaction in his chest, and smiled compensatingly: "Of course I came to collect lychees. The previous thing was a misunderstanding. As long as the village chiefs are willing, we will still pay at twenty cents per catty. what do you think?"

"No way."

Village head Zhao refused without thinking: "Our villagers in Dashan Village can't afford you, Merchant Li, so you should find someone else."

Even if the fruit drink shop can't use so many lychees, he doesn't want to cooperate with this profiteer again.

If it wasn't for Mrs. Lu these few times, how could he come to talk about cooperation in such a low voice?

Merchant Li took a deep breath, and the smile on his face remained undiminished: "Mr. Zhao's words are serious. We have cooperated for more than ten years. The fruit in your Dashan Village is the best around here. If I don't look for you, I will look for it." No one else."

Everyone likes to hear compliments. Seeing Village Chief Zhao's gray brows raised, he struck while the iron was hot: "It really doesn't work. I can add two more coins, which counts as 22 coins per catty."

He didn't believe it, the little old man was not moved.