Seven Zero: The vicious female supporting role pampered four little villains

After Song Jialin packed her things, she went out in the morning and spent 20 yuan to rent a house for three months.

In such a corner of the mountain, the rent is so expensive, no wonder it can't be rented out.

If it wasn't for the fact that this house was right next to Jiang Li's house, she wouldn't even give this kind of rags to her!

In the afternoon, Song Jialin closed the store with her wallet in hand, and called the clerk, Sister Yang, to carry things for her.

Song Jialin only cared about shopping and paying, and Sister Yang followed her behind, helping to carry the big and small bags.

Song Jialin bought all the things, and asked Sister Yang to deliver the things to the mountain in the afternoon.

Sister Yang had never been to Jiangjia Village, she found the place only after asking for directions.

Song Jialin had dinner at home, said hello to her father and went out.

"Dad, I'm going to play at a friend's house for a few days, and I won't be back these days."

"Which friend's house are you going to? Don't you explain clearly? Where can I find you then?"

Before Song Baoshun could say anything, Zhang Yuhua became worried, knowing that her daughter didn't want to see her, she couldn't help but interrupt.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs, you don't have to worry about where I go, you just take care of my dad at home."

Song Jialin's attitude towards her mother is very cold, but Zhang Yuhua has long been used to it, and is unaware of her daughter's sarcastic remarks.

"That's right, my daughter is grown up and has her own ideas. Just take care of yourself, and don't worry about Jialin's affairs."

When Song Baoshun opened his mouth, Zhang Yuhua choked on his words again.

"Thank you dad, dad is the best for me."

Song Jialin shook Song Baoshun's arm lightly, Zhang Yuhua looked towards her, Song Jialin immediately gave her a supercilious look.

"What are you looking at? Clean up the table quickly after dinner. Don't just stand here in a daze. Dad, am I right?"

Song Jialin changed her tone twice in a short period of time, Zhang Yuhua was stunned, but Song Baoshun felt that her daughter was right.

"Yes, yes, my daughter is right!"

Zhang Yuhua stared blankly at the intimate interaction between the father and daughter, and then looked at herself alone, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart.

After eating, Song Jialin left with her small bag on her back.

The reason why she chose to go up the mountain at night was because of Zhang Yuhua's stupid things.

Such a big person, I went to pick up the child in broad daylight, but the child was not picked up, and was kicked out by the people in the village. I really don't know what to say about her.

Song Jialin was furious at the thought of this incident, she didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, so she planned to pass quietly.

The reason why I didn't tell Zhang Yuhua was because she had a bad reputation in Jiangjia Village, otherwise she would be much more relaxed if she was left by my side to help with chores.

In the afternoon, Jiang Li was still in the room with the baby, and several people knocked on the door.

"My niece is raising a child, so it's the same if you tell me anything."

Zhang Guocai was sitting under the eaves with a dry cigarette in his mouth, weaving baskets quickly.

The baskets he weaves each time have different shapes and different uses.

The person who knocked on the door was attracted by his skillful weaving skills and asked casually.

"You've made a pretty good basket, how are you going to sell it?"

"The big one costs two yuan, the medium one costs one yuan, and the small one costs only fifty cents."

Zhang Guocai weaves many shapes, some are simple baskets, and there are many shapes of dustpans.

These things vary in size and time and effort.

Zhang Guocai didn't like knitting in the past, and felt that it was a waste of time and easily hurt his hands. After this time, he gradually got a feeling, and his skills became more and more proficient. Unexpectedly, some villagers asked about it.

At this time, Zhang Guocai didn't think much about it. He felt that his manual work would not make much money, so he didn't have any expectations in his heart.

"What is the one you made up? Can you take a look at it?"

Someone pointed to Zhang Guocai's woven double basket and asked curiously, Zhang Guocai quickly waved his hand.

"This is a double basket for my nephew to sit in. It's not for sale, and you won't need it if you sell it."

"What about that one? That one looks very strange, do you want to sell it?"

The villagers pointed to a duck-shaped box, which looked very novel.

"This is a box, which I wove out of drawings specially drawn by my niece."

When Zhang Guocai mentioned this box, he was full of praise.

"The weaving of this box is quite difficult, and it looks weird."

Following his introduction, the villagers were also attracted by the box.

"How much do you plan to sell this for?"

"It doesn't look like much, and the difficulty of weaving is not small. It was originally sold for two yuan. You are the first order today. If you want it sincerely, it will be 1 yuan and 5 yuan."

Zhang Guocai is now so poor that he lives and eats at his niece's house. If he doesn't make some more money, he will be ashamed to eat and drink for nothing.

In particular, his niece cooks delicious food for him every day, and he also manages to eat enough food every day. For such a good niece, Zhang Guocai is reluctant to let her suffer a little bit.

Zhang Guocai's jargon was taught by Jiang Li, and Zhang Guocai followed suit a few times. At first, he was not used to it, but now he speaks it smoothly, and the villagers are ready to move.

"Then get me one, my wife will definitely like this style when I take it back."

1 yuan and 5 yuan is not cheap, but when the thought of buying things and earning 5 cents instantly, the villagers were immediately moved.

The first transaction was completed, which promoted other people's desire to buy.

"How do you sell this little dustpan? It's so small, it costs [-] cents, right?"

"This dustpan is not too small. It's a medium size anyway. It was originally sold for one piece. If you really like it, you can take it for [-] cents. But don't tell others later, otherwise this business will not be possible."

When Zhang Guocai got to this point, the man happily paid 5 cents for a small dustpan.

Zhang Guocai wove a total of 8 things, and sold 5 of them in just such a short time.

He didn't dare to count the money in front of everyone, and secretly estimated that the five items made a total of six yuan.

Zhang Guocai, whose pocket was cleaner than his face, instantly straightened his waist, and his attitude towards everyone was much better.

"Why don't you leave after buying something? Is there anything else?"

"That's right, is the yam and glutinous rice cake that Jiang Li sent before?"

Zhang Guocai took a closer look and found that these people were all the people Jiang Yi had given yam and glutinous rice cakes to before.

He frowned slightly, thinking in his heart: "Could it be that these people came here to ask for it after eating too little? They all looked good, so it shouldn't be possible? Wouldn't it be so thick-skinned?"

Zhang Guocai didn't say a word for a while. Everyone realized that there might be ambiguity in their words. Zhang Guocai had misunderstood, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "It's not what you think. We don't take it for nothing. If the price is right, I want to buy some as gifts." !"