Through the book eighty: the group pet Fubao is busy getting rich

Chapter 114 The word kissed by the chicken paw

Hearing this number, Wang Xiaohong's family cried again with excitement.

"29 yuan and 4 cents, I didn't even dare to think about it before." Wang Xiaohong's voice choked up.

"Aunt Wang will get better and better. But that's not how the accounts are calculated." Tian Chengcheng reminded with a smile.

"Didn't you earn 29 yuan and 4 cents? You made a mistake in recruiting a younger brother?" Wang Xiaohong was so excited that she was confused.

"Aunt Wang earned 29 yuan and 4 cents, but it includes capital. Find a notebook and write down the money spent every day. The total income minus the money spent is the net income." Tian Chengcheng said .

Mrs. Wang doesn't understand.

Zhaodi is also in a daze.

Hu Zi went to school, although he can settle accounts, but he is a little confused about the kind Tian Chengcheng said, after all, he has never been in contact with it.

Tian Chengcheng took out a small notebook and a pen, "Uncle Huzi, please memorize it for me, you should read it first, you must hurry up and learn to recognize numbers."

"Okay, I'll learn." Brother Zhao agreed without hesitation.

In the village before, she didn't think it mattered whether she went to school or not, but after she came out, she found that she was walking on the street, as if she was blind, and she didn't know any of the words written on the signs around her.

Others have also offered to join the ranks.

The group sat down, Tian Chengcheng asked them to think about the money they spent, and asked Huzi to write them down one by one, with the names of the items in front and the money in the back.

When she had almost remembered, she went over to take a look and almost fell on her back.

Good guy!
The word to describe others is the word kissed by an angel.

The word Huzi—maybe it was kissed by a chicken paw?
It's so crooked that you can't recognize it.

Seeing Tian Chengcheng's expression, Hu Zi was a little embarrassed, "My handwriting is not good-looking, not as good as my uncle's. My uncle is a college student. I will practice when I have time."

"This is a word? Are you sure you can recognize it yourself?"

Tian Chengcheng casually pointed to a word, "What is this?"

Huzi watched for a while, his face gradually turned red, and he couldn't recognize it himself.

"As a bookkeeper, if you write like this, who can recognize it?"

As Tian Chengcheng said, she took the pen over, tore off the top page, and seriously copied what Huzi wrote into the notebook.

Her handwriting is in neat lowercase script, with an air of elegance in it, just like the printed script in a book.

"Fubao, can you write?"

"I've read a lot of my uncle's books, and my uncle has been teaching me and brother Han how to write during this time."

Tian Chengcheng calculated all the numbers while talking, "The cost is 12 yuan and 29 cents, and the income is 4 yuan and [-] cents. If you subtract the cost from the income, it is the money earned today. Of course, the money for the incubator and these cotton cloths It’s not included, because it’s a long-term consumable. And the salary of each of you is not included. If you need to hire someone to do it later, the labor cost will also be a considerable part.”

"We can do it ourselves, and we are not afraid of suffering." Wang Xiaohong said, remembering Tian Chengcheng's saying that he could only sell more than 100 buns at a time, "Fubao, we can sell a lot of buns, and I can make more."

"Ms. Wang, what I'm talking about is just a general number. No one cares whether you put 100 or 200 in the box, but if you tell them that there are only more than 100, they will have a kind of mentality of rushing to buy. They will be afraid that they will not be able to buy it, and hurry up.

Of course, just like selling fabrics, we can’t manage enough at one time, so that we won’t be too tired at one time, and it can also give them a sense of expectation every day.Come around every day, maybe you can buy other things along the way. "

Tian Chengcheng explained roughly, this kind of marketing strategy cannot be explained in too much detail.

"I see." Wang Xiaohong nodded, looking at Tian Chengcheng with eyes full of admiration.

This kid is simply too smart!
"Fubao, teach us how to write." Zhaodi said, "How about letting you eat buns every day, how about tuition fees?"

"Okay, deal." Tian Chengcheng readily agreed.

Zhaodi is impatient, so he will immediately drag Tian Chengcheng to teach them how to write.

"I need to buy some paper and a pen first, each of you has to learn, Uncle Hu, you should also learn it again, your handwriting is too ugly."

Tian Chengcheng was not polite, that word was really ugly.

Huzi's face was still hot, "Okay, I'll learn."

Wang Xiaohong took out ten yuan and handed it to Tian Chengcheng, "Fubao, what do you need to buy for writing, you can buy it anyway, is the money enough?"

"It's definitely enough, I don't need so much." Tian Chengcheng smiled and took the money.

Da Ya and Lai Di can still go to school, Yin Di, Zhao Di, and Wang Xiaohong have almost no chance to go to school, and they still have to rely on their own efforts.

"Fubao, I'll go shopping with you, go now." Brother Zhao was full of enthusiasm, picked up Tian Chengcheng and ran outside.

Tian Chengcheng suddenly vacated: "...Hey, hey!"

She is an adult soul, and she is used to walking on two feet. She is not used to the sudden feeling of flying into the air.

Seeing that Tian Chengcheng was scared, Wang Xiaohong yelled from behind, "Brother Zhao, slow down, don't drop Fubao."

"Don't worry, I won't be able to fall. Fubao is so light, even if there are two, I can still hug them." Zhaodi gave his strength and ran out with Tian Chengcheng in his arms in a blink of an eye.

Wang Xiaohong shook her head helplessly.

This girl walks with the wind, don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing?

"Mom, don't worry about her, even if Zhaodi falls herself, he won't fall Fubao." Yindi said with a smile.

Wang Xiaohong nodded, "I have to hurry to buy meat and make stuffing. I will freeze it overnight, and I will get up early tomorrow morning to prepare."

She secretly thought that if she made four pots at a time, she could make more money.

It happened that there was nothing to do in the tailor shop, so Master Wang asked Yindi and Huzi to follow along to help.

To buy a lot of things like noodles and meat, Wang Xiaohong and her two children feared that she might not be able to get them back.

"Uncle Wang, let's go then. These are some steamed buns I left behind. You are still warming them up. Please put them on the bed first, and wait for me to buy vegetables for dinner." Wang Xiaohong gave six steamed buns to Master Wang.

Master Wang waved his hands and told them to go ahead and do their jobs. It didn't matter to him whether he ate alone in those years, but now he just had something warm to eat, and he didn't care about the time.

Moreover, he also hopes that Wang Xiaohong's mother and daughter can live better.

Tian Chengcheng and Zhaodi came to Wholesale Street and entered a stationery store.

Brother Zhao looked at all kinds of things, and his eyes couldn't see, "There are such beautiful pens and notebooks, and this is the first time I have seen them."

The proprietress saw that she knew how to do business, with a smile all over her face, "All the things in our family come from far away, and the only ones that other families don't have."

"It's so beautiful!" Zhaodi said.

Tian Chengcheng asked, "How much is this bucket of pencils?"

"..." The proprietress was taken aback, "Eight cents apiece."

"Auntie, we want to wholesale, how much is the wholesale price for this bucket of fifty sticks?" Tian Chengcheng asked again.

(End of this chapter)