I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

The air is so fresh this morning, let's all do our morning exercises.

Stretch your arms, bend your waist, kick your legs, and jump around.

Exercise every day for good health!

She trained yesterday, and she has to train again today, early in the morning. Fenglin was so embarrassed that she was swallowed up by a sea of ​​love.

"Master Yang's daughter is coming to try out the job today, I have to get up." Feng Lin carefully took Zhao Jintao's arm.

"I need to get up too. I've taken two days off, it's time to go to school." Zhao Jintao lazily rolled over.

"Sleep a little longer, I'll cook the noodles and wake you up."

"Um."

Zhao Jintao fell asleep again.

Fenglin got up with a rosy face, lit the stove, boiled water, and cooked noodles.

Sitting by a pot of water, Fenglin stared blankly, thinking how wonderful it would be if she could get pregnant.

Whether it's a boy or a girl, they should resemble their father.

Jin Tao is so outstanding, just like his father, so successful.

After Zhao Jintao finished breakfast, he went to school, and Fenglin began mending his sweater.

Stitch by stitch, the damaged areas are sewn up securely. Unlike coats, sweaters are ruined once a loose thread comes undone.

Master Yang's daughter also came, and Zhang Sanhua arrived.

"Fenglin, Fenglin, open the door!" Zhang Sanhua shouted, banging loudly on the courtyard door.

"They're here..."

Fenglin put down her needlework and hurried to open the door.

Zhang Sanhua was waiting at the door with a basket of vegetables in her hand.

"Sister Sanhua, are you going to buy groceries?" Fenglin quickly opened the door.

"Yes, I went early to queue up and grabbed a pound of pork belly, four pieces of tofu, a pound of vermicelli, and some vegetables. Fenglin, you've moved, and I was thinking of giving you something as a gift. I couldn't afford anything expensive, and I felt embarrassed to give you anything cheap, so I bought you these vegetables. You and Brother Jintao can have them tonight. It's a celebration for your new home."

Zhang Sanhua walked into the house with a carefree attitude, put the vegetables in the kitchen one by one, and took the vegetable basket back with her.

"Sister Sanhua, how can this be? It's too precious, I can't accept it. You should take it back for the child."

Feng Lin was terrified; pork belly was so precious!

"See? You don't consider me a friend at all. Fenglin, come inside, I have something to say to you." Zhang Sanhua pulled Fenglin into the main room.

"Have you done the math? I've already sold 86 sweaters. Do you know how much money I've made?"

"How many?"

"Of those, 53 pieces cost ten yuan each, that's 212 yuan. The remaining 33 pieces cost eight yuan each, that's 66 yuan. That's a total of 278 yuan. My husband works at the Ministry of Agriculture, and his monthly salary is 46 yuan. 278 yuan is half a year's salary for him. Tell me, shouldn't you eat the pork belly?" Zhang Sanhua grinned.

"You made that much money?"

Zhang Sanhua earned 278, Feng Lin should have earned even more.

Jin Tao returned the two hundred to Yang Zheng, and later sent money again when he needed to purchase more goods.

Fenglin didn't calculate it carefully; the money was all in the drawer. If he really made that much, then Qiaoqiao's money could be paid off by the New Year.

"Sister Sanhua, it's your skill to make money, and I should thank you. If you hadn't helped me sell them, I definitely wouldn't have been able to repair all these sweaters before the New Year."

Fenglin didn't tell Sanhua how much he had earned. Jintao had said that the purchase price of the sweaters must never be revealed to outsiders.

"If you need to buy stock, repair goods, or cover costs, you'll definitely earn less than I do. Fenglin, my sister and I, don't be shy, take whatever we give you. Hey, don't you have a coat? Let me check its condition." Zhang Sanhua was thinking about the new sample.

Just as Fenglin was about to take Zhang Sanhua to the warehouse, the gate to the courtyard rang again.

"Sister Sanhua, go to the warehouse yourself. My master has brought her daughter."

Once inside, Fenglin quickly went to pour tea.

"Fenglin, your house is really nice."

Yang Xiu'e surrounded herself.

"It's rented, it costs ten yuan a month. I said it's too big, but my wife said, 'Bigger is better, it'll be easier to work.'" Fenglin served tea to her master and her daughter.

"Fenglin, this is my daughter Miaomin. Minmin is seventeen years old and has been unemployed at home. The work in the garment factory is tiring and complicated, and she doesn't want to do it. It's perfect for her to come here; there are fewer people and more space."

Feng Lin looked at the little girl, who was fair-skinned, had an oval face, and two black braids. She looked very well-behaved.

"Minmin, would you like to work for me?"

Fenglin liked her very much, but he also had to ask for her opinion.

"With such a great environment and high wages, how could I not want it? Of course I would!"

Yang Xiue spoke on behalf of her daughter, then nudged her, letting her express her opinion herself.

"I'm willing," Minmin said, her head bowed.

"Alright, you can stay then. There are still dozens of sweaters that need to be finished before the New Year. And two bags of coats that also need to be completed quickly."

Feng Lin readily agreed.

"You also have coats? What styles? Can I take a look?" Yang Xiu'e's eyes lit up.

"Okay, it's in that room inside. I'll show you."

Inside the house, Zhang Sanhua was looking at coats, taking them out one by one; each one was beautiful.

"Master, she's Sister Sanhua. She sells all my clothes; I only handle repairs," Fenglin explained.

"Oh, okay, that's good. It's really troublesome that you need to repair it and sell it."

Yang Xiue picked up a black woolen coat; it was soft and very comfortable.

"Fenglin, how much is this dress? It's really beautiful."

Feng Lin was taken aback; these coats hadn't been priced yet.

The coat also costs one yuan per kilogram, but it is much heavier than the sweater. The cost is probably three or four yuan.

There's also the shipping cost, so how much should it cost per piece?

While pondering, Zhang Sanhua said, "Twenty, twenty-one pieces. The same style sells for fifty yuan a piece at the supply and marketing cooperative. Sister, look at the quality, it won't break even after twenty or thirty years, the quality is really good."

Yang Xiu'e's face darkened, displeased. She asked Feng Lin, "Why are you interrupting?"

Zhang Sanhua naturally chimed in, knowing Fenglin as she did, that he'd have to sell it for another ten or eight yuan.

How can she make money if the prices are all messed up?

"Master, my wife just brought this batch of goods back, and we don't know the cost price yet. If you like it, I'll ask the price and sell you one at a discount."

After all, she's my mentor; I can't give her anything, and I can't make too much money off her either.

Yang Xiue smiled broadly: "Fenglin, I really like this black one. Have Minmin repair it, and don't charge me for the labor. If it's ten yuan, I'll take it."

"Ten yuan? Old lady, you can't even get that at cost price, can you?" Zhang Sanhua's eyes widened. She really dared to ask for such a price. Was she trying to rob her?

Feng Lin smiled and said, "Master, okay, but only this one. I signed a contract with Sister Sanhua, and if the price is messed up, she won't be able to sell it easily."

Yang Xiu'e beamed with joy: "I understand, I understand, then I'll accept your kindness. Oh, and there are two sweaters that have been repaired. Please have my daughter take them back."

"OK."

Feng Lin nodded, but Yang Xiu'e didn't give him the money. Perhaps she would pay him after taking the clothes.

Zhang Sanhua rolled her eyes at Feng Lin, but didn't say anything, and continued to choose a coat.

Yang Xiu'e left her daughter behind and rushed off to work; she had taken leave from work.

Fenglin entered the house, took the coat that Yang Xiue liked, and taught Minmin how to sew it.

Zhang Sanhua had a lot to say, but with Miao Min there, she couldn't say anything. She grabbed her vegetable basket and stormed off.

She planned to come back in the evening; she had to have a good talk with Fenglin. He sold his best piece of clothing for only ten yuan—it was infuriating!