She was driven away by her own mother at the beginning, and she became rich by cultivating immortals

Chapter 41: Making money!
Because she was doing business outside, Jiang Chuci only applied the cream for five minutes before wiping it off.

"It usually takes thirty minutes, but now I'm giving you a taste."

The skin care cream doesn’t take effect quickly, but He Mengjuan can feel the back of her hand is very comfortable.

The coolness has not yet dissipated, it is not cold, and gives people a refreshing feeling like a cool breeze in summer.

Clean and refreshing.

"Mr. He, how about this skin care cream?" The person asking the question was the neighbor who lived next door to He Mengjuan.

He Mengjuan nodded to her excitedly, and then said directly: "I want a bottle."

Hearing that she wanted to buy it without hesitation, the onlookers could not help but understand.

This balm is totally worth the price!

All of a sudden, several people lined up. There were thirty bottles in total, and naturally everyone got them based on their ability.

Facing most of the people who were still hesitating, Jiang Chuci said to He Mengjuan.

"A small bottle can be used up to 30 times, depending on the skin type. For example, you can use it four times a week. The skin care cream has a clay texture."

"When I say long-term use, I mean until you see results, which means until your skin gets better. You can choose to stop using it or continue using it."

“Of course, your skin condition will not return to its original state after you stop using it, but it will still be affected if you don’t maintain it properly.”

Jiang Chuci was giving her the answer, and also giving the answer to everyone.

In other words, you can stop using it after your skin has healed, but if you don't protect your skin and continue to work as hard as before, the expected effects will still occur.

It is impossible for a person's physical condition to last forever.

No one can defeat time using human means.

People do the math in their minds and think that, according to this statement, assuming that one bottle is used for one and a half months on average, it is actually acceptable, and the effect is really good.

Now, those who were originally hesitant rushed to line up.

It’s a pity that the thirty bottles were sold out very quickly, and those who didn’t buy them felt regretful.

"If I had known I would have bought it directly. Oops, I can't even get in the queue."

"Girl Jiang, how often do you sell this skin cream? Tell me secretly."

Those who had ulterior motives tried to get closer secretly, but were pulled away.

"You're still sneaking around, I'm so ashamed of you."

"That's right, no one will be happy about it, so why not just set a time and everyone can grab it based on their ability!"

"Yes! Jiang girl, you tell us a time and we'll line up based on our abilities."

The noisy scene fell silent, and everyone waited for her reply.

Some people even thought to themselves, why not go and ask where Jiang Yatou lives and wait for her on the road in advance, so that they will always be the first customer.

"Everyone, the production process of skin care cream is complicated. The next time will probably be a week later." Jiang Chuci's voice was mixed with joy.

I was screaming in my heart but not showing it on my face: I made money! I made money again!
"Ah, it'll take another week."

"Can't it be earlier?"

Jiang Chuci shook her head helplessly: "No, I made it all by hand."

After these words were spoken, those who were originally unhappy felt less uncomfortable.

Scarcity makes things valuable, especially handmade ones.

They will only spend time trying to grab it and find ways to buy it, and will not feel resentful if they cannot buy it.

"Okay, then remember to come early, we have to work during the day."

"Yes, yes, many of us have to go to work, or we can take a lunch break."

The crowd expressed their opinions symbolically, and then left with regret and hatred.

Those who buy it feel lucky, while those who can’t buy it can only envy it.

Only Jiang Chuci was in a good mood as she looked at the empty carriage and earned nine hundred yuan from selling the skin care cream.

After closing her stall, she went to the store again, but it was still closed.

I can only return home with regret and come back next time.

……

As soon as Jiang Chuci got home, she took the horse to feed the grass first, and then went home to wash her hands. "Mom, I'm back."

"Hey, take a break. You must be tired after a long day."

Gao Chunling was the only one in the yard, and Jiang Guosheng had finished weaving all the bamboo products.

Now the two elders and their younger sister are helping Jiang Jianhua grow fruits in the mountains.

Jiang Chuci washed her hands and sat beside her to pick vegetables. "Fortunately, the skin care cream I brought today is all sold out. I plan to give some money to grandpa."

Jiang Guosheng borrowed both donkey carts and horse carriages, and he must have given them subsidies behind the scenes.

She can't just accept the benefits and enjoy the efforts of her family with a clear conscience.

Gao Chunling also agreed with this: "Your father has already given it to you."

"Then give it to my dad." Jiang Chuci glanced at the sky: "It's going to rain tomorrow. I'll go fix the roof later. I see some tiles are broken."

Gao Chunling said with a smile: "There's no need for you. Wait for your father to come back and let him go. Let men do the work that men should do, and you can take a rest."

Things like fetching water, chopping wood and repairing the roof are done by men at home.

It’s not that men should do it, but we have to admit that women are indeed inferior to men in some aspects.

Jiang Chuci clapped her hands indifferently and said, "I just patched it up."

She went to get a ladder, tilted it on the roof, and tested its stability.

After checking the ladder to make sure it was safe, I climbed straight up.

Gao Chunling was terrified by what she saw, and she couldn't persuade her. But seeing that she was doing a good job and there was no danger, she finally just let her go.

……

Teachers' apartment building.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm back."

Feng Runming came home from get off work, took off his shoes at the door and put down his bicycle keys.

Glancing at the empty living room, he put down his textbook bag in confusion.

"daughter in law?"

No one responded.

Feng Runming took two steps before he heard humming coming from the bedroom.

The joy can be heard in the sound.

He pushed open the bedroom door and went in, and the next second he clenched his hand around the door handle.

Looking at He Mengjuan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table with a dark face, he took a deep breath and said, "Wife, what are you putting on your face?"

It was pitch black, but he was still humming a song, with the curtains drawn and no lights on.

Fortunately, he was calm enough, the man boasted.

He Mengjuan turned back and smiled, showing her teeth, black and white: "I just bought the skin care cream from the boss where my mother bought the health tea. I bought it from her."

Feng Runming had heard the title of the health tea boss from his mother no less than a hundred times.

Anyway, it's all kinds of exaggerated praise.

He also drank the health-preserving tea and truly felt its powerful effect.

Feng Runming was afraid of hurting her face, so he turned his hand around to hug her and put it on her shoulders instead.

"Then why don't you buy a few more bottles so you can have replacements when they run out."

He Mengjuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Each person can only buy one bottle."

It's such a good thing, if one person buys several bottles, what will others do?

He Mengjuan turned around and looked up at him and asked, "How about you, how are things going at school?"

Feng Runming is the principal of the town primary school.

A smile appeared on his lips: "Now it's different from before. There are many more female students in school."

As the times progress, the idea of ​​favoring boys over girls is gradually fading.

But there are still many elderly people who have deep-rooted ideas. You can't say they are wrong, you can only say that they were born at the wrong time and the influence has penetrated into their hearts.

(End of this chapter)