Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

With the kind-hearted older sister taking the lead, and surrounded by young and beautiful girls, their competitive spirit was stirred, and no one wanted to be outdone.

Zheng Miaoying collected the money on the side, gradually becoming numb from her initial shock.

The money came too quickly, giving her no time to think.

By the time dinner was approaching, only seven or eight hair ornaments remained unsold in the tricycle.

"We're not selling anymore, let's pack up." Lin called to Zheng Miaoying to pack up when he heard that there were no people around.

Zheng Miaoying clutched her handbag tightly to her chest, looking around nervously. "Lin Ting, I'm a little scared, this...this...so much money..."

Lin Ting glanced at the bulging bag and patted her shoulder reassuringly: "Money will only increase as you earn it."

"I'm afraid someone will rob me."

"Then hurry up and get in the car, let's get home as soon as possible."

"it is good!"

This time, Zheng Miaoying didn't hesitate. She immediately jumped onto the tricycle, bent down, and hugged her handbag, wishing she could meld it into her body.

Zheng Miaoying's home is not far from here; it's a heated kang (traditional Chinese bed) house built in the 1970s. There's no central heating in the kang house, so in winter, you have to find your own way to get firewood or coal briquettes to heat the kang.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe Zheng Miaoying's home as bare. However, everything in the room was clean and neatly arranged, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

No one comes home all day, and the house isn't much warmer than outside.

Neither of the two girls seemed to mind the cold; after drinking a couple of sips of hot water, they began counting their money.

The loose change piled up like a small mountain, and counting it one by one was more effective at keeping warm than charcoal.

Under the dim light, the room was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of coins.

"The total is... two thousand four hundred and fifty-eight yuan."

Zheng Miaoying's eyes were wide open, somewhat empty and unfocused.

They spend far less time setting up their stalls in the afternoon than in the morning, but they earn much more money in the afternoon.

Lin Tingfei quickly calculated the bill and handed her 295 yuan: "Here, this is your share."

After saying that, she collected all the remaining money and put it in her inner pocket.

Lin Ting left home today with 69.9 yuan, and now has 2205.1 yuan in his pocket.

Aside from being too cold and straining the voice, there are no other side effects.

Zheng Miaoying held the 295 yuan, her fingers trembling slightly.

She couldn't believe her eyes.

She actually earned enough money to pay off her hospital debts in just one day!

Zheng Miaoying felt a lump in her throat, looked at Lin Ting, and said softly, "Lin Ting, thank you."

She looked at Lin Ting with clear eyes, without a trace of jealousy.

"It's nothing, you've helped me a lot too."

Lin Ting wasn't lying. Although Zheng Miaoying was timid and not very good at hawking her wares, she was good at math and very efficient at collecting and giving change. Without Zheng Miaoying's help, she would have been exhausted from working in front of the textile factory today.

If efficiency is low, the sales speed will naturally be slower, and it's impossible to earn so much.

Lin asked, "Are you going to set up your stall again tomorrow?"

Zheng Miaoying nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling: "Yes! I need to earn more money!"

"Okay, I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

Lin Ting left, and Zheng Miaoying didn't stay at home either; she still had to deliver food to her mother.

Lin Ting's home wasn't far from the city hospital, so she went there with Zheng Miaoying.

I happened to run into Mr. Lin, who was getting off work, in front of the city hospital.

Mr. Lin had just undergone surgery and looked exhausted, but his eyes lit up when he saw his daughter: "Ting'er? What brings you here? Did you come to pick me up?"

"Well, that's right."

If accepting a gift randomly counts as accepting one, then so be it.

Lin's father is a model man; all his fatigue vanishes the moment he sees his daughter.

He walked over cheerfully, and seeing a girl standing next to Lin Ting, asked, "Did you go out with your classmates?"

"Yes, this is my classmate, Zheng Miaoying." Lin heard, "Dad, her mother broke her leg and is hospitalized here."

"Hello, Uncle Lin." Zheng Miaoying greeted Uncle Lin in a soft voice, holding her lunchbox.

"Hello." Lin's father didn't recognize Zheng Miaoying, but said, "If you have any difficulties, come to me at the general surgery department. You are Ting'er's classmate, so don't be shy."

"Okay, okay," Zheng Miaoying's well-developed tear ducts welled up with tears again, "Thank you, Uncle, you are such a good person."

Lin's father knows how to comfort his own daughter, but not other girls. He looked at Lin Ting helplessly, as if asking: What's wrong with your classmate?

Lin Ting quickly nudged Zheng Miaoying and reminded her, "Go and deliver the food to your aunt first. I'll talk to my dad about your situation and see if he can help you."

Zheng Miaoying sobbed, "Thank you..."

Lin Ting waved to her, indicating that she should go about her business, and then said to Lin's father, "Dad, I'll give you a ride!"

"You can pull him down."

Lin's father made her sit on the back seat and rode his bike home with her.

On the way, Lin Ting told Lin's father about Zheng Miaoying's situation, and finally said, "She is making money by setting up a street stall, and she earns quite a bit, but it will take some time before she can pay off her debts."

Lin's father sighed silently: "It's pitiful. Alright, don't get anxious and upset. Tomorrow I'll talk to your Uncle Feng. He's the head of orthopedics, and I'll ask him to take a look at your classmate's mother."

"Thank you dad."

Lin Ting tugged at her father's clothes and suddenly realized that Zheng Miaoying seemed to have taken over her job of helping her.

Is she going to compete with the male lead for the female lead?

That sounds exciting.

When the father and daughter returned home and saw the scene in the living room, they both stopped at the door and stood there as punishment.

Lin's mother sat on the sofa and glanced at the two of them: "Oh, so you know how to come home after all."

The clock on the wall has already pointed to seven.

It was already completely dark outside.

Lin's mother thought the two of them had gone missing.

Faced with the imposing presence of the true head of the family, Lin's father said without hesitation, "Honey, I was delayed by a surgery. I called you this afternoon."

Then Lin's father turned to Lin Ting: "Why didn't you call home when you got back so late? Oh right, what were you doing all this time?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

She and her father are of one mind, but her father is playing mind games with her?

Lin's mother's anger wasn't originally directed at Lin's father. She raised her chin at Lin Ting and said, "Where have you been? I came back at noon and you weren't home. Where did you go running around?"

Lin Ting blinked, trying to imitate Zheng Miaoying by shedding a couple of tears, but failed.

She used a high-pitched voice and pulled out her all-purpose shield, Zheng Miaoying: "My classmate's mother is sick and hospitalized, so I went to help her... Mom, don't listen to my dad's nonsense. He knows where I went. My classmate's mother is hospitalized in the city hospital."

Lin's mother: "You have a cold?"

"Cough cough...no." Lin Ting gave up being a clip and her tone returned to normal.

Looking at the old coat she was wearing, Lin's mother frowned and said, "You should wear more clothes when you go to help out. Why did you dig this coat out?"

"Oh, I was thinking that running back and forth would make my clothes dirty," Lin Ting laughed it off. "Mom, I'm hungry, shall we eat?"

Lin's mother glanced at her and warned, "If you dare to come home after dark again, I'll teach you a lesson!"

"I won't dare to do it again, I won't dare to do it again." Lin Ting held up three fingers to her ear and swore.

She really didn't mean it; she was just used to being left to her own devices and had completely forgotten that there was such a thing as curfews.

Looks like I'll have to adjust my sales strategy tomorrow; I can't go during the rush hour after get off work.

While peak periods may bring higher and faster earnings, they can also trigger maternal instincts.

When it comes to life, making money is insignificant.