The history of the miser's struggle

Customers are all a one-shot deal, of course they can sell as much as they can. "

"How do you know all these things?" Wu Suhua realized more and more that Yang Jian was not the same as him, but it was strange that he didn't hate him at all, although he kept saying contempt.

"If you don't have a good relationship with the people next to you, you won't be able to hang out even for two days." Yang Jian smiled at him, and walked two steps forward to passers-by looking at the New Year pictures, "This one looks better than the one you just took The color is right."

Maybe that person was making a choice, or maybe he was just passing by to have a look. Hearing what Yang Jian said, he began to look at the painting in his hand seriously, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was different.

"That's it." Put it away and pay decisively.

The uncle laughed and his face was full of wrinkles, "This young man has really good eyesight."

"Would you like to buy some fireworks here? Factory price direct sales, quality assurance." Yang Jian quickly went on to sell, and thus attracted the first customer.

Wu Suhua saw that he was eloquent, so he could only stand behind and watch things and count the money.

In one afternoon, the two boxes of goods were all sold. Yang Jian packed up his things and planned to leave, and took out a small bundle of firecrackers that he left behind and gave them to the uncle next to him.

"Uncle, please come over tomorrow. If it's early, can you reserve a seat for me?"

The uncle was delighted by his coaxing, and he responded immediately, full of praise for Yang Jian, "You are really clever, you should do business in the future, don't waste your good brains."

Yang Jian smiled modestly and waved goodbye.

Back home, Yang Jian first took Wu Suhua to his bedroom, ready to share the money.

"Don't be so anxious, right?" Wu Suhua is really not very keen on things like counting money.

Yang Jian counted the money in his hand twice, and handed a quarter to Wu Suhua. "Half of it is regarded as capital income, and half is regarded as labor income. You and I will each share half."

"You figured it out too clearly." Wu Suhua said, inexplicably feeling a little lost, as if calculating it too clearly would be too natural. He didn't mean to have such a relationship with Yang Jian, but it's a pity that Yang Jian is such a person.

"I'll treat you very preferentially, okay? The income of the labor force is divided equally. If you have my share, you will have your share." Yang Jian said righteously, "Even if you have money, it is also given by your parents. This is the first time you have earned money by yourself. right?"

When Wu Suhua thought about it, it was indeed so.

"So you should have a sense of accomplishment. Why are you so excited? It's the first time you earn money by yourself. It's my boss, Mr. Yang, who gave you the wages."

"Go to hell with you." Wu Suhua was finally happy, he snatched his own share, and was about to grab Yang Jian's share, but failed because of the agility of his opponent.He immediately hugged Yang Jian's head, strangled Yang Jian's neck with his arms, "rob."

"It really lured wolves into the house." Yang Jian said struggling.

"give or not?"

"Not even death." Yang Jian naturally wanted money rather than life.

Wu Suhua chuckled and pushed Yang Jian down on the bed.They originally slept on each side, but now they fell together on Yang Jian's bed.Yang Jian raised his head, and Wu Suhua's golden hair on his forehead was closest to his eyes.

He didn't like such a bright color at first, but he remembered it deeply because of the color contrast when he first encountered it in such a dim corridor.Afterwards, I seem to get used to it unconsciously.

Looking over at this time, through the hair, he could clearly see Wu Suhua's eyelashes, one by one, long and straight.

Then he looked into Wu Suhua's eyes, and his shadow was reflected in those dark pupils.

15

15, verbal war...

Yang Jian's breathing became a little short of breath, and he hurriedly pushed Wu Suhua away before he was discovered, "Don't make trouble, you know that I would rather die than surrender."

Wu Suhua was also a little embarrassed, so he quickly got up and sat down, "Forget it, you're only good for that."

"People have no long-term worries, but they must have near-term worries." Yang Jian looked at him deeply and said.

Wu Suhua shook his head, "Sometimes I really don't understand, your family background is not too bad, why are you so afraid of running out of money?"

Yang Jian was sitting upright, tirelessly preaching his usual theory, "The money is not in your own hands, if you don't have it when it's time to use it, you don't have it, you have nothing to do."

At this time, a high-pitched female voice came from outside the door, "Yang Jian, come out to make dumplings."

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, it is a custom here for every family to make dumplings for the festival.

Yang Jian straightened her clothes and walked out with Wu Suhua.The dining room of Yang Jian's family is closely connected to the kitchen. Yang Jian's mother is busy in the kitchen, and only three big men are left to make dumplings.

"Uncle, you actually know how to roll dumpling wrappers?" Wu Suhua asked curiously.

Father Yang smiled kindly, and asked him, "Do you also eat dumplings over there?"

Wu Suhua nodded, but in his impression, there are only quick-frozen dumplings bought in the supermarket.

"Come here, wrap these up." When Mama Yang came over, she was holding a few clean coins in her hand.

"what is this?"

"Wrapped in dumplings for a while, whoever eats them will be blessed for a year." Mother Yang said, looked at Wu Suhua and smiled, "Your child looks spoiled and spoiled at home, don't work here, Let's go watch TV in the living room."

Yang Jian was unhappy when he heard this, "Mom, when did I have this treatment?"

"Ah, I've worked so hard to raise you so much, I don't want to do a little work." Mama Yang spoke like a cannonball, and she couldn't let anyone interrupt her.

"It's boring for me to watch TV by myself, so let me help with some work." Wu Suhua pretended to be obedient, "Didn't Auntie tell me not to be polite, and treat this place as my own home, so naturally I have to do housework."

Mother Yang laughed so hard that she couldn't close her mouth, she repeatedly said to Yang Jian, "Look at how sensible your classmate is."

Yang Jian joked, "Other people's children are sensible."

"What about you?" Mama Yang raised her face.

"Yang Jian is also a good example of a good student among our classmates." Wu Suhua quickly helped him cover up.

"He? A good student?" Mother Yang asked suspiciously, she knew her son well.

"Of course, I'm the first to hand in the test papers, and I also work part-time to earn money. I'm very sensible."

"Speaking of part-time jobs, I would like to ask," Yang's mother turned to Yang Jian and said, "How much money did you earn in total if you didn't go home to work during the winter vacation?"

Yang Jian didn't expect the topic to turn to himself, so he hesitated for a long time before replying, "I don't know, I'm almost out of money anyway, so I have to earn back the ticket."

"This silly boy," Yang's mother suddenly didn't understand her son, "If you have no money, ask your family for it."

"I'm an adult now, so I should be self-reliant. Besides, you paid for the large tuition fees for me. It doesn't make sense to ask my family for money."

"Aren't you full?" Wu Suhua said inappropriately.

"Anyway, I don't want you to worry too much." Yang Jian said with her head down.

Mother Yang scoffed at this, "I don't know if it's true or not."

Wu Suhua immediately felt a little sympathetic to Yang Jian. His impression of Yang Jian started from this person desperately earning money. He only felt that Yang Jian worked hard at all times, and he had never seen him as a good-for-nothing homeboy. When he recognized that there was some psychological damage, he spoke up for him, "Auntie, it's true, Yang Jian worked very hard."

Yang's mother's eyes turned between the two of them, she smiled and said nothing, but it was clearly an evaluation similar to that of a fox friend.

Wu Suhua wanted to explain, but found that there was no way to explain in this situation, so he looked at Yang Jian innocently.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Yang Jian couldn't help laughing, "I've been busy the past two days, and I forgot to ask you, do you need a haircut?"

"hair?"

"According to our customs, you can't cut your hair for the whole month of the first month. Your hair is quite long now. If you leave it alone for a month, will it be too long?"

Mother Yang also took a look at Wu Suhua, and said, "It's best to dye the color back."

"Mom, you care too much." Yang Jian looked at Wu Suhua, "Their older generation have different aesthetics from us, so you don't mind."

"You are still students, it looks like you have to look like a student." Mama Yang criticized seriously, "Parents are busy and don't have time to take care of it, we elders, can't we say something when we see it?"

"Okay, don't be angry, auntie. I also got such a haircut on impulse after hearing the hype from the clerk in the barber shop. Auntie, you know, those people start to sell you as soon as you go in, it's annoying to death. "

"Isn't it?" Yang's mother immediately felt the same hatred with him, and Wu Suhua was much more pleasing to the eye. She was obviously scared by his hair before and tried to hold back, but in the end she still didn't hold back.

"Auntie, we'll go in a while." Wu Suhua pretended to be obedient over there.

"It won't take a while, those barbershops will be closed sooner." Yang's mother waved her hand, "Yang Jian, you take Xiaohua to get a haircut now, and you can do it yourself."

Yang Jian went out and couldn't help laughing, "Xiaohua."

"What's wrong with Xiaohua?" Wu Suhua couldn't help being furious, "Although the name of the street is bad, it's better than Xiaoming, right?"

"Are you really planning to dye your hair back?" Yang Jian said apologetically, "It's really nothing, she just likes to talk about everything, just don't take it to heart."

"Dye it back, just dye it back," Wu Suhua said suddenly a little melancholy, "At that time, because I was rejected, I wanted to change my mood. Later, I thought it was silly to toss my hair because of one person."

"You know it too." Yang Jian sneered.

"You really deserve a beating. Why did you think you were honest before?" Wu Suhua said sullenly.

"Speaking of Cui Yun, I always