Before Ye Chuijin arrived home, Zhao Yumei ran out to pick up the basket.

"how is it going?"

Ye Chuijin smiled without saying a word.

After waiting at home, looking at the other people sitting at the table, Ye Chuijin smiled and took the unsold salted duck eggs from the basket, one for each.

"eat first."

When the salted duck eggs were just marinated, Ye Chuijin thought about trying it out one by one, but the Zhao family was poor. Before, he couldn't bear to eat eggs every day. How could he be willing to eat duck eggs?

No one ate it at the time.

At this time, Ye Chuijin sat at the table and knocked open the eggshell first, and picked up the duck egg with chopsticks.

The golden-red oil flowed out first, dripping onto the rice porridge, making the original pale porridge suddenly fragrant.

Zhao Yumei swallowed her saliva. After hesitating for a while, she finally gritted her teeth and peeled off the salted duck eggs like Ye Chuijin.

The golden oil flowed out, and she couldn't wait to put a chopsticks and egg yolk into her mouth.

The soft and salty egg yolk makes people want to swallow their tongues.

Zhao Lixian couldn't help it. "Eat, let's eat, there is nothing you can't eat the pickled at home."

Let's start eating after all.

A meal is especially sweet because of a salted duck egg.

After finishing eating and clearing the table, Ye Chuijin took out the cloth bag with money and put it on the table.

"Here is...76 yuan in total. There are three catties of pork in the basket, a bag of white flour, and two bottles of sesame oil. Today I made a total of eighty-two yuan."

Hearing this number, everyone in the room hadn't spoken for a long time.

After a long while, Zhao Yumei tremblingly said, "So much?!"

Ye Chuijin is very calm: "Not too much, handmade soap and duck eggs are not sold out yet."

Yes.

There is still a lot of handmade soap, and a lot of salted duck eggs.

Hearing what she said, Zhao Yumei covered her chest, her face flushed with excitement.

There is no one-hundred-yuan household in Linshui Village, and when I look at it, my family is about to become a one-hundred-yuan household.

The people who left a room still in amazement digested the news. Ye Chuijin took more than ten eggs and another piece of handmade soap and slowly walked from home to the door of Yue Ang's house.

During this period of time, under Ye Chuijin's care, the house where Yue Ang lived was completely changed, clean and tidy, and brighter.

After Ye Chuijin walked to the door, he did some psychological construction for herself for a while.

Stretching the head is a stab and shrinking the head is also a stab, she might as well take the initiative...

Ye Chuijin reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who?" Yue Ang's voice came from the door.

"Uh... the commune sends warmth."

After a while, the door opened.

Yue Ang looked at her, pursed his lips and smiled.

Ye Chuijin's legs were soft as soon as he saw him, and he walked in with his things very cleverly and put them aside.

Yue Ang pointed to the bed: "Sit down."

After that, he poured her a glass of water.

Ye Chuijin took the water glass. Also said quietly a thank you.

The two of them knew everything, and Yue Ang picked up the things she had sent and looked at it.

"Handmade soap? Did you go to the city?" He raised his eyebrows: "How are they selling?"

There was no need for Ye Chuijin to say anything, he could guess that she made these things to make money.

"It's okay." Ye Chuijin mosquito hum: "Improve the living environment..."

Yue Ang put things down and nodded.

"Washing is indeed a good direction, and mid-to-high-end routes are also more suitable for you."

Ye Chuijin listened to him very well, just like a primary school student praised by the teacher in charge.

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