Mr. Qiao thinks this pricing is troublesome. Isn’t it better to find change if the five-character couplet plus the word "Fu" and the seven-character couplet plus the word "Fu"?

It was ruthlessly rejected by Zhou Zhi.

Nowadays, good calligraphers in the county town love to cherish their feathers, and their calligraphy is not as bad as Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao.

In addition, the price is cheaper than printed in Xinhua Bookstore, and the auspicious words on the top can be spread a few streets, and the sales are very popular.

If you are willing to pay 50 cents more, the two children can listen to you talk about the important things at home this year, or the expectations of the year, such as getting a house and marrying a wife, you can help you choose an appropriate pair, explain the contents to you, and then write them on the spot.

Take this thing back and stick it on, which will make your own curtain look good.

Moreover, this comfortable experience is a hundred times better than the awesome salesperson selling prints at Xinhua Bookstore Joint Stand.

The North Gate Wharf these days is crowded with people. Every day, the stalls can sell more than 200 couplets, most of which are seven characters. Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao can earn 178 a day, and at most, 223 a day.

On the 29th day of the Chinese New Year, the business of the couplet stall dropped sharply, and Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao returned the bill at home.

A person divided the money and paid 600 yuan to his mother. The cost of red paper was left, and he gave it to Yang He, which was considered the "working fee" for cutting papers in the past few days.

Adding to the thirty yuan that Yang He had made before, this made up a total of one hundred yuan, which made Yang He feel full of confidence when he went home this time.

Mr. Qiao admired Zhou Zhi very much: "My brother, this is a big profit than selling watermelons!"

Zhou Zhi shook his head: "The preparations are not enough. Brother Yi, we actually lost money this time."

Mr. Qiao held a handful of money in his hand and felt unbelievable: "Is it a loss? How much should I make?"

Zhou Zhi said confidently: "Next year we will go to Manzhou to buy gold powder and write golden characters! Then go and enter some printed New Year's picture couplets! What they have, we have, we have, they don't have!"

"Our handwriting cannot be cheaper than the ones in Xinhua Bookstore stalls!"

“…”

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, Uncle Xinhua came to celebrate the New Year's Day, and also brought iodine-wine scissors and tweezers to remove the threads for Zhou Zhi, meaning that it is best not to keep this thing for the New Year.

My dear grandson recovered well and was lively, so my grandmother still forgave Uncle Xinhua for not being good at medical skills, so she told Uncle Xinhua that she could not get out of bed for three days and could not eat for seven days. She also gave Uncle Xinhua two pairs of insoles.

The 1991 Spring Festival Gala is quite interesting, including Alan Tam’s “Flowers in the Water”, Chen Peisi and Zhu Shimao’s “Police and Thief”, and Jiang Yuheng’s “Looking Back Again”...

However, these shows couldn't catch the heart of exploring their "first pot of gold". Grandma didn't like staying up late, so she paid New Year's greetings to her in advance, so Zhou Zhi went back to her room to plot.

Zhao San was very proud and said that his uncle had been taken down by him. There was usually some "exhaust gas" left in the shipyard's used up helium tanks, so Zhou Zhi wanted to use it as much as possible. These "exhaust gas" were originally waste and didn't even have to pay for money.

Zhou Zhi brought the balloons from the small commodity market in Manzhou. The large ones can blow to a diameter of 80 cm, the medium ones forty cm, and many small ones, loofahs and twisted loofahs.

One hundred balloons per bag, two yuan per bag for large wholesale prices, one yuan per bag for medium size, seven-crock of small and loofah.

There is also the cotton thread that tucks the balloon's mouth, which costs so much, and it's gone.

After roughly preparing the things, the firecrackers in the city began to crackle, and even the sound of the TV at the party was completely submerged. It lasted for two hours before it became sporadic.

Zhou Zhi had few firecrackers at home, and his father was reluctant to let go of it, so he just stood on the TV and started counting down, and then shouted: "Zhou Zhi! Come out! Set off firecrackers!"

It was early in the first day of the first lunar month, just after five o'clock, and it was still dark, so Zhou Zhi left.

There was a thick layer of red firecracker paper on the street, and the sanitation workers were too lazy to clean it because it was the case in the next few days.

Grandma got up and didn't see Zhou Zhi, so she asked her mother: "Where is the good grandson?"

My mother was putting dumplings into the pot: "I went out before dawn, so hurry up and make money! I want to see how much he and Mr. Qiao want to earn this year! How many, how many, mom?"

"Let's be red for the moon." Grandma adhered to the principle of opening a lion when she saw a soft and glutinous thing, and said it calmly.

My mother stuck out her tongue at my father, turned to her grandmother and said, "Mom, you are old, don't eat so much this year, right?"

The father quietly pointed to the dustpan and whispered: "These are made by Zhou Zhi for grandma, so put them first."

When my mother looked at the dustpan, she found that some dumplings were obviously smaller.

Then the father turned around and said to his grandmother, "Mom is okay, we will eat Yueyuehong! Now we have a wheelchair, so we will push you out and go out for a walk!"

"I don't leave the household on the first day of the New Year." Grandma said so, but she was also happy: "Didn't my good grandson make so much money? Why should I hurry out and make money on the first day of the New Year?"

"If you don't leave the house, just walk around the streets." The father patiently explained: "Zhou Zhi is called part-time work and study. It is meaningful to educate children. I agree, so that they can experience the difficulties of life as soon as possible."

"Don't mention the last word during the New Year!"

Grandma still tied her apron, and changed it to a clever statement: "I am not that diligent. The day before yesterday, I saw my good grandson and Mr. Qiao closing the New Year. I lost a lot of money and ordered thousands of dollars!"

My mother couldn't help but shook her hands, and a big dumpling rolled into the pot. The splashed boiling water scared her to shrink her hands: "Then... Mom? Really?"

"Really." Grandma said: "The two children were divided into six hundred and gave the foreign monk seventy. It was said that it was the wages for cutting paper..."

“…”

Just when my parents were silent and saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes, Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao had already met at the shipyard again.

The shipyard is also on holiday, and Zhao San's uncle has returned to his hometown, so Zhao San is guarding him. When he sees the two of them coming, he opens the iron gate.

Zhou Zhisai passed two boxes of snacks: "Happy New Year, Brother San!"

Zhao San quickly shied away: "Zhangzi, you are just having sex with me..."

"This is not for you." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "This is what Brother San brought to the old uncle. You, let's calculate it after we finish the matter!"

Next is to fill the air, tick the mouth, and tie the bottom of the cotton thread to the wire ring with screws so that they won't fly away.

Soon, several large piles of big red balloons floated inside the shipyard's tent. Underneath the big red balloons were colorful and various small and medium balloons.
Chapter completed!