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Chapter 39 The Little Girl Selling Candles

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    When Chen Yao was walking around the village with a bamboo basket to sell candles, she didn't know that there used to be a fairy tale called the little match girl.  But now she is really a little girl selling candles.  The sisters dislike shame, and no one wants to come out to sell candles.  In fact, she was also afraid in her heart. She also knew classmates in the village. Although she was young, she didn't know that thing called self-esteem, but she didn't want her classmates to see her like this, she just felt very uncomfortable.

    She wants to come out to sell candles, which proves that she is very poor.  She is poor, she is indeed poor, but she doesn't want her classmates to know that she is poor, even if she is really poor, she doesn't want to attract others' attention, she just wants to keep this little secret quietly.  However, the sisters are bigger than themselves, and they probably don't want to be seen selling candles in a small bamboo basket, and how embarrassing it is to shout along the street.  However, seeing her father's painstaking efforts and thinking of the scene where her father escaped from death that day, she still decided to be brave.

    What is there to be ashamed of, I am poor.  If you like to joke, you can joke. It's not my fault that I'm poor. One day I won't be so poor.  She kept comforting herself, and finally opened her mouth like her mother.

    "Mom, please put some packets of candles for me. I went out to sell candles, and the power went out just now. If I meet someone who doesn't have candles at home, maybe I can sell a few packets." Her fluency and composure were all faked, but she  It can be pretended so much.

    "Are you crazy? Do you want others to know that our family is poor?" The second sister's questioning was so abrupt that Chen Yao didn't expect to be questioned by her sister. She didn't expect that she had already made a concession and decided to sell it by herself.  She still objected.

    "Our family is already very poor, and we didn't let you go out to sell, what are you calling me?" Chen Yao was not timid, she didn't feel that she had done anything wrong, she wanted to make money for the family, was she wrong?

    "Otherwise, forget it, maybe no one will buy it. The canteen sells it. Who would buy ours? Besides, our candles have been placed for a long time, and some of them are out of shape." The mother saw her daughter Chen  Yu was so against it, he was also muttering in his heart.  I couldn't give the children a decent life in the first place, and often let them suffer with me.  The clothes I wear are all made by myself. Although they are clean, they are still much worse than the clothes I bought. Others can see it at a glance, and some of the patches on the clothes have been repaired and repaired.  The schoolbags are also old schoolbags that have been used by others for many years. The zippers and other things are broken, but they are sensible children, fastened with pins, and still make do with it, or they are self-made schoolbags, which look ugly.  Pencils are reluctant to throw away when they are out of hand, and notebooks are used up on the reverse side when the front side is used up, and a piece of paper is not wasted.  The sensibility of her daughters made her feel distressed, and she couldn't bear to ask her to sell candles to make money in the street.

    "Why is no one buying it? Isn't the canteen selling a pack of RMB 1.50? Ours are out of shape, so I can sell less. Besides, there are so many candles, if they can't be sold, are they going to be broken at home? Those wax blanks are also  It¡¯s all paid for.¡± Thinking of the fact that Dad narrowly escaped death because of the red wax slab, how much is face worth in front of life?

    The second sister, Chen Yu, gave her a blank look and went to do her homework.  Chen Yao simply stopped relying on the hesitant mother, and went to the Westinghouse candle shop to pick out some candles that she thought were better, and tried to keep the yellow wax paper from the takeaway unbroken, and the candles inside were as straight as possible.  Because it has been stored for too long, maybe the candles in some bags are bent because they were not properly made when they were first made. Some people definitely don¡¯t want such a presentation, so she has to choose some good ones.  However, after getting some good ones, she suddenly felt that she could still bring some broken candles. Although they were a bit bent, it didn't affect the use, and she could make them cheaper.  In the countryside, a dime is very precious, and someone will definitely buy it.  In this way, with her sister's complaints, mother's hesitation and her own persistence, she set off on the road with a bamboo basket.  The journey is not far, even close at hand, but every step is indeed heavy.

    What's more, she couldn't open her mouth.  The "arrogant" momentum at home just now is completely gone.  She just held the small basket made of mulberry sticks with both hands. Although there were only a dozen packs of candles in it, she seemed to be holding a big rock that couldn't be weighed.  It wasn't until I felt the sliding between the palm of my hand and the basket that I realized that my hands were already sweating profusely from tension.  She walked forward step by step, turning her head three times, hoping that someone would open the door to patronize her "business" now, but also wishing that she was an invisible person, so that no one could see her.  She walked through the alleys and streets, encouraging herself over and over again.

    "It's okay, as long as you can sell it for money, you can only make money if you speak louder!" Although she was encouraging herself, her voice??Or at the moment when it is about to make a sound, it closes without any future.  After struggling like this for countless times, she finally closed her eyes.

    "Selling candles, one dollar a pack."

    Everything is difficult at the beginning, when the first cry came out, she found that it seemed to be all right.  And no one will catch her to eat, and no one will come to grab her candles, think about my father, so there is motivation.

    "Selling candles, one dollar a pack."

    "Selling candles, one dollar a pack."

    "Selling candles, one dollar a pack."

    There was a "creak" sound of pushing the door open.

    "Isn't this the fourth daughter of the Changqing family? How do you sell candles?"

    "Santa, these are candles made by my father himself. Come on, look, it's only one yuan a pack, and each pack has ten candles, which is fifty cents cheaper than the ones in the canteen. Come and get a pack."

    "You bring it here and let me have a look."

    "Hey." Hearing the sound, Chen Yao quickly ran to Xu Cuilan in three steps and two steps, and showed Xu Cuilan the whole small basket.  The third wife is called according to the seniority in the village. Li Changqing's family has a low backup, and everyone basically calls them the wife or grandma.  This Xu Cuilan is also a celebrity in the village. She specializes in clothing business and is very smart.  Of course, she also has a special identity.  It was Li Anguo, father-in-law of the third wife, who brought the forklift of Chan Chenyao's family to her home. Because Xu Cuilan also gave birth to her fourth child at that time, Li Anguo carefully moved the forklift to help his son's family avoid punishment.  It led to Li Changqing's house.  Later, Xu Cuilan gave away her third daughter in order to protect her fourth son.  In that special age, giving birth to a son was the lifelong wish of every woman, and giving birth to a son was the glory of a lifetime.  Of course, Chen Yao didn't know all this.

    "Look how bad your color is. The canteens are all pure white. You can make it cheaper." Xu Cuilan was already tempted when she heard the price. She is in business herself, not only knows about candles  The market price, the most important thing is that she is a master of budgeting, and there is a child in front of her, so she naturally wants to bargain hard.

    When Chen Yao heard this, she wanted to bargain. She often went to the market with her mother. She had seen this kind of scene too many times.  However, this villain is not simple, she has already been familiar with the price of the canteen, which is much cheaper than the canteen, and my father also has a cost when he buys these wax blanks.  I spent so much money at the time, no matter how cheap it is, I really can't get it back.

    "Oh, Mrs. San, look at the color of my candle, but it doesn't affect the lighting at all. Besides, it's all made by myself, so you don't have to worry about using it. I'm already 50 cents cheaper than the canteen.  They all come at a cost, I¡¯ve already sold them at a loss, you see, I even brought them home for you, is your house still in use for food, how about this, I¡¯ll give you another one, okay.¡±  Chen Yao usually listens to her mother tell a lot about Xu Cuilan's shrewd deeds, so she has to calculate every penny carefully.  But she didn't want to suffer from being dumb either.

    Xu Cuilan was shocked by the child in front of her. She didn't expect that she knew the prices of the commissary so well, and she was so eloquent.  She saw that the child said so, but it was only one yuan, so she wouldn't be serious about it for one or two cents, besides, her own child was waiting to eat, and when she heard that she was giving one as a gift, she didn't care too much.  After thinking about it again, I happily found a dollar and bought a pack of candles.

    In this way, Chen Yao's "business" selling candles started.  In the following days, she always hoped that the electricity in the village would fail more, so that she could sell as many candles as possible to share the worries of her parents.  During the whole summer, she not only did business in "Qingxi Village", but even expanded to the next door village, earning twenty-six yuan.  This amount may be too small in front of a family, but for this child, it is a huge deal.  Mother Yang Yi also praised her many times.  Even the second sister no longer looked at her with blank eyes, but "admired her".  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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