The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Mipu has only been in business for two months since its opening. The net profit in the first month was nearly 700 taels. This month's business is better than last month. There are already 850 taels in the book. Coupled with today's operating income, excluding processing costs and wages, the net profit will not be less than 860 taels.

I easily earned one thousand five hundred taels in two months, which was pretty good, and Mo Yan was very satisfied. If we have a lot of money next year, we can hire more people to take care of the 120 acres of land in the mountain col, and strive for a bumper harvest in the first year.

After returning home, Mo Yan stopped Tietou and Fattou Wang who were about to go home. After giving them this month's salary of 700 yuan for the whole month, he also gave them an extra red envelope.

Tietou and Wang Fattou accepted the wages, but resolutely refused to ask for the red envelope.

Mo Yan saw that the two of them were really unmoved, and the smile on her face became more and more obvious: "Take it, this is my reward for you two for your hard work in the past two months. When the eighth day of the first lunar month, I will still I will continue to trouble you and help my family take care of the rice shop business!"

The two still refused to take it. Wang Tietou scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "It is our duty to work seriously. The boss has already given us wages, so we really can't ask for this reward anymore."

Tietou is stupid and doesn't know how to say nice things. He just nodded in agreement: "You can't have it, you can't have it!"

Mo Yan had no choice but to pretend to be angry and put the two purses into their hands respectively: "Since I gave it to you, take it. If you don't want it, you can just throw it away after you leave my house."

When the conversation came to this point, the two of them did not dare to refuse further, so they had to put their wallets away.

Seeing Tietou stuffing his wages into his purse and hanging it on his waist, Mo Yan couldn't help but remind him: "Brother Tietou, put your purse in your lap and give it to your cousin directly when you get back. Don't let it go." Others took it.”

Mo Hong made a lot of fuss over her cousin's salary of several hundred cents per month, and Mo Niu also started to go back to his old ways and wanted to make some money from it, but the relationship with Mo Hong had eased.

Because of my cousin's honest and honest nature, he took the money back so carelessly. If Mo Hongshi and Mo Niushi bumped into him, my cousin wouldn't even be able to get a penny.

Tietou blinked, not quite understanding what his cousin meant, but he obediently took off the purse, carefully stuffed it into his clothes, and pressed it with his hand to make it look less bulging.

After giving the money, Mo Yan gave the two two pieces of bacon and two packets of snacks on the table as year-end benefits for them. At this time, the two of them were extremely grateful, and repeatedly expressed that they would do a good job in the coming year and live up to the cultivation of their little boss.

After the two left happily, Mo Yan returned to the dining room to eat with her family. While the family was eating, they were happily discussing tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner. In the end, a total of sixteen dishes were decided. In addition to the fish and meat that are essential when worshiping ancestors, everyone will also be cooked a favorite dish, and everyone is happy.

Here, before Tietou reached home with the money in his pocket, he happened to meet Mo Hong in an alley not far from home, who was going to the toilet.

"Hey, my grandson is back, but I miss you so much."

Mo Hong, who was originally standing there, waiting for her grandson to come up to say hello, saw the bacon and snacks in her grandson's hand. She rolled her eyes and came forward with a smile, reaching out to take them.

Tietou still remembered his cousin's instructions, subconsciously hid the things behind his back, and said naively: "Nai, this bacon is a bit heavy, Tietou can't let you get tired."

Mo Hong's face froze and he said unhappily: "What are you talking about? The milk is no longer in its 70s or 80s, and a piece of dry bacon is not a bad thing." After saying that, he reached out to grab it again.