Halfway through his rice cakes, Ye Yaodong took a moment while gnawing on a big crab leg to ask Lin Xiuqing, "Have you finished counting the money? How much was there altogether?"
"833 yuan and 26 cents. We've only been selling for a few days, but the sales have been pretty good."
"Mm, that includes this morning's sales. If a third of it is profit, that's over two hundred yuan. That's pretty good."
The Old Lady was astonished. "Th-that much? In just a few days? That's more than other people make working for months..."
The last few times he had gone, he had only brought back a little over a hundred yuan each time. She had not immediately realized that this was several days' worth accumulated together, and such a large sum all at once surprised her.
"Selling a hundred-odd yuan a day and making thirty or forty isn't that much, is it?"
It was nothing compared to smuggling!
Those smugglers could casually make seventy, eighty, or a hundred yuan a day. It was far too easy.
"That's still not much? You sit at home and easily make thirty or forty a day without having to do anything, and you call that not much? If word got out, who knows how many people would be jealous," Lin Xiuqing said as she sat down.
"True. With a steady supply of dried fish, we could make a thousand or so a month. We'd be a Ten-Thousand-Yuan Household in a year, easily."
The Old Lady was delighted. "Yes, yes, we need to buy more dried fish. Who would've thought our country goods would sell so well in the city?"
"Mostly it's because there are lots of people in the city and goods are scarce. Anything sells well, and our dried fish is cheap