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Chapter 261: Roasted Seeds Business

"Sister Da Ya, I listen to you." When Jiang Qingwan heard that she wanted someone to help, Jiang Yuan looked at Jiang Qingwan with some embarrassment.

Jiang Qingwan looked at the expression on Jiang Yuan's face and raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"No, no!" Jiang Yuan shook his hand quickly, "I want to ask Da Ya to help my cousin Jiang Yu to come together."

Jiang Yuan, the cruel uncle's family, had no good feelings, but Jiang Yu's cousin was the only person at home who cared about him and treated him well.

Jiang Yu is also a pitiful little girl at home who has no one cared about and needs to do a lot of work every day.

Jiang Yu may be due to the same illness, but Jiang Yuan remembers Jiang Yu's goodness.

He knew that Jiang Yu was not doing well at home, so he wanted to help Jiang Yu.

"Yes, yes, but if Jiang Yu comes, are you sure your grandparents and uncles will not come to make trouble?"

Jiang Qingwan looked at Jiang Yuan and expressed her concerns.

The family was basically selfish. Knowing that Jiang Yu came to her for help, he would definitely use Jiang Yu to climb up the pole.

After Kang Yuan's life got better and better, Jiang Yuan's cruel grandparents wanted to reconcile with Kang Yuan and let Kang Yuan go home, but Jiang Yuan refused.

When Jiang Yuan mentioned it, he naturally thought, "Don't worry, Sister Da Ya, my cousin is very nice, you will definitely not cause you any trouble."

"As for my uncle and grandparents, they shouldn't dare to have Uncle Yang in there."

With Yang Guangshan here, Jiang Yuan's grandparents dare not force Jiang Yuan to go home too presumptuously.

After all, Yang Guangshan had blood stained with Japanese devils in his hands before, and many people in the village were very afraid of Yang Guangshan.

However, they still appear in front of Jiang Yuan from time to time. If you want to play the emotional card, it also brings a lot of trouble to Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Qingwan is not afraid of Uncle Jiang Yuan’s family. After all, she dares to even argue with Qian Jinhua. She doesn’t take any attention to grandparents who are only as big as Qian Jinhua’s fingernails.

She couldn't stand a little bit of life, and she could help a little bit.

"You go and tell Jiang Yu that she will come tomorrow. If your uncle's family doesn't let her come over, then say that you can come over and help you get the money."

After all, Jiang Yu is an adult labor force, and without any reward, she will come to work, so Jiang Yu's family will definitely not agree.

Jiang Qingwan thought for a while and continued to say to Jiang Yuan: "You can tell your uncle to help you give me one cent a day. At that time, I will tell Grandma Miao and others not to disclose the specific wages, and let her put away the excess money by herself."

This should prevent Jiang Yu's family from coming to cause trouble.

"Sister Da Ya, I'll thank you for my cousin." Jiang Yuan's eyes were filled with gratitude, "I'll tell my cousin now."

Jiang Qingwan's house was very lively for several days. Jiang Qingwan found Grandma Miao, Sanya, Wuya and Sangrandmother to help.

Originally, she wanted to call Aunt San and Cuilan together, but they were busy in the sauce workshop, as they were close to the New Year.

In just a few days, they almost turned the mountain goods collected by Jiang Yuan into roasted goods or dry goods.

"It's still Da Ya's smart. The persimmons and hazelnuts on the mountain can make so many tricks. How did I think of doing this before? These snacks were much better than the things from the supply and marketing cooperatives back then."

Miao Po Zi was packing snacks in packaging bags, and she sighed while filling them.

In fact, Jiang Qingwan has a lot of snacks that she can make, but she just made some simple ones.

Basically, it is fried melon seeds, fried hazelnuts, chestnut cakes, chestnut kernels, persimmon cakes, winter melon strips and glutinous rice noodles.

However, Jiang Qingwan didn't make many pastries that could not be kept firmly, so she would talk about them when she went to Brother Xiong to explore the way.

These are very simple roasted goods, but the ingredients are carefully configured by Jiang Qingwan, which is definitely more delicious than those of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Yes, I never thought that this fried melon seeds would have such a flavor. It was sweet, salty, and fried with tea powder. The taste was simply great." Grandma San sat next to her and agreed.

She had just tasted several handfuls, and each taste was very delicious, many times better than what she had only fried with salt a few years ago.

Miao Po Zi looked at the battered roasted goods packed on the ground and couldn't help but sigh, "These Zhiqing Su and Zhiqing Lu are indeed from the city. The roasted goods they eat during the Chinese New Year are different, and they still need so much at once. When will they eat?"

Jiang Qingwan, who was sorting out the things, heard the words, and her eyes flashed. She did not tell Grandma Miao and Grandma Miao the real purpose of these roasted goods.

Like the villagers, they thought that these were all the ones Su Bingxi asked her to do it and send it back to Beijing.

The amount of money used by the rich family is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people, and most of the villagers have no doubt about this statement.

"Grandma Miao, Grandma San, if you like it, take some away when you go back later." Jiang Qingwan sorted out some roasted goods from the table for them to take back.

Grandma Miao and Grandma San quickly refused and said, "No, no, we had already eaten a lot when we made it. It would be difficult to make this thing, and it would be bad if there were less for Su Zhiqing at that time."

In the end, he couldn't stand Jiang Qingwan's "toughness". When he went back, he was carrying a bag of snacks in his hand and the wages of these helpers.

Grandma Miao and Grandma San didn't want it, but they just helped for a few days and asked for money.

But when Jiang Qingwan said that everyone had it, they still didn’t accept it, and the young ones didn’t dare to accept it, so they accepted it.

After listening to Jiang Yu's incident, he also agreed that if someone asked, it would be 10 cents a day.

After receiving the money, Jiang Yu looked very excited. This was the first time she had so much money in her hand. She could not reach a penny at home.

Now she actually has more than one piece in her hand. Although she has to give some to her family, she still has a lot left in her hand.

This is the first time she feels that she is a useful person. She is not the money-losing thing she says, but she can make money.

Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Qingwan gratefully, "Thank you, Da Ya!"

Sanya and Wuya are not as excited as Jiang Yu. Over the years, Jiang Qingwan often asks them to help with small things and give them some money.

Over time, the money they secretly hid was also very considerable, and they saved it to go to school in the future.

Jiang Qingwan could see that Jiang Yu was very excited, with a smile on her lips, "No need to thank you, this is your income from labor. In addition to the money handed over to the family, you must hide the remaining money. You can also put some of these roasted goods in Jiang Yuan's place, so that the family members don't see these things."

After contacting each other these days, Jiang Qingwan knew that Jiang Yu was a good person, but she didn't believe in her family.

Jiang Yu nodded, with a rare solemn look in her eyes, "Daya, don't worry, I won't tell you what I'm going to say to my family."
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