Aunt Mu was happy and grateful, and said words of thanks to Jiang Jiang again and again.

In this way, the two aunts and sons don't have to go around every day to collect torn clothes, as long as they go out of the house, they can go to work, and they can take care of three meals a day, and they earn a lot of money, so they can live a much more comfortable life than before.

Aunt Mu was so happy that she immediately sent the dog to tell Aunt Nian the good news.

Jiang Jiang stopped him, took out a big bowl of lo-mei from the pot, wrapped it in lotus leaves, and asked him to serve it to Lian'er's mother and daughter.

The dog jumped three years high, and the dog went upside down, although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, he also knew Shao Ai. Lian'er is the most iconic girl he has ever seen, so in the dog's heart, Lian'er has long regarded Lian'er as a crush.

The two families were not too far apart, and when the dog passed, Lian'er and her mother were preparing to eat.

There were two bowls of slimy brown rice on the table, half a plate of pickled rotten vegetable leaves, and it was their dinner.

"Auntie, Lian'er, Boss Jiang promised you to work at his place!" The dog jumped into the house and couldn't wait to announce the good news.

"Really?!" Lian'er jumped to the ground, looked at the dog with sparkling eyes and asked.

"Is that fake?" The dog grinned and said, "Boss Jiang said, the two of you will go to work early tomorrow, and he asked me to bring it to you to eat!" ”

As the dog spoke, he put the lo-mei wrapped in lotus leaves on the table.

Lian'er Niang and her two had eaten a few times before, and they were all saved by Aunt Mu.

Now this large bowl of lo-mei is placed on her table at home, and it is still steaming hot.

The mother's hearts were full of joy, as if their days had become different from this plate of lo-mei.

Early the next morning, the widow and her mother packed up and rushed over to help.

"Boss Jiang, thank you so much for giving our mother two such a good livelihood, we have no other ability to endure hardships and not be afraid of tiredness, if you have any work, just tell us to do it." The widow said earnestly.

"What should you do, you just ask Aunt Mu directly, and the rest is just thinking that everyone can live well when the business is good." Jiang Jiang said simply.

At a glance, he saw Lian'er standing behind Widow Mu, so he asked her, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Nian Xiaolian." Li'er said a little timidly.

"This name is a bit awkward, if it's not strange, I'll change your name!" Jiang Jiang said with a smile.

"That's a good dare, Boss Jiang is a literate person, much more knowledgeable than us old and coarse." Widow Mu said happily.

"No, no, in fact, I don't have much knowledge, but I think that since her surname is Nian, it is better to call Nian Xiaoyu, the so-called more than every year, although she is not rich, but she will eventually become well-off, isn't it also a good thing? As for the nickname, it's still called Lian'er, and everyone is already called Shunkou. ”

"Yes, yes, it should be this reason," Widow Mu said: "Aren't all rich people with what kind of name or name, all of them are different, and our Lian'er should also have a small name, a big name." ”

Jiang Jiang has always felt that the meaning of the name is important, but it cannot blindly pursue the meaning of auspiciousness and nobility, regardless of others, and many times whether the name is catchy is very important.

For example, some people's names are difficult to write and read, so the parents only consider whether the words used are tall or not, and make the child's name like a temple number. I don't know, I thought his family had a throne to inherit.

This kind of elegant and vulgar behavior, Jiang Jiang himself is very disgusted. So she actually likes two-word names, or names with the word "small" in them, and thinks that such names are simple and easy to remember, which is very pleasing.

Lian'er's mother and daughter are both from a bitter background, and now it is easy to get such an opportunity, which is naturally cherished. Therefore, he was so busy that he didn't dare to stop, Jiang Jiang watched these two people work coldly, he was quite discerning, and he was very satisfied.

At noon, someone came running in a hurry.

"Aren't you afraid that your butt will be burned in the fire?" Sun Xiaobei looked at the visitor and said strangely.

It turned out that this person lived in Coolie Street, and his real name was Wan Nan, but because "Nan" was homophonic with "difficult", he felt bad.

Do you think, if a person's name is called all difficulties, then there is still a smooth one? So he changed his name to Wan Yi, taking the meaning that everything is easy, but who would have thought that when people read it, they always love to call it "just in case".

As the saying goes, "If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what if", so everyone simply called him "not afraid of 10,000".

Not afraid of 10,000 is a short man in his early thirties, and his livelihood is all on a trolley, which has been a means of livelihood for thousands of families since he beat his grandfather, and it can be regarded as an ancestral family heirloom until he has been here.

This kind of car is called the "fruit car" in Ling Tiancheng, and it is loaded with fresh fruits, of course, vegetables or other snacks, and sometimes some needles and threads. To put it bluntly, it's a miniature little grocery store.

Wanyi goes out early and returns late every day, when to sell all the things in this car, and when to return home. He is also an old customer of Jiang Jiang here, because he has some fragmentary income every day, so he has more money on hand, plus Wanyi is a single, one person is full, and even the dog is fed.

Therefore, every night he was the last to leave Jiang Jiang's lo-mei stall, and every time he came, he still brought two taels of wine with him.

At this time, Wan Yi was so busy that he didn't even push his car, and ran straight to Jiang Jiang.

Jiang Jiang saw that he was panting and sweaty, so he couldn't help but ask him, "Brother Wan, what are you busy with?" ”

"But that's amazing!" Wan Yi's voice is sharp and thin, and when he is in a hurry, he is a little like a little rooster that has just learned to crow.

"Uncle Wan, you can sit down and tell me something." Aunt Mu brought a small pestle and put it on the ground.

As the scale expanded, Jiang Jiang customized a number of simple small stools for diners to sit on.

Lian'er took another bowl of water and handed it over, Wan Yi sat on the stool, and drank the bowl of water in a big gulp to catch out.

"Boss Jiang is amazing now!" As soon as Wan Yi opened his mouth, he became emotional again: "I didn't have time to eat this morning, didn't I come to you to pack a pack of lo-mei." ”

Jiang Jiang remembered that Wan Yi did come to his stall this morning to ask for a piece of lo-mei, and Jiang Jiang asked Sun Xiaobei to wrap him in lotus leaves and put it on his cart.

"Is there anything wrong with this lo-mei?" Jiang Jiang asked him.

"That's a big problem!"

Wan Yi told his experience in detail: it turned out that today was his birthday, and he thought that he would live to be thirty-five years old, and it would not be too much to celebrate his birthday.

But after all, the poor didn't dare to break the bank, so they deliberately bought ginger lo-mei early in the morning.