Chapter 42 My Backpack

  The next morning, Qiu Ye got up early and called her brother to get up early too. She couldn't carry so many eggs by herself.

  Qiu Feng was extremely angry at being woken up by his sister, who was always causing trouble and never gave him a moment's peace. In fact, Qiu Feng felt quite helpless, as over the past month or so, he had been worn down by his sister to the point where even his former quick temper was almost gone. It wasn't that he didn't want to give her a good scolding, but looking at her tearful face, he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Besides, she had several powerful backers behind her, unlike him, who was not favored by his father and not loved by his mother, so all he could do was endure it.

  Qiu Feng sat down on the bed and let out a sigh, hearing his sister's repeated urging calls, he got up and started getting dressed.

  Qiu Ye and Qiu Feng pushed the cart to Wang Zhu's home, where he was already waiting with two large buckets of tea eggs. He used a carrying pole to load them onto the cart, then helped push it to the entrance of the teacher's dormitory before hurrying off to collect chicken eggs in the countryside as instructed by Qiu Ye.

  Qiu Ye also sent her brother back home. Her brother still had to go to school in a while, and she was fine here by herself.

  It's not even 6:30 yet, and someone in the dormitory building has already seen Qiu Ye standing in front of the dormitory door. Hurriedly, they came down to buy tea eggs. This morning, Qiu Ye repeated the actions of picking up eggs, collecting money, and making change. By 7:30, all the tea eggs were sold out, and only then could she finally take a breather.

  There were still people who wanted to buy but couldn't, so Qiu Ye brought a notebook and pen, letting everyone write down their pre-order information. She promised that she would definitely deliver the tea eggs within the pre-ordered time frame.

  In this way, Qiu Ye was busy for six whole days, and finally the students of each department of the university were on holiday. She also had time to sort out her income over the past few days, counting for more than an hour, and finally figured it out. In these few days, she sold a total of 1,423 yuan, minus the cost, and made a profit of about 1,000 yuan.

  Qiu Ye Le's, holding money on the bed rolled over several times, while rolling still ah ah shouting, I guess now whoever sees her must think she is mentally ill, but only in this way can express the happiness in her heart.

  Now, who would have thought that the small tea egg business could make so much money in less than a week, including her parents? Although there are only two such good times in a year, it still made her happy for a long time and proud for a long time. This amount of money is almost equal to a worker's annual salary now, and half of her previous monthly salary. It's really not a small amount.

  After a while, Qiu Ye calmed down from her excitement and sat up in bed, giving herself a pep talk. This was just the tip of the iceberg of her wealth for this lifetime; there was still an entire mountain waiting for her to strive for.

  She quickly packed herself, took a backpack, and carefully put the stacks of money on the table into it. She planned to go to Zhu's house first, give him some more capital for buying eggs, and deposit the rest of the money in the bank. With so much money at home, she was worried.

  Qiu Ye slung her small backpack over her shoulder and bounced out the door.

  Qiu Ye's backpack on his shoulder was a beautiful scene in the teachers' college.

  A bright red double-shoulder backpack, which was sewn by Qiu's mother for her using a small piece of red velvet pants that had been cut off from Qiu Ye's old clothes. This kind of backpack, which is very common in later generations, is now very fashionable.

  Although Qiu Ye thought the color was old-fashioned and the opening on top wasn't a zipper, but an elastic band with a buckle, it was filled to the brim with her mother's love for her, so Qiu Ye treasured it very much.

  She has been learning painting with her godmother for over a month, and although she hasn't made much progress in sketching, still stuck on drawing lines, but her simple paintings have shown some small achievements, which can also be attributed to the fact that I watched many cartoons with my child in my previous life.

  So she designed a pattern herself and sewed it on the front of her backpack with white thread. There were six goats in the pattern.

  A little sheep with a sheep horn braid, holding cotton candy, round eyes and a greedy face is myself. The one next to me with a ? expression, arms crossed, and a sideways glance is my brother. Behind the two little sheep, there are four adult sheep. A muscular ram with a small whip in his hand, whipping my brother's ? expression, is Dad. Next to him, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, is Mom. Further away, wearing a floral dress and touching the little sheep's horn braid, is Auntie. Finally, a bull with glasses and a pipe is Uncle. On this backpack cover, she embroidered many gold coins with golden thread. When I wear the backpack, it looks like the gold coins are about to fall off and hit the few sheep below.

  Qiu Ye carefully designed her backpack, where there are all her loved ones and the expectations of this life.

  The pattern on this backpack is a bit complicated, and it was Qiu Ye's first attempt, so she spent several days sewing it. As a result, her mother and aunt liked it so much that they asked her to sew one for each of them as well.

  Qiu Ye rolled her eyes and said, "This is too much of a brain drain, if you want it, it's 100 yuan each." Mainly because this is too much trouble, but if there's a huge bonus attached, she'd be willing to risk life and limb.

  The result was predictable, and at that time, she was slapped on the back by her violent mother, who scolded: "You've fallen into the money pit, you even want to make money from your old mom and aunt, you're getting bold!" Her aunt just smiled with a pursed mouth beside her.

  Qiu Ye only said one sentence, "Look at how realistic this pattern design is."

  Qiu's mother didn't understand at first, but her godmother burst out laughing. After a while, Qiu's mother reacted and started chasing Qiu Ye all over the house. The scene was chaotic, with people running around like headless chickens.

  Finally, Qiu Ye had no choice but to take on the two tasks. After Qiu Ye spent four nights sewing similar yet different patterns onto her mother's and aunt's backpacks, they were delighted but also felt a pang of sympathy. The child's eyes were red from exhaustion, and it was only then that they realized she was just an 8-year-old kid. From then on, they didn't let the child sew anymore, which also saved them a lot of trouble.

  It's all because of this eye-catching backpack, wherever you take it, it can attract people's attention. On the first day Qiu Ye took it out, many women were interested and asked where she bought it. Qiu Ye told them that her family made it themselves, so they went to find Qiu's mom, asking her to ask her relatives to make another one for them. But Qiu's mom politely declined, jokingly saying "Are you kidding me? You're not even letting my own daughter sleep, and she said this backpack is 100 yuan, how can you have the nerve to want it for free?"

  Qiu Ye also carried a backpack to sell stalls, many female students at Normal University liked it very much, but heard that one backpack cost 100 yuan, they all shook their heads and sighed, even if they didn't eat or drink for a month, they couldn't afford one.

  Qiu Ye's idea was that doing this thing was too tiring, if someone could offer a high price, she would let Qiu Qiu do it, otherwise she wouldn't do it, so she set the price very high and also claimed to outsiders that it was made by relatives.

  Now Qiu Ye is going out with a backpack, and some women in the neighborhood will pucker their mouths when they see her, saying sourly: "Your family really has money, taking out 100 yuan every day to go for a stroll."

  So now they have lost their initial enthusiasm, only having the mentality of saying that grapes are sour when they can't eat them. Otherwise, she really wouldn't dare put so much money in her backpack, mainly because she's afraid of scaring others, hehe.

  Qiu Ye hopped along the way to Wang Zhu's house, and saw several middle-aged women gathered at the gate talking to Wang Zhu inside. The gate was not open, and Wang Zhu kept shaking his head in the courtyard. Qiu Ye took a look at this situation and decisively retreated. It didn't matter when she came here, but if she got caught by these old ladies, the whole afternoon would be wasted on them. Qiu Ye was determined not to let that happen. Time is money, and whoever stole her money would have to fight with her to the death.

  Qiu Ye made up her mind and turned around to leave without hesitation, comforting herself that she still had to go deposit money, if she was late, the bank would be closed at noon, besides, she also had to pick up her mother on the way home, neither of these two things could be delayed.

  Then Qiu Ye jumped and went to Central Avenue.