The counterattack begins with Fan Shengmei in Ode to Joy

Chapter 296
Mother Jin Yueji recalled the scene of the family making dumplings on New Year's Day.

Everything seems to be vivid.

The daughter told the whole family about the bad news of her infertility. The daughter blamed herself and forced a smile on her face. The husband was sad and furious. Only Zhuang Ziqiang, the son who had been separated for many years, encouraged the family with the most optimistic words.

"There is still a big gap between our country and the world's advanced level of medicine. It may be an incurable disease in our country, but it may be possible abroad. Dongmei, don't be completely discouraged. In the future, when the second brother has money, I will give it to him. You go abroad to see a doctor."

"Dad, 3 yuan is far from enough, if 30 yuan is not bad."

"Leave the remaining 27 to me!"

……

The emergence of memories made Jin Yueji's eyes burst into tears, and she couldn't control it anymore.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Son, our family is sorry for you." Mother said firmly holding Zhuang Ziqiang's hand.

"Why are you talking about this? We are a family, so if you say this, you will be out of touch."

After Zhuang Ziqiang persuaded her for a while, her mother calmed down. She took off her presbyopic glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"On New Year's Day, we all thought you were telling a joke. I didn't expect you, kid, to take it seriously."

"Mom, 30 yuan is not too difficult. Dongmei is still young. What I want is to let her and Bingyi go abroad to see a doctor as soon as possible, so that they can have a child of their own while they are young."

The mother sighed: "It's good if you have this heart, money is not so easy to earn, and besides, it may not be cured after going abroad."

"Let's not talk about whether it will be cured or not, but the country has come to the conclusion that if there is a glimmer of hope, we must not give up, otherwise this will be the regret of Dongmei and Bingyi for the rest of their lives."

Zhuang Ziqiang looked serious, and his mother was moved and held his hand.

"He looks like an older brother. Even if your father and I leave first, we can rest assured that you will take care of Dongmei."

"Mom, what are you doing with these frustrating words." Zhuang Ziqiang changed the subject, and continued: "Mom, let me tell you the truth, 30 is not a difficult task."

The mother looked a little surprised, "Why are you so sure? It shouldn't be that profitable to set up a stall, right?"

Zhuang Ziqiang smiled lightly, and told his mother exactly what he had done.

After the end, he asked his mother in a showy tone like a kid who got first in the exam, "How is it? Is my business going well?"

My mother nodded, "I can make a net profit of more than 20 yuan in 430 days, which is really good."

But this number is still far away from "30". Zhuang Ziqiang naturally knows this problem. He said: "Mom, it is only the first month. I was a little conservative at the beginning. There are only five stalls. Now it has proved that Malatang This kind of snack has great potential, and the next step is to expand rapidly. In the next three months, there will be [-] such stalls in Jichun City."

"Fifty?" The mother was a little surprised. "Is this too much? What if the things can't be sold?"

"Mom, how dare I talk nonsense if I haven't done some research? This conclusion is the result of my careful research during this period of time.

In terms of city size, our Jichun City is second only to Yanjing, Magic City, and Yangcheng in the country. It has high urbanization and high per capita income. It is not a problem to support fifty small stalls. The most important thing is to choose a good address. If you choose the right address, making money is not a problem. "

At the beginning of the 80s, the Northeast, the heavy industry base that has dominated the country for decades, has gradually begun to show signs of decline, but a dead camel is bigger than a horse. At least at this point in time, Jichun City, the capital of Jiangliao Province, is still the leading big city in China. In cities, ordinary people generally eat food supplies, which are covered by state-run units. In addition, the Northeast is rich in materials, and the standard of living is among the best in the country.

In a provincial capital city ranked among the top in the country, it is not a problem to feed fifty small stalls.

The crux of the problem is how to make these fifty small stalls operate smoothly in Jichun City.

Now there is no cold chain technology, warehousing and logistics of later generations, and the daily material consumption of dozens of small stalls is enough for Zhuang Ziqiang to have a headache.

Naturally, Zhuang Ziqiang would not talk about these things with his mother Jin Yueji.

"It's good if you think about it clearly." Mother nodded, "Reform and opening up is advocated in China now. Although the wind has not yet blown to our Northeast, the government also recognizes self-employed businessmen. But you have to master this boundary Well, fifty workers..."

Mother almost said that your kid is going to be a capitalist.

Two years ago, the news about Nian Guangjiu, the fool melon seed, hadn't completely passed, and Jin Yueji couldn't help but feel a little worried that her son would hire fifty people to set up a stall here.

Zhuang Ziqiang laughed heartlessly, "Mom, who said I hired them. Everyone is the boss, and they just buy from me. Selling things is still their business. What does it have to do with me?"

Jin Yueji suddenly remembered that her son seemed to have said just now that the vendors he hired to set up stalls would be shared. She understood it all of a sudden, and burst out laughing.

Pointing at Zhuang Ziqiang, he said, "You boy, you really know how to play around the edges!"

"Are you relieved now?" Zhuang Ziqiang asked.

The mother smiled and nodded, gently stroked Fuzhuang Ziqiang's eyebrows, "My son is smart, follow me."

Zhuang Ziqiang said funny, "Mom, my dad must be upset if you said that."

"Let him be unhappy, that old man!"

Both mother and son laughed.

Zhuang Ziqiang said seriously: "Mom, I will be the pillar of this family from now on, don't worry."

Jin Yueji caressed Zhuang Ziqiang's arm, her eyes were full of emotion.

"Mom believes you!"

……

The dining car is actually a tricycle. Wu Qian pedaled hard, and seeing that the light-text film was approaching, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Don't look at the street lights that only go beyond the photogram, the photogram not far away is like a black hole, but Wu Qian can feel at ease when she sees it, because that place is her home and there are people waiting for her.

In fact, she is not alone, Zheng Juan is also a light-text film, her eldest sister is also living in her mother's house now, usually the three of them come back from their respective stalls at night, it is difficult to meet, but today I went to Jishantang to open Salary, the three came back together.

The two fell not far behind her.

"Why did you come back at this hour?"

A man's voice sounded in the darkness, Wu Qian patted her chest and said angrily, "You gave me a big jump."

"I'm waiting for you here every night, there's nothing to be scared about." The owner of the voice was her husband Xiao Guoqing.

"You put a cat in the corner, who can watch you?" Wu Qian said angrily, and then jumped out of the car, "I'll ride for you, I'm exhausted."

Xiao Guoqing didn't speak, and took the tricycle.

(End of this chapter)