There are more and more unemployed young men and women in the society, and Yang Dongxu suddenly saw a novel thing on the way out of school, and a pair of men and women not far away were wearing big bell bottoms.

This is the mainstream of fashionable clothing in the 80s, if you carry a tape recorder on your shoulder, plug in a tape and play a song, are dancing, twisting backwards or something, that is the most corrupt fashion pioneer, all around you will cast all kinds of envious, jealous and hateful eyes, than the later generations to drive a BMW.

Of course, there's still an artifact missing, and Mike Harris knows what an NBA basketball player is not, NO, NO, NO, and you'd be too dirty to say that in this day and age.

Mike Harris's toad mirror knows how handsome it is to bring this Sensei Ti, an absolute pickle girl. On the street, if you don't wear a toad glasses, you're embarrassed to talk to other girls.

Yang Dongxu did not participate in this kind of epidemic before his rebirth, there is no way that the countryside is too poor, and when something is popular in the countryside, it is basically not too far from elimination.

Now Yang Dongxu has a chance to mix it, but he doesn't want to mix it at all, thinking about the stiffer and harder the pants, the better, the bigger the horn, the more spikes, the better, of course, the more pointed men's leather shoes, the better, and the kind of Yang Dongxu who has to have a 'three-knotted head' shuddered.

If someone takes a photo as a souvenir and leaves it behind, and it will be exposed in the future, he will definitely have the heart to jump off the building. So these fashions he does not intend to mix. But something else can be done.

For example, a second-class seller of clothing, or a batch of toad mirrors to sell, will definitely make money. As for radios and cassette tapes, they also make money. However, the cost of this thing is too high, and the channel is not easy to find, so it is easier to mix it after a few years.

But the clothing channel and the channel of this toad mirror are not easy to find, which makes Yang Dongxu can't help but have a little headache, after all, he doesn't know any Hong Kong businessmen.

That's right, the popular wind in the 80s blew from Hong Kong, and Yang Dongxu didn't know where the popularity in Hong Kong blew. So if you want to sell these things, Hong Kong businessmen have to find them, of course, if you can find a garment factory, or an eyeglass factory or something, it's not bad to copy it, this thing has no technical content.

While walking, thinking about these messy things, Yang Dongxu quickly arrived home. When he went home and saw that Zhou Ya was no longer there, he left a note to go to the temple, Yang Dongxu scratched his head a little and didn't know what was going on, turned around and walked towards the temple.

"What's wrong?" When he arrived in the small courtyard, Yang Dongxu was a little strange when he saw Zhou Ya and Old Man Xuan sitting in the courtyard in a daze.

Zhou Ya didn't speak, and took out a big iron box next to him that he didn't know what it contained, and when he opened it, there were banknotes of various denominations inside. Of course, the maximum face value is 10 pieces, because there are no 100 and 50 yet.

It doesn't look like it, although I haven't counted it carefully, but there are two or three hundred of those ten yuan in a glance, and this is more than a week, to be precise, the cost of buying meat and flour in ten days seems to be less than two hundred, and there is still a lot of flour left in the kitchen.

So Yang Dongxu looked at Zhou Ya puzzled. In the past ten days, Zhou Ya is no longer as timid as when she first came, her body bones have begun to develop again under the sufficient supply of nutrients, and her eyebrows and eyes have finally opened a little bit, and there is a trend of being beautiful.

"There's more than five hundred dollars in it. Zhou Ya whispered. Although there were no other outsiders in the courtyard, she was still afraid of being heard by others.

"I went and earned so much. Yang Dongxu excitedly said the popular mantra of later generations, threw the schoolbag to the side, and counted the banknotes.

"Will this be fine?" Old man Xuan was a little uneasy.

He knows that selling buns can make money, and the cost and selling price can be calculated to know the approximate profit. But he didn't expect to make so much money, and he was also startled when Zhou Ya moved the big iron box out.

"What can happen? We don't steal or rob and make money with our ability, and we can't say anything when God comes. Yang Dongxu pursed his lips.

"But ......" Old Man Xuan is still worried, the money they earn in ten days is almost worth the money earned by a technician in a year, if it is a month, three months, or even a year, Old Man Xuan swallowed his saliva: "Why don't we reduce the price of buns?"

"The price is too high, can't be sold out every day?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment.

"It's all sold out, there's not a single one left, and there are still a lot of people who can't buy it. Zhou Ya said with some excitement, watching the buns she worked hard to make every day being rushed to buy made her get great satisfaction, and she didn't even count the money.

"Then why is the price reduced, my head is sick? If it weren't for the fact that you two steamed buns with 10 steamers a day are already a little too busy, I would still want to expand production. Counting the money in his hand, Yang Dongxu's eyes were shining.

"You still want to sell more, aren't you afraid of accidents?" Old man Xuan was startled.

"What can happen, the people in the woolen mill won't let you set up a stall at their door?" Yang Dongxu's eyes finally took his eyes off the money.

"Not really. Old man Xuan shook his head.

"Yes, just a few days after the sale, a director of that factory came, and he didn't let us set up a stall anywhere, and then Grandpa Xuan didn't know what he said, and he wanted to give him 10 big meat buns every day, so he didn't come again. But he never pays. Zhou Ya pouted and was very unhappy. Someone took the bun and didn't give money, if it wasn't for Grandpa Xuan stopping her, she would definitely go up and scratch his face.

However, the generations of several people are messy enough, Zhou Yiren is Yang Dongxu's godfather, and Zhou Ya is his godfather's daughter, but Yang Dongxu is only willing to call Zhou Ya's sister and never mention his aunt.

Old man Xuan and Zhou Yiren can be said to be equal friends because of Yang Dongxu's relationship, but when Zhou Ya called Zhou Yiren's father, he just called Old Man Xuan's grandfather.

This made Zhou Yiren a headache, and in the end, it was Old Man Xuan who made a decision, although Zhou Yiren was unwilling to be one level shorter than Old Man Xuan, but where was Old Man Xuan's age after all, he had to acquiesce.

"Silly girl, if you don't give people a little benefit, why do you set up a stall at the door of someone's factory? Where can you make so much money by setting up a stall?" Old man Xuan rubbed Zhou Ya's head, and Zhou Ya avoided it disliked.

Seeing this scene, Yang Dongxu felt that his heart had been stabbed again, whether it was Zhou Yiren or Old Man Xuan, they seemed to love Zhou Ya in their hearts. Zhou Yiren forget it, after all, Zhou Ya is his daughter. But the same is true of Old Man Xuan, what the hell is it?

Thinking about it again in his hometown, although there is also a patriarchal mentality in the countryside, the number of beatings of his elder sister and sister in his childhood is not as good as one-tenth of his own, and Yang Dongxu is even more aggrieved.

Could it be that he was reborn in the wrong era? This era is not patriarchal, but female-preference? Otherwise, why do my parents, my godfather, and the old man in front of me always beat up themselves at every turn?

"That's too much for 10, 8, no, five is enough. If it's just him, just give one, a lot of money. Zhou Ya counted with her fingers.

Every time the chubby director came to get the buns, it was as if he was pulling her meat again. If his gaze could kill people, that director would have turned into meat sauce a long time ago, and the buns were too soft.

However, although Zhou Ya has lived in the countryside since she was a child, she is not a rigid person. Naturally, I know what the reason for sending buns is, but just like she said, she gave too much, which made people feel distressed.

Old man Xuan glanced at Zhou Ya dotingly, turned his head and said to Yang Dongxu: "What do you think of this girl wanting to sell porridge?"

"Why do you want to sell porridge?" Yang Dongxu did not answer Old Man Xuan's question, but looked at Zhou Ya.

"Selling porridge can make a lot of money, and the people who sell steamed buns also complain that we don't sell some thin food, and we will be thirsty if we eat steamed buns. Zhou Ya whispered.

"It seems that not everyone brings water to drink, and selling porridge should also make money. Yang Dongxu rubbed his chin, and then shook his head: "It's better to sell steamed buns, not porridge." ”

"Why?" Zhou Ya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could make money, but she couldn't figure it out when she heard that she didn't sell porridge.

"Can't all the money be made by us, others will be red-eyed, do you understand? Don't worry, in a few days, those who eat steamed buns and are thirsty will not complain. Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

"Why?" Zhou Ya still didn't understand.

"Because no one is stupid, if I guess correctly, some people should start to secretly observe and even start to be moved in the past few days. So seeing that our business is so good, they will definitely follow suit, the cost of selling steamed buns is a bit large, but the cost of porridge is not big, it doesn't matter if you can't sell it even if you boil a pot. ”

"They are thirsty for eating our family's buns, why should they drink other people's porridge?" Zhou Ya was a little unconvinced, but it was not that she didn't understand the reason, she just thought of the money she could make, but she didn't convince others to make it.

"Okay, don't be angry, you'll be angry after you're angry. It is estimated that it will not be long before there are still people selling steamed buns. Yang Dongxu explained Zhou Ya as if comforting his little sister, at this moment it seems that he is the big brother, and Zhou Ya is a little sister who doesn't understand anything.

"How can that work?" Hearing that someone would rob her of her steamed bun business, Zhou Ya was completely anxious.

"Why not? You can buy buns, why don't you let anyone else sell them? Maybe other people's food trucks will be exactly the same as ours." Don't worry, we won't be making less money.

When someone starts selling steamed buns like us, Old Man Xuan will upgrade the recipe of the steamed buns, and our steamed buns will be better than theirs. We're definitely better than they sell.

When they taste better and better, we'll improve it a little more. If they can't improve and start selling at a reduced price, then we won't push the food cart and find a good location to open a store.

Then recruit a few more workers, so that more buns can be made. Purchasing flour and pork in large quantities can also reduce the price, so that although the price of steamed buns has come down, our costs have also come down, and we can make a lot of money by selling more. Looking at Zhou Ya's anxious eyes, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to crush the truth in this and tell her about it.

"If you get your hair on it, you're better than a monkey. Old man Xuan, who was sitting next to him, snorted.

Three black lines appeared on Yang Dongxu's forehead in an instant, what does it mean to be 'more refined than a monkey when you are stained with hair'? This is called smart, smart to know not? Long-term vision to know not......