Smelling the fragrance of rice, two or three figures flashed in the endless fields, looking at the heavy and flat yellow ears of rice, as long as the croppers understood that the harvest season was coming.

The autumn is high and cool, and the white clouds are like flocculents, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

Several elderly aunts walked back on the ridge with hoes on their shoulders, chatting about what this year's harvest would be from time to time, and when they passed by the door of Wang Guozhong's house, they glanced at it unconsciously.

"Hey, Xiao Zhong has a lot of family?"

"People are wealthy, and of course there are many people who go to play. ”

"Look, Cheng Lin and Qiangzi are also there, is there something wrong?"

"Is it really possible, let's go and have a look?"

"Okay, listen to what's going on, I'll have to go back to lunch after that. ”

Dongbiantian came out just to pass by the door of Wang Guozhong's house, they didn't mean to look, when they walked to the field, they heard everyone surrounding Cheng Lin saying that life was better or something like that, they asked a few words in curiosity, and then vaguely knew what was going on.

After listening to this, these two or three aunts laughed and didn't say anything, but on the way back, someone said: "Baoguo has turned over?"

The short and fat aunt muttered, "I didn't expect his family to have a prosperous day." ”

Although the other person didn't speak, he was a little jealous in his heart, and even the poor Wang Bao country came to run from time to time?

……

Grandma's house, laughter.

"Huh. ”

"Shang Hai like this?"

"There are more cars than our people?"

"That's a lot of development. ”

Grandpa Tang resumed playing cards again, and made up a sentence, "Can our Minqiang Town be compared with Shang Hai? It is an international metropolis, and foreigners can be seen everywhere, you don't talk about foreigners here, how many outsiders can you usually meet?"

Everyone nodded thoughtfully, and then turned the topic back to the mother and son.

"Cheng Lin, you gave birth to a good son. Grandma Li leaned against the door frame and said.

The mother couldn't stop smiling on her face, but said in her mouth: "Where there is, he will also have an active brain, and there are many bad things." ”

"When are you going to Shanghai?"

"Bring some vegetables from home, I heard that it is expensive to die over there. ”

"Cheng Lin, come to my house more often when you have time, we live so close, have you played two or three times a year?"

Several aunts talked and laughed with their mothers, and asked a few questions from time to time.

Seeing this, Wang Qiang sighed in his heart, his mother was strong in her life, she failed to do so in her previous life, and she finally raised her eyebrows once in this life.

In fact, he didn't expect so many people to be present, the place to play cards in the countryside is uncertain, and the eldest lady is the same for the neighbors, maybe today at your house, tomorrow to go to his house, just ran into it.

To repay a debt, can't you ask a fortune teller to count an auspicious day of the zodiac and pick an auspicious time to come, right?

As for other things at night, I heard my mother say during dinner before that Lu Wei seemed to be working for people during the day, and it was estimated that he would be at home at night, and Wang Qiang would go back to Shanghai tomorrow afternoon, so he couldn't delay time.

Among this group of people, especially Aunt Yu's attitude was particularly affectionate, and she barely took Cheng Lin's hand to speak.

"Qiangzi, did you rent a house in Shanghai?" Grandma Tang saw that everyone was talking to Cheng Lin, and took the initiative to talk to Wang Qiang, "Are you still used to eating and living?"

Hearing her concerned inquiry, Wang Qiang immediately replied: "Boss Zhu's house, who boarded and opened a game room with me a while ago, used to rent a house this time, after all, my mother also went over." ”

Grandma Cousin nodded, her eyes couldn't stop loving her cousin, she stood up with her hands on her knees, and ran back to the room.

Wang Qiang didn't think much about it, and instead quietly listened to his mother chatting with people.

After a while, Grandma Tang came out again, holding two sets of things that seemed to be sheets and quilts under the oily paper bag, and she handed them to her mother, "Keep it, Shanghai things are expensive, last time Xiao Zhong and I went to see Yun Qiang, he bought a good four-piece set for the two of us and spent more than a hundred, don't spend money in vain, I have a few more beds, take two sets for you." ”

The mother shook her hand in flattery and said, "No, no, I'll just bring some old past." ”

"If you take it, you can take it, where do you have so many words?" Grandma Tang still reprimanded her mother as she used to, but her tone was not so aggressive, and it was rare to explain," Xiaoqin got it back as the director of the Dieshiqiao Textile Factory, it is not worth much, the general four-piece set in Shanghai is sold for seventy or eighty yuan, we can get twenty or thirty yuan on the market, and the next fifteen yuan is available, Xiaoqin took it at the cost price, and the two sets are estimated to be similar to the soybean milk powder you brought, I can't take advantage of you as an elder, otherwise you take the soybean milk powder back, I won't eat it. ”

Xiaoqin is Wang Qiang's aunt, the daughter of her grandmother, and now works as the director of a medium-sized textile factory in Dieshiqiao Home Textile City.

Originally, when Grandma Tang took out the four-piece suit, Wang Qiang didn't think about anything, but I don't know if he was too sensitive to the word "money", when she said that Shanghai sold seventy or eighty, and the Stacked Stone Bridge was only between fifteen and thirty, her heart moved inexplicably.

Many people in the home textile industry don't know much about it.

Especially in this era, the profits are far greater than when online shopping matured.

The main reason is information asymmetry.

Even by 2017, the profits of merchants who do home textile business are more than 70%, let alone now?

And home textiles have a characteristic, the more high-end the profit, the low-grade one makes less money.

Some people may ask, why don't everyone do it when the profits are so high?

It's a simple truth, high profits are one thing, and whether there is a market is another.

Just like in a few years, everyone in the United States knows about making money on the Internet, but how many companies are really doing it?

It's just that Wang Qiang paid attention to it, and felt that the four-piece set might be able to find a way to do it, as the saying goes, relying on the mountains and relying on the water, he leaned on the side of China's largest international home textile city, and he didn't want to try to find a way out of the home textiles, which seemed a little unreasonable.

He went around in his head, and understood that now was not the time to think about things, looking at his grandmother, Wang Qiang knew that the little old lady had a strong personality and always did what she said, if his mother didn't accept it today, it was really possible to take the soybean milk powder back and eat it himself, so he persuaded: "Mom, take it." ”

"Thank you, thank you Barley Mai. Mother took it and said gratefully.

Grandma Tang said, "Thank you, it's not a valuable thing." ”

At this time, Aunt Yu also followed, "Cheng Lin, I have pickled some pickled melons and pickles at home, do you want to bring some over?"

Grandma Fu said: "Her pickled melon and pickles are delicious, I didn't ask her for it last time, Cheng Lin, it's rare to be generous, you have to take some to Shanghai to taste." ”

Aunt Yu said proudly: "That's the secret recipe for pickles that my grandmother passed down from the Qing Dynasty, and she only pickles two jars a year, and I don't have to eat it myself." ”

Grandma Fu snorted: "Then you can give it to Cheng Lin?"

Aunt Yu ignored her, pretended not to hear, and said to Wang Qiang's mother: "I'll get you some later." ”

The mother thanked again: "Then thank you Aunt Yu." ”

After chatting for a while, the mother and son got up and said goodbye.

The others didn't leave, watching the mother and son leave, still discussing.

……

After coming out.

The two came to their grandparents' house.

When I go home, I can't help but come to see the old man.

Grandpa, as always, was lying on the recliner at the door basking in the sun, and grandma was sitting on the side with old clothes and sewing.

"Grandpa, grandma. Wang Qiang greeted.

Grandpa hurriedly sat up, although he couldn't see it, he still looked in the direction of the voice, "Qiangzi, are you back?"

"Come in, come in. "Grandma ran over and moved a bench.

The mother was in a good mood and chatted with the two elderly people about the family's shortcomings from time to time.

After half a ring, Wang Qiang interjected, "Why don't you wear the clothes I bought for the two of you?"

"Good clothes have to be kept for relatives to wear. Grandma glanced at her and said, "You're proud that your kid has earned a little money, aren't you?" We have clothes to wear, especially your grandfather, a bad old man, who doesn't go out of the door, why do you want new clothes? ”

Because of diabetic complications, grandpa has to be supported when he walks, let alone go to a relative's house, even if he walks from the bedroom to the living room, he has to let his grandmother stand while holding a cane, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the door does not go out of the second door.

The grandfather who was trampled on was furious, "What's wrong with my grandson buying me clothes to wear? Why did you spend money indiscriminately?" Hey, you are saying that he spends money indiscriminately, why didn't you say that he spent money indiscriminately when you bragged to others about his filial piety? ”

Wang Qiang: "......"

Yes, the old couple quarreled again.

In the end, his mother persuaded him, and when he was gone, Wang Qiang stuffed 200 yuan to the two old people, asking them to buy more food at home.

……

own home.

took out the key to open the door and went in, Wang Qiang was thinking about home textiles.

If it weren't for Grandma Tang's reminder, he almost forgot that Haitong has an International Home Textile City, which can be regarded as a backup good news.

He wasn't sure if he could make money from home textiles, for the simple reason that it was a sales problem.

If you make a small fuss and open a few four-piece stores in Shanghai, you can do it, but the key is not to make a lot of money. Since tasting the sweetness of electronic products, Wang Qiang is no longer satisfied with that little profit.

So he is not in a hurry, he is ready to inspect the home textile industry market, and if it is really good and can find a market, he does not mind doing home textiles.

I'm thinking about things.

Suddenly, there were several voices outside.

"Qiangzi is making money in Shanghai. ”

"Really?"

"This is still fake, I have to take Cheng Lin with me. ”

"So what about him going to school? Not going to high school?"

"Hey, people have money, can't they hire a tutor?"

Then Aunt Yu's voice sounded on the edge of the threshold, "Cheng Lin, I brought you salted melon and pickles, and I also brought five or six salted duck eggs." ”

Wang Qiang looked outside, and four or five aunts came over.

The mother, who had just run back to the room, heard the movement and immediately ran out, smiling and saying, "Yo, there are so many people, come in and sit." She greeted her.

Aunt Yu handed over two red plastic bags.

Mother took it, moved a few stools for everyone, sat at the door and chatted.

But Wang Qiang has nothing to do, usually few neighbors come to their house to play, today is unusual, four or five people came directly, look at the posture of chatting, it is estimated that it will not go in a short time, this has never happened before, the ancients said that the poor in the downtown no one asked, the rich in the mountains have distant relatives, maybe it is the scene in front of you.