Chapter Twenty-Nine: Monkey Ticket Selling Popsicles

(Ask for support and boost, ask for collection recommendation)

At night, when his brother and brother were asleep, Zhang Xingming stretched out his hand to turn on the light and asked his mother: "Mom, how much money do we have now?"

Dad lay in the bed and scolded: "The little fart kid asked this Gaha?"

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Mom didn't look like Dad, but asked seriously: "Erbao asked Qian Gaha?

Zhang Xingming said: "Mom, after the reform and opening up, people can do business to make money in the future, but they can't go to work, I don't want to know how much money our family has, I have a number in my heart, so I can do something." ”

"The child's tone is not small, what do you know, what else do you do, what can you do?"

In the past few years after his rebirth, Zhang Xingming has always shown his "ingenuity" from time to time, just to be accepted by his parents when he wants to do something one day, usually let his father bring some newspapers and magazines back to read, and by the way, he can keep abreast of current affairs and politics.

My mother tucked the corner of the quilt for Zhang Xingming, and said with a smile: "This is quite atmospheric, like a person, what do you want to do?"

Zhang Xingming thought for a while and said, "I'll just think about it, now that I can do business, I don't want to make some money, and I'm sorry for our party's policies." ”

The mother looked at the father, was happy, and said, "Look at what my son said, how do you know this? Who told you?"

"Isn't it written in the newspapers? You don't read the newspapers? Doing business is definitely better than going to work to earn money, and then I can buy new clothes, and now I pick up my brother's clothes every day. ”

"Then what do you say?"

"How much money do we have now? ”

"Our family, huh...... There are hundreds. ”

"Hundreds?"

"Five or six hundred. ”

"So little?" Zhang Xingming subconsciously muttered, and then reacted, this year, the family has five or six hundred yuan in savings, which is really a lot, my father has a salary of more than 20 yuan a month a few years ago, and he has to support a family of five and take care of his grandmother's family.

"You tell him this gaha? When you go out and talk about it, people will remember, what do you really believe he can do?, sleep. Dad said.

The old mother said: "Don't, listen to what Erbao says, I think our Erbao is different from other children, whose child can say these words when he reads a newspaper." Besides, whose child can read the newspaper? Listen to it. ”

"Don't talk nonsense when you go out, people will come to our house to steal it if they know it, do you know?"

"I'm not stupid. Zhang Xingming bared his teeth at his father. In other words, although my father's salary has risen to more than 40 yuan a month, my parents are usually very thrifty people, Zhang Xingming still has an estimate of the situation at home.

"I'm thinking about it, Mom, you have to support me when the time comes, your son will definitely be able to do it, and he will definitely be better than other people's children. Zhang Xingming got up and hugged his mother's neck and was arrogant.

The old mother happily agreed, stretched out her hand to extinguish the light and lay down, and Zhang Xingming also got into the bed.

Knowing the amount of cash at home, (at this time, no one went to the bank to deposit money, all cash was hidden at home) Zhang Xingming lay on the kang and began to think about the plan to make a fortune and do business, but it was not yet time, the political climate had just warmed up, and when it came to the place of Nanfen, it would have to wait for a few years, this is the helplessness of the heavy industry area, and the convenience of business is much more backward than other regions。

Just thinking about it, I listened to my mother and father: "I have to write a letter to my mother tomorrow and tell her not to sell it, we are all three or four hundred, and there are only a few dozen yuan at most, less than a hundred, my mother must be fooled stupidly." Zhang Xingming remembered something, in the previous life, it was also at this time, grandma sold two pairs of gold bracelets for thirty yuan a pair to buy wine and drink, and it was too late for my mother to know, and it is estimated that this is what my mother is talking about now. It will take half a month to wait for the letter to arrive in Zhangjiabao, it is estimated that grandma has sold it, and I have never seen grandma's gold bracelet when I was at grandma's house, so I didn't think about it, it seems that it can only be the cheap antique dealer, alas, write a letter. Zhang Xingming rolled over and sat there in a daze, as if something was popping up in his head, but he just didn't catch it.

"What are you doing like a monkey, scare me, are you gaha?" asked my mother when she turned on the light and looked at Zhang Xingming, who was sitting in a daze.

"Haha," Zhang Xingming patted his head, remembered, letter, monkey, crawled over and kissed his mother on the face, and said, "Mom, you are so good." "What's wrong with this kid?" the mother was kissed inexplicably.

Stamps, what is the best in 80 years? Monkey stamps, 8 cents of tickets, 83 years is three or four pieces, 85 years is a few hundred yuan, if you put a few more years, 97 years that is tens of thousands of a piece, in 2012 a joint (80) tickets is more than 10 million, this is to take back to sit at home and wait for the sky to drop money.

"Erbao, what's wrong with you?" asked the old mother who reached out and touched Zhang Xingming's head.

"It's okay, just remember something, and sleep finely. Zhang Xingming lay down again.

Dad turned off the light, Mom lay down and talked to Dad, Zhang Xingming listened to Mom and Dad on the side, thinking about getting rich. (At that time, the lamp was pulled by a lamp rope, and the lamp rope came down from the wall, along the edge of the kang to the end of the kang, and it could be pulled in any position when lying on the kang)

You have to buy stamps, but you can't just rely on stamps, so you'll have to wait years. It doesn't matter if Dad arrives, although he is a senior worker when his position is gone, he is stable and not too tired, and his father's personality is not suitable for anything. My mother is now in the big collective, and in the 80th year of my mother's hukou will be transferred to the city, and it will be an urban hukou, but I don't have to stay in the big collective yet. Now the big collective is basically building houses and buildings, the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, fourth buildings and No. 20 buildings are all built by his mother's unit, Zhang Xingming remembers that he followed his mother to the construction site in his previous life, and at this time, building a building does not have the scaffolding protective net of later generations, that is, iron pipes are laid with bamboo springboards, how dangerous it is.

In the last life, my mother was discharged from the hospital at the end of 78, and the big collective couldn't go, so I worked as a temporary worker in the Guojiapu Neighborhood Committee for two years, and after signing the household registration in 80 years, I began to sell popsicles with the relationship of the neighborhood committee, and sold until 85 years, ice cream appeared, one dime, and more and more people sold it, and my mother changed careers and began to sell fruits in summer and vegetables in winter, and sold them until 94 years. In those years, my mother suffered too many sins, and every morning at four or five o'clock she had to get up to go to the city to load the goods, and in winter, she could only sit in the back of the truck in the open air wrapped in her coat, and four or five o'clock in the morning was the coldest time of the day, with minus 40 degrees Celsius, and it took nearly 30 kilometers of mountain roads, nearly an hour and a half. When you come back from loading the goods, you have to stand in the ice and snow for a day to sell, and only after dark do you close the stall and go home. At that time, there was no regulated market, so it was to push the cart out, stand on the side of the road to sell, and then push it back at night. Don't say stand for a day, don't say that it was minus 30 degrees in winter at that time, just in 2013, it was minus 15 or 6 degrees in winter, and you were allowed to run for a day outside in the snow.

In this life, my mother is not sick, and she has been working in a large collective, and she has not gone to the neighborhood committee to do it, but it seems that selling popsicles is not bad, not very tired, you can only sell them in summer, and you don't have to suffer in winter, and you can exercise your mother's business awareness, and you can pay attention to it on your side, and after two years with the capital, the country will also let go of private business, and then let your mother do something else.

Zhang Xingming made up his mind, so he called out to his mother, who was talking to his father in a low voice, and said, "Mom, Mom." ”

"What's the matter?" "What's the matter?" the old mother turned to look at Zhang Xingming.

"Mom, do you know the silver (person) of the neighborhood committee?" Zhang Xingming was not sure that his mother could still get on the relationship with the neighborhood committee, if there was no relationship, the popsicles would not be able to be sold, and there would be no business without a certificate from the neighborhood committee in these years.

"Acquaintance, what's wrong?"

"Is it a good relationship?"

"Okay, what's the matter?"

"Now, let's sell popsicles privately, Nanfen Food Factory makes that popsicles, red beans, it's delicious, or you go to the neighborhood committee to talk about it, and get a place for our family to sell it." ”

"Sell popsicles? Mom class?"

"How much money can I earn from work, selling popsicles is my own business, I don't need to look at anyone's face, I can rest in winter, I can earn more than 100 yuan a month, and I sell more." "Mom is now in a big collective, only more than 20 yuan a month and less than 30 yuan, this is still a time to live a lot, and in the winter, there is nothing to live, only a dozen and less than 20 yuan.

"More than a hundred a month? Who did you listen to?" Mom immediately came to her senses, turned on the light, pushed away her father's hand around her waist and turned around, staring at Zhang Xingming.

"Really, I can still fool you. I listened to Sun Xuliang and his father. Zhang Xingming rolled his eyes. Sun Xuliang and his father are the director of the non-staple food store, so it is just right to use this thunder.

"Then I'll go to Lao Guan (the director of the neighborhood committee) tomorrow and ask?" said my mother to my father.

"You can go if you want, I'm afraid that the business will not take a long time. "Dad is still a little hesitant, people don't think much of doing business these days.

"Now the class is more than 20 yuan a month, if I can really sell popsicles for 100 a month, then I won't go to work, Lao Sun is a non-staple food, what he said must be a spectrum, I'll ask tomorrow." "My mother is full of confidence in making money. My mother works in a large collective, and her salary is much lower than that of the whole people.

"Then go ahead, it would be nice if you really earned more than a hundred. "Dad has always been my mother's helper.

"Dad, you've got to make my mom a popsicle truck and a box for popsicles. Zhang Xingming gave his father a task.

"What do you do?" asked Zhang Xingming, who turned over and lay on the pillow.

"Dad, I'm seven years old, you ask me?"

Dad said happily, "Aren't you able to do it, what else can this guy do to make a lot of money." "Mom is happy, too.

Zhang Xingming said again: "Mom, remember, if there are too many people who want to do it, you will secretly stuff ten yuan to others, and there will be a total of 5 places in Guobao, and if you don't fight, it will be gone." ”

"Huh, do you have to go through the back door?"

"No one is stupid, who doesn't want to do things to make money, and if you can't fight, you can't earn it, don't be reluctant. Zhang Xingming said.

The next day he didn't go to school, Zhang Xingming slept lazily, and in the morning his mother took his younger brother to the neighborhood committee to find someone.

Dad took the car to dig loess on the hill at the factory gate. At that time, coal was burned in the city, but it was only the surface of coal, and it could only be burned in proportion to the loess. Coal to buy, loess to find their own place to dig casually, the northeast is black soil, loess really not much, to run a good distance.

In the afternoon, my mother came back with a smile on her face, and Zhang Xingming knew that the sale of popsicles was done.

Sure enough, after my father came back, my mother began to discuss with my father how to get it, and I had to prepare a lot of things, such as cars, boxes, quilts, etc.

The box is easy to get, find an acquaintance to make a wooden box, this year can not get foam, the sponge is used to make an insulation layer, the things you need can be gotten by Dad, the key is the car, according to Dad's habits, it must be the kind of bulky push in the previous life can not be pushed, more than one meter high and 80 cm wide, the result is only a dozen centimeters in diameter of the wheel, or can not be inflated dead rubber wheel.

Zhang Xingming found a pen and paper and drew a simple diagram, in fact, it is to reduce and heighten the car, and add two live pins before and after each to support and fix when it stops moving. I took the simple picture and talked to my parents, my mother was very satisfied, and my father took the picture and pondered there, and it seemed that there was no problem. Zhang Xingming doesn't have to worry about the rest.

It is said that until the end of the 90s, the workers' families wanted to use something, that is, cut some iron plates and iron pipes in the class and welded them and took them back to use, but no one cared, and most of the things in every household were iron. At the end of the 90s, the factory began to manage, but it should still be done. Now that I think about it, so many workers have taken home a lot of money in a year, and it must be calculated according to tens of millions.