Zhong Xiaomin rode home at night and saw her husband and mother-in-law under the kitchen.

"Why did you finish eating so late?"

"There are a lot of jobs in the field today, and it's a little late. By the way, do you want to eat some?" Zeng Fansong said to Zhong Xiaomin.

"Then pry half a bowl for me, as long as I pry half a bowl, I can't eat it if I pry too much." Zhong Xiaomin ate skewers at night and drank more than half a bottle of beer, but he didn't eat, he didn't feel hungry at the time, and he rode a bicycle for more than half an hour, but now he feels a little hungry.

After the noodles were pryed, Zhong Xiaomin picked up half a bowl of noodles that her husband had put for herself, picked a few with chopsticks and put them in her mouth, and before she could fully start chewing, she had a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Except for saltiness and spiciness, Zhong Xiaomin didn't taste anything else. Zhong Xiaomin knew that her husband had put all the ingredients he should have put in, but what were the ingredients for eating noodles at home? It was just soy sauce and vinegar, and spicy and monosodium glutamate! There was no old soup, no cheeks, and there was nothing except four simple seasonings, and compared with the rice noodles and pasta that Zhong Xiaomin ate in the rice noodle shop every day, I am afraid that it was not even a fraction of the seasoning. Listening to my nephew, all the seasonings of "Great-sister-in-law rice noodles" add up to more than 30 kinds!

Zhong Xiaomin wanted to pour the half bowl of unpalatable noodles into the bucket, but she looked at her husband and mother-in-law, and saw that the two were eating with relish, Zhong Xiaomin lowered her head and forced herself to swallow the half bowl of noodles in her hand as if she were eating poison.

"Are you done eating? Why don't I pry some more for you?" Zeng Fansong saw that his wife had drunk the noodles and soup cleanly, thinking that Zhong Xiaomin was not full.

"No, full. Tonight, I played with Brother Wang and Tian Xin, and they played together and ate a string of incense. Zhong Xiaomin picked up the noodle bowl and began to wash the dishes with a dishwashcloth.

"Yes, how many masters are you playing? You still eat skewers of incense! Are skewers of incense delicious? I've never eaten them in my life!" Zeng Fansong said with a smile.

"It's delicious! I haven't eaten it, one day I'll put my mother on the gas, let's go eat three together!"

"I don't cut (go)!" Wang Bo's grandmother hurriedly shook her head when she heard that it was going to cost money, "I want to cut you!"

"Why do you think of cutting and eating skewers tonight?" Zeng Fansong asked.

"Where, Bo'er closed our wages tonight, and Tian Xin's delicious batch (slightly derogatory, delicious dog meaning) proposed to go to the tie guy to eat skewers. Guan Ping, Xie Ying and several ghost women applauded loudly when they heard it. I didn't want to cut it, but everyone had to cut it, and I didn't cut it alone, and people didn't think I was pretending to be weird, so I had to cut it three together!" Zhong Xiaomin roughly explained the situation tonight, "I went to work for 21 days this month, and I got 210 yuan! You can take these two hundred yuan and save it!" As he spoke, Zhong Xiaomin took out two red "old hairy men" from his pocket and handed them to Zeng Fansong.

Wang Bo's brother-in-law was very happy to see that his wife had won the money, but he said: "Mom, you haven't even been able to live for a month, are you embarrassed to ask your sister for your salary?"

"This is what Bo'er took the initiative to send us, and it is not what I want. Zhong Xiaomin defended, "I'm all right, Xie Ying, Li Cui and these people have been working for seven or eight days, and Bo'er has paid them salaries." ”

"Our Bo'er's doll is honest, like a!" Wang Bo's grandmother commented, with a smile on her face, "Zeng Fansong, show me the next three, I'll see how different the money sent by Ha'er Bo'er is." ”

"What's the difference, it's not money?" Zeng Fansong handed two "old hairy men" to his mother, "If I were Bo'er, I wouldn't send you money! If you haven't done it in a month, you have to get money!" Wang Bo's brother-in-law began to turn his arms outward.

The three of them discussed again about whether they should send money, of course, "criticizing" their grandson, the nephew was too honest and stupid, at this time, Zhong Xiaomin put forward the idea that she had been thinking about for many days:

"Zeng Fansong, do you know that my sister's rice noodle shop is now selling noodles, and they have sold three hands?"

"I know, when I brought you food two days ago, didn't I see that you were outflanking your hands?"

"Here's what I thought: You see, my sister's rice noodle shop buys a big basket of water and hand-made skins from the farmer's market every day. Not to mention the fact that there are too many of these water surfaces and hand-copying skins, there are always forty or fifty yuan! Among the forty or fifty yuan, I estimate that those who sell water surface and hand-copying skins will earn at least ten or twenty yuan. I see that you usually like to specialize, why don't you specialize in making water surface and copying hands?"

"What's the matter? Get the water and copy the skin of the hand?

As long as you can make the same water surface and hand-making skins as those old women and old ladies in the farmer's market, and the price is the same as theirs, and even we can lower it, why can't you sell it to Bo'er?

Ever since she discovered that the rice noodle shop had to purchase a large number of hand-copied skins and water surfaces every day, Zhong Xiaomin has been thinking about letting her husband, who is good at making things, make up the water and hand-making skins, and replace the two old women who supply 'Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles' in the farmers' market. For this reason, she specially consulted Wang Jichang, and also asked Wang Jichang how to make water surface and copy hands.

Zhong Xiaomin's proposal was really unexpected by Zeng Fansong at first. But after such analysis and encouragement by his wife, I felt that it was not impossible to give it a try. Wang Bo's brother-in-law is similar to him in some aspects, and he likes to tinker with things when he is fine. When Wang Bo was a child, almost all toys, such as bamboo dragonflies, rolling hoops, cows (spinning tops), kites, fishing rods, slingshots, foreign muskets (match guns), bamboo arrows, blow arrows, bows and arrows, frog arrows (the principle is similar to a bow and crossbow, using a bicycle inner tube as a power source, using a bamboo tube as a channel for catapulting arrows, and launching through a machine) and other children's favorite things, Wang Bo can make them before the age of ten, and he is a person who uses the most rudimentary tools to sharpen axes and chop and burn independently. He will not only do it, but also do it finely and beautifully. Whenever he compares himself to his friends, even the things made by some older kids who are a few years older than him, what he makes is often the best. And all these things were not taught to him, he took a look at the samples in the hands of other children, and then ran home by himself to slowly ponder, prepare materials, process materials, assemble, correct, and finally shape.

One of the things that impressed Wang Bo the most was that the first iron ring he rolled was a bent scrap steel bar turned out of the garbage heap. At that time, he was only five years old. For a five-year-old child, there are two hurdles to overcome in order to turn an adult's little finger-thick, crooked scrap steel bar into a round iron ring. The first is how to straighten the waste steel bar that has become a twisted ball, and the second is how to circle it into a circle with high precision, so that the end can be welded just right. Five-year-old Wang Bo smashed a stone and used two bamboos that were very close to each other in the bamboo forest to use the principle of levers to break the milk, and it took seven days of work to turn a ball of "wool" into a circle, a very standard circle.

There is a kind of paranoid in Wang Bo's nature to strive for perfection, not to do it, but to do the best if he wants to do it! It is this kind of fastidioia that makes him a step above the people around him in the end no matter what he does when he is a few years old.

Therefore, Wang Bo often sighed and regretted that with his temperament and natural skill, he should not study liberal arts at all, but should study engineering, and become a researcher and engineer after graduation!

But later, after graduating from university, Wang Bo entered the manufacturing industry in Shuangqing, although he himself worked as a salesman to do exports, but the researchers and engineers in the factory were in contact with a lot. There was even a chance meeting when he became a "boss" with the boss in charge of technology and R&D in the factory (PJP means the same woman). When he learned about the working environment, status, and real situation of these engineers, Wang Bo's regret that he wanted to be a "skilled craftsman", "master craftsman", and "master" gradually faded. He knew that unless he was reincarnated in the country on the other side of the Pacific, even if he studied the best engineering in China and really became a researcher or engineer, he would not be able to make much of a name for himself.

At that time, Wang Bo was very close to a senior engineer surnamed Xiong in the R&D department of the factory. After drinking once, this person complained to Wang Bo that he and his classmate graduated from graduate school at the same time, and he ambitiously went to the enterprise to engage in research and development, while his classmate entered the education system and became a civil servant serving the people through his concern, and the current income of the two is not mentioned, and there is no comparison at all; just talking about the retirement salary received by the two of them after retirement, his retirement salary as a senior engineer is 2,600 yuan, while his classmate who is a civil servant will receive at least more than 5,000 yuan. Why?

At that time, Wang Bo was also over 30 years old, and he also drank two sips of wine, and said at that time: "Old Xiong, you still don't understand the problem? This is the question of the right to speak! Your classmates, how many parents, how many teachers are asking for others, and you are a private motorcycle factory engaged in research and development, who will beg you? You have lived so old and you can't see the current situation of this society clearly, you deserve to do evil!

There is no essential difference between a genius who has no soil and a fish who lacks water.

Wang Bo's brother-in-law, Zeng Fansong, also likes to tinker and make things, especially good at repairing. Although his brother-in-law did not even graduate from junior high school, he was self-taught, and could fix everything from radios to televisions, washing machines, and later motorcycles. In the Zeng family's compound where the uncle is located, if there is something broken in anyone's house, he doesn't go to the street to find the relevant repair shop, but directly looks for the uncle. Among several uncles, Wang Bo regrets the most is his uncle, because of the relationship between the era and the family, there is less culture, and he can't go out, otherwise, with his uncle's hard work and that kind of hard work, he will never nest in the countryside for the rest of his life, and he will definitely do a lot!

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Congratulations to "Purple Qi Donglai 23777" for becoming the second helmsman of this book, thank you very much for your generosity :)

At the same time, I would like to thank you for the tips from the three friends of the Thor Group in 1977!