This article fully affirms that "chicken feathers for sugar" is a supplement to the socialist economy, which has more advantages and fewer disadvantages, which not only promotes the development of Yiwu's brown sugar industry, but also exchanges back the "red hair" needed for export, and the "waste chicken feathers" used as fertilizer for farmland, so that grain production can be increased, agricultural efficiency can be increased, and circulation will be invigorated, which will be beneficial to both the country and the people.

The publication of the article has been highly praised by people from the economic, academic and journalistic circles. It was not until 1980 that chicken feathers for sugar were allowed, and the Industrial and Commercial Bureau also issued a temporary license for chicken feathers for sugar. As a result, as soon as the male laborers of the Yiwu people were free, they "poured out", and the village could be described as "ten rooms and nine empty", and the grand occasion was unprecedented.

In later generations, there was a famous TV series "Chicken Feathers Flying to the Sky", which tells the history of the Yiwu people.

"I'm afraid of anything, as long as I can eat enough, I'm not afraid of how far away. Our place used to be very poor, the crops we planted were low, and we couldn't eat enough to get out of the chicken feathers for sugar. My grandfather and my dad did this when they were younger. The sugar changer said with a smile.

From his words, Li Liang clearly heard the optimistic and open-minded spirit of business.

"Master, you can bring something else when you come next time, such as shuttlecocks, whistles, balloons, small scissors, matches, etc.," Li Liang reminded with a smile.

"Okay, thank you little comrade for reminding me!"

The sugar changer picked up the burden, happily knocked on the hammer in his hand again, and the sound of clanging followed his footsteps, echoing in the distance step by step.

Li Liang held an empty dustpan in one hand and a small bag of maltose in the other, and pondered all the way home.

The business spirit of Yiwu people is just a microcosm of Wenzhou people. The label that the Chinese people in later generations put on Wenzhou is the entrepreneurial spirit of starting from scratch and working hard, the spirit of relying on one's own autonomy without waiting or relying on oneself, the pioneering spirit of going all over the world and making the world their home, and the creative spirit of daring to innovate and being good at innovation.

In the first 30 years of reform and opening up, Wenzhou people have shaped a new history of Wenzhou and a model of prosperity by virtue of their hard-working, daring to think and dare to work, breaking the world, and being home all over the world.

Later generations always only see the rich side of Wenzhou people, but they don't understand and understand how Wenzhou people get these, and they don't understand how much sweat Wenzhou people pay in exchange for a happy life.

In fact, it can be seen from the fact that they dared to run a small business thousands of miles away from home in an era when they were always taking policy risks, and their prosperity was not accidental but inevitable.

The Jiangyou merchant gang with a history of hundreds of years in the history of Jiangxi Province has written a strong and colorful stroke in the commercial history of China. However, in the first two or three decades of reform and opening up, the economy of Jiangxi Province gradually fell behind.

"Son, what do you want?"

When Wang Xiulan saw her son coming back, she lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking, so she asked.

"Didn't think about anything, Mom, let's try a piece of candy!"

Li Liang put down the dustpan in his hand, washed his hands, and then grabbed two small pieces of maltose from a small plastic bag and stuffed them into his mother Wang Xiulan's mouth.

Li Shuangzhu saw it on the side and said funny: "Liangzi, what about Dad and me?"

"It's all, it's all there!" Li Liang said with a grin.

Busy until noon, Wang Xiulan made a pot of shredded noodles with eggs and meat. Eating hot pot at night, she didn't cook anything at noon, just made a pot of noodles and beat a few more poached eggs.

"His father, Mengmeng is on the day shift today, and he has a New Year's Day, and he doesn't know if they have food in the hospital canteen. You can send a bowl of noodles to Mengmeng!" Wang Xiulan made the noodles and said to her husband.

Li Shuangzhu agreed: "Okay, you can put it in a lunch box!"

"Mom and Dad, I'd better send it to my sister!" Li Liang took the initiative to say.

"That's good, son!" Wang Xiulan boasted, "Your sister didn't hurt you in vain!"

Li Liang grinned and said: "That's it! Mom, you heat up the braised pig's trotters two days ago, and you let my sister eat a bowl of shredded pork noodles for the New Year!"

Wang Xiulan bought more than 20 catties of pig's trotters, large intestines, and pig ears two days ago, marinated in advance, and put them in a steel pot to wait for the New Year. However, tonight, the family was going to continue to eat hot pot, so she didn't bring out this pot of lo-mei to heat it up.

"Great!"

Reheated a pot of homemade lo-mei, Wang Xiulan took out a large bowl and cut a bowl full of pig's trotters and pig ears. Daughter Li Meng didn't like to eat pig's large intestine, so she didn't cut into it.

Li Liang took out a big basket at home, he had also brought food to his sister before, and he knew that he was using this basket.

Wang Xiulan put the packed noodles, a bowl of chopped lo-mei, chopsticks and other things in the basket, and covered it with a steel pot lid. I took a towel dipped in hot water, spread it on the lid to keep warm, and advised: "Son, you hurry up and send it to your sister while it's hot, pay attention to safety on the road!"

Li Liang carried the basket, went out quickly, and walked in the direction of the hospital.

This is Li Shuangzhu's voice sounding in the back: "Son, I'll ride you over, you walk for an estimated 20 minutes, and the meeting and food will be cold!"

Li Liang sat on the back seat of Li Shuangzhu's bicycle, holding a basket in one hand, shivering from the cold. Soon arrived at the hospital, Li Liang beckoned to his father Li Shuangzhu: "Dad, you go back first, I'll come back by myself after I finish sending it to my sister!"

There were many things at home during the Chinese New Year, Li Shuangzhu didn't say much, waved his hand, and rode his bicycle back.

The People's Hospital of Hek County is in the northeast of the county, about 2 or 3 kilometers away from Li Liang's house. At this time, the People's Hospital was not as luxurious as in later generations, but it was also two small buildings with three floors.

The building facing the street in front is the administrative building and outpatient department, and the one in the courtyard in the back is the inpatient department.

Li Meng's emergency department is on the first floor of the building outside, and Li Liang followed the memories of his previous life and came to the emergency department with ease.

The emergency department was quiet, and the two nurses inside were chatting with their heads down, and when they heard the footsteps in the corridor and thought a patient was coming, they looked up and one of the nurses shouted, "Ryoko, why are you here?"

"Sister, I'm here to bring you food! You haven't eaten yet!" Li Liang entered the room with the basket, asked with a smile, and nodded and smiled at the other nurse.

Li Meng looked up at the wall clock on the office wall, half past eleven, and it was not time to eat. She took the basket that her brother was carrying, opened the lid of the steel pot, and saw a bowl of noodles and a bowl of cut lo-mei inside.

Li Meng said happily: "Liangzi, it's so hearty! Sister, I thought I would have to eat in the cafeteria at noon today!" Saying that, Li Meng said to another nurse on the side, "Fangfang, we have a good day today, we don't have to go to the cafeteria to eat!"

The nurse who called Fangfang smiled and said, "This is your brother sent to you, how can I be embarrassed to eat!"