Feng Wei'an, who had just entered the house, looked at his son who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, outside the gods, with a peach blossom smile on his face from time to time, and angrily smashed the Qingping Daily in his hand on his son's head.

Feng Wei'an looked down at his son's left hand with a small band-aid, and sneered a few times, "Presumably a hero saved the beauty?" Feng Wei'an, who knew that he was wrong as soon as he said it, couldn't pull his face in front of his son, and while helping to take the bowl and chopsticks, he changed the topic, "Li Lian, Huai'an and the two families will gather outside tomorrow night?"

Feng Mu nodded, "Well, the two families haven't touched each other for a few days, and it seems that this year, the two families haven't sat down to eat." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Feng Yiming, who was interrupted by Feng's mother's reverie, sat at the dining table, picked up the rice bowl without saying a word, and quickly finished the two bowls of rice with an inconspicuous but fast action, and put his own dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Feng's mother was a little surprised, her son knows best, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he has always eaten this kind of dish, that kind of dish, and he is very picky eater, this time is strange, he eats whatever he cooks, and the complaints he always heard at the dinner table seem to have not sounded in his ears for a long time.

Feng's mother looked up at her son, "Yiming, go out for dinner tomorrow, how about eating corn paste at noon?"

Feng Yiming was carefully looking at Secretary Zhao Xin's important speech on the No. 1 Textile Factory in Qingping City, thinking that he had finally found the key point back then, and replied casually, "Whatever, I will eat whatever you burn." ”

Even Feng Wei'an was a little strange now: "Don't you like to eat corn paste the most?"

Feng Yiming was excited, knowing that he had said the wrong thing, the corn paste at this time was no better than the corn paste made by the soybean milk machine in later generations, which was boiled with crushed corn flour and water, and the taste was extremely rough, and the mother refused to even put salt, and the other side dishes were nothing, which was called "healthy eating".

Feng Yiming raised his head, "If you can eat, you can eat, if you can't eat, you won't eat, anyway, there will be a big meal at night." ”

Feng Wei'an snorted: "It's so delicious, lazy!"

Feng Yiming saw that the old lady who had just shown her face among her colleagues in the afternoon because her son was injured was a little dark, "Oh, by the way, Dad, I came back early in the afternoon, and my cousin Zhengfeng came over for a while, saying that he didn't stay for dinner in the evening, and brought some yogurt, as if it was made by some research institute of their pharmaceutical factory." "In fact, Feng Zhengfeng came over in the afternoon mainly to send dividends, and the dividends in October were less than 9,000 yuan, which was similar to Feng Yiming's expectations, as long as his father had not lost power, Feng Zhengfeng would not, and he would not dare to do too much.

Feng Wei'an looked at his wife's darkened face, and hurriedly said, "Well, I know about this, many government agencies and units have received it, and it is said that it will be sold to the outside world next month, how does it taste?"

Feng Yiming nodded, "It's not bad." ”

Feng Yiming in later generations, basically have to buy yogurt every week, a small cup a day, before the meal tasted a cup of Feng Zhengfeng from the research institute to get no brand of yogurt, and later generations of several big brands of yogurt, in fact, the taste is not much different, the amount is enough, Feng Yiming knew that two years later, Qingping Pharmaceutical Factory bankruptcy reorganization, at that time the yogurt produced by the institute has made a name for itself in the city, but the pharmaceutical factory went bankrupt and merged into other departments, the institute was revoked, and at that time several technical personnel of the institute were not bold, and there was no money to contract the institute, it is said that the city also discussed, and finally decided to abolish the institute, and the personnel were diverted to the city's vocational and technical colleges。

Feng Yiming thought that this project was quite suitable for himself, the principal requirements were not high, and the required space was not large, Qingping City had two milk powder factories that were later considered well-known brands in the province, and there was no shortage of raw materials. If you contract after two years, you will even save the cost of advertising. The only problem is that there is no concept of supermarket in Qingping City, ordinary people want to buy yogurt, milk is directly booked by phone for a month to a year, and a small glass bottle is directly placed in a small box of milk at the door of people's homes every morning, and it has to be recycled the next day.

Although Qingping City is not big, this kind of sales method still gives Feng Yiming a little headache, oh, eh, is this an early telephone version of e-commerce network sales? Not to mention that if the sales network is expanded to the whole city, then the four districts and three counties must have at least 3-4 points.

In the next few years, although a large number of IT companies have stopped moving forward because of the Internet bubble, they do not have this qualification, nor do they have the funds to go to the bottom, it is better to do a small business honestly, if you want to take over this project, Feng Zhengfeng must not be used, and he has not been involved in industrial management in his previous life, and his age is not suitable. Feng Yiming, who has memories of his previous life, thinks that there are candidates, and his character and ability are enough to be reused, but he doesn't know if he can pull it.

After the parents finished eating, Feng Yiming drove them to watch TV as usual, cleaned up the dining table by himself, and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. In my previous life, after dinner every day, I left the dishes and chopsticks to either watch TV, or go out to play, let alone wash the dishes, and I didn't even have the patience to wait for my parents to finish eating at the dinner table. He will definitely leave Qingping in four years, maybe the provincial capital Jianghe, maybe SH Nanjing, although it is not too far, but after all, he will leave his parents, thinking of his previous life, every time he left home to SH, his parents did not care about their old bodies, and they always did not want to follow him to the station, Feng Yiming knew very well what was the most important thing for him in this new life.

Watching his son who waved his hand and shook the water droplets on his hand walk into the living room, Feng Wei'an turned his head and still watched the news broadcast, but unconsciously took out the ancient jade from his pocket and kept playing. Feng's mother was overjoyed, thinking that she had been famous on campus since she was a child, and her son who was naughty and mischievous, so that countless teachers came to complain is now not only making progress in learning, but also being handsome and brave!

"Son, go, go out for a walk with me!"

Feng Yiming looked at his jubilant mother, his heart was a little hairy, his mother, who has always been vigorous and resolute, did not have the habit of taking a walk until she was about to retire in her 50s, what kind of nerve is this today?

Feng Yiming was cautious: "Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, son, are you okay with your hands wet?"

"It's okay, it's okay, then, let's go. Feng Yiming knew that his mother couldn't hold back her excitement and was going to drag herself out to demonstrate, especially the new Korean teacher who taught physics in the next building, his son Han Zhi was a well-known "other person's child" on campus, and later the college entrance examination was directly sent to the University of Science and Technology of China.

When I was a child, I had a conflict with Han Zhi, and I slapped this "other people's child" down directly, and the Han family came to the door that night, and since then, the two families have never been in contact with each other, and Han Xin has repeatedly released that Feng Yiming, a little gangster, can graduate from high school in the future thanks to the blessing of the school's children, and it is not necessarily enough to add a 0 to the total score after the university entrance examination.

Thinking that he was likely to be dragged to the next building for onlookers, Feng Yiming slapped his face, what a shame, in fact, the ceiling fan didn't hit him at all today, and his left hand was knocked into the nail on the table before it broke a hole, and then he was dragged to the infirmary by his angry mother for tetanus injections, which spread.

He was being dragged out of the door by his mother, and he saw a few boxes of cosmetics on the windowsill, and wondered if he should put some powder on his face, and then his little face couldn't blush at all.