When Zhao Weiguo dragged a black, thin, thin man in overalls into the hotel, Zhao Lin was already sitting there studying the water brand.

The restaurant is hidden in a house on the street, but there are no more than four tables. There was nothing on the menu, except for a wooden board hanging from the window next to it that said what was being served today.

Seeing Zhao Weiguo enter the door, Zhao Lin hurriedly shouted, "Boss, everyone is here, let's serve the food." ”

Two meats, two vegetables and a bottle of wine, double face.

Zhao Lin was afraid that it was not enough, but after the food came up, he realized that he thought badly.

Zhao Lin suspected that the boss was using a flower pot to serve vegetables, and he would give so much for ten yuan, and he was not afraid of losing money. Braised pork, crispy stew, braised eggplant and a shredded potato, plus a bottle of wine and a pot of rice, the table is full.

"This is Ding Haifeng, not a few years older than you, you two can talk about it alone. Zhao Weiguo introduced. Zhao Lin called him uncle is a relative, and Ding Haifeng called him a brother is a friend, which is really not easy to position.

Ding Haifeng is a staff member of the technical department of the machinery factory, and he can be regarded as a cadre. Only nineteen years old, proficient in turning, milling, grinding, and grinding, mathematics is better than the technical section chief of the college student, and can also make drawings and repair machine tools, anyway, there are no technical things in the factory that he can't do. I didn't go to school, and I don't know where I learned this skill. When he was forced to ask, he said in a hurry, "Ancestral!"

His ancestors were farmers for eight generations, and his father couldn't read a few big characters.

"I've heard it, I've heard it. I recognize this brother!" Zhao Lin was also born and grew up in this area, but this kind of cattle person has only heard of it and never seen it. With him, the last bit of worry about the wheelchair is gone. Hurriedly opened the wine bottle and filled it for the two of them.

"I've seen the picture you draw, it's very neat. Ding Haifeng spoke softly, with a standard image of an intellectual, no wonder people said that his ancestral tomb was smoking. I haven't had a scholar in my life, and all of a sudden, such a bull who is comparable to a college student has appeared.

"I'm a blind painting, and I don't know if it will be successful, but I'm much more relieved to have you in check. Zhao Lin smiled, "Eat quickly, it's not enough, I'll order it again." ”

"Enough, enough, any more is wasted. Zhao Weiguo stopped and said, "This has to be ten yuan, you said that you didn't give your father medicine, what are you spending this money for?"

The words should be said, but the chopsticks in his hand danced fast, and the shiny large piece of braised pork was thrown into his mouth, and it disappeared in three or two clicks.

"Arrested, uncle, don't you worry about me. Zhao Lin smiled and filled his empty cup.

The three of them did eat a little more of the four pots of vegetables, and Zhao Lin filled his stomach again, and the things on the table were basically eaten by the two of them, until no one wanted to move the chopsticks, and the three of them continued to talk.

"Uncle, I sent my dad to the hospital for a check-up, and I saw that there are still a lot of patients who need wheelchairs, but it's too expensive to make a custom-made one, how about we make a batch to sell it ourselves?" Zhao Lin took a sip of wine and said, "They are all about the same as my dad, they can't move all day, and it is already good to be able to lie on the hospital bed and be taken care of, and no one has so much money to buy a wheelchair, so they must be very aggrieved in their hearts." ”

Directly speaking, doing business will be looked down upon, so you have to wear a big hat on your head and have a sense of compassion for others.

Zhao Lin's idea of using a wheelchair was temporary, but his sympathy for those patients was sincere.

The servant ordered another bottle of wine, and as he drank it, he settled the matter. Zhao Weiguo is responsible for collecting waste bicycles, Ding Haifeng is responsible for modification, and Zhao Lin is selling.

Not to make money, but to serve the people. In addition, Zhao Lin paid 200 yuan of start-up capital in advance, and the two agreed without even asking how much the price was and how the profits would be distributed. In the end, Zhao Lin took the initiative to ask the three to divide equally, but the two did not agree.

On the one hand, he felt that Zhao Lin's family situation was like that, and doing this was a help to him, of course, it was also because they were resistant to doing business itself.

Workers are people with status, and doing business is too difficult to put on the table.

Zhao Lin didn't break it, and it wouldn't be too late to talk to them in a few years. Now relying on their handicraft workshops, it is true that they can't make a lot of money, and they are served well with good wine and meat, and we will talk about it later.

As for sales, it's not a problem, just push Zhao Hongyang to the hospital to go around twice, there are always a few slightly richer families in need, in the case of a blue ocean, I only worry that their output is not enough, and there should be no situation where they can't be sold.

Things went smoothly, and the only fly in the ointment was that Zhao Lin forgot his age.

Sixteen years old is not too big or small, but when he goes home drunk and staggered, he still inevitably receives a scolding. Parents are older than the sky, and they are willing to be scolded. After reaching a certain age, it is also a kind of happiness to be scolded by your parents.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lin got up and found that he didn't have a sense of hangover, and couldn't help but sigh that it was good to be young.

When I returned to the village, life was much less stressful than the last time I came, so the scenery was completely different.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green trees and green grass, the chirping birds, the breeze, the uncle working in the field, the children playing in the water by the river, everything makes the world look so beautiful.

Even the bumps after getting off the highway have become childlike, and the mood really has the power to change the world.

The walls of the earthen courtyard of the second uncle's house were covered with unknown grass and vines, which reminded Zhao Lin of Mr. Lu Xun's "From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Study", which was quite similar to his memory of playing under that wall.

Zhao Lin's panting appearance startled Shen Chong, and he hurriedly pulled him into the courtyard and said, "What's the matter?

Zhao Lin smiled awkwardly and said, "No, I just rode a little harder just now." ”

"Then you ran so fast, it scared me to death. Shen relaxed and scolded with a smile, "If you don't study hard at home, aren't you about to take the university entrance exam?"

"I'm going to school in two days, so I'll see you first. Zhao Lin put the bicycle up, took the water handed over by the second uncle and drank it all. Then he continued, "I went to school to find a way to make a lot of money. ”

Shen Zhong took the water scoop and threw it into the water tank and said, "You baby, what kind of dumb riddle to play, say it quickly." ”

"Sweet potato vermicelli, someone in the village will make it, right?"

"Of course there is, in the past, everyone made it by themselves, but if they can't sell it, no one will do it, and that thing is cost-effective, and it is not cost-effective to eat it yourself. ”

"I can sell it, the noodles in the county are too expensive, and I can sell as much as you make. ”

Shen slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "That, now it's not as good as before, no one eats the sweet potatoes when they are grown, and they are all bad in the cellar." If the noodles can be sold for money, that's a great thing. ”