In the evening, the sunset reflected the red sky, and a layer of golden halo flowed outside the dilapidated small building of the county supply and marketing cooperative.

Under the big banyan tree that covers the sky, seven or eight children are playing "cockfighting", standing on one leg, bending the other leg, grabbing the neck of the foot with both hands, jumping on one leg, to hit others, who falls, can't stand steadily, and the other leg lands, even if they lose, they are eliminated.

There were four or five girls and young boys watching, cheering and cheering...... One after another.

"Brother!"

As soon as Song Qiong stepped into the compound, a little girl of seven or eight years old immediately rushed towards him under the big banyan tree.

Song Qiong hurriedly threw the big bag he was carrying to the ground, opened his arms, picked up the little girl, and spun around twice in the air.

Song Fang was in the air, letting out a series of "giggles" of crisp laughter.

Song Qiong put down Song Fang, patted Song Peng who had just walked over on the back, then picked up the big bag, took out a plastic bag from it, asked them to stretch out their hands, and then grabbed two handfuls of candy and stuffed them into the palms of their hands.

"Here, take it and share it with everyone."

These are all Hong Kong goods brought to him by Zheng Sheng from Lun Port.

Song Peng and Song Fang immediately cheered, holding the candy, and left happily.

"Hey, Ah Qiong is back."

"I gained a lot this time!"

In the compound, some people are making stoves, and some people are holding feather dusters, beating the quilt hanging on the clothesline vigorously, and pumping a puff of fly ash.

Seeing Song Qiong, they greeted him warmly, which was completely different from half a month ago, when Song Qiong had just come back and was still charged with "theft".

Song Qiong responded with a smile, and as soon as he walked to the door, he was pulled in by Song Zhen.

Song Zhen looked nervous, pulled him to the small room at the back, and carefully closed the door, and the room suddenly became dark.

"Song Zhen, what's wrong? What about Mom and Dad? ”

Song Qiong's heart suddenly sudden, worried that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Is it that the people who handled it are messing up?" ”

"Dad and Mom haven't gotten off work yet, and the person who called for it came, and when they saw your card, they didn't say anything." Song Zhen said, lying on the ground, leaning under the bed, and dragging a black thing out.

Hearing Song Zhen say this, Song Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, and asked strangely, "Then why are you so nervous?" What's that? ”

Song Zhen put the thing she was holding in front of Song Qiong, which turned out to be a wooden box.

"Look at this, you'll know when you see it!" Song Zhen took a breath, her little hands trembled slightly, and it seemed that it took a lot of strength to open the wooden box.

"What is it?" Song Qiong looked at it curiously, and then was happy.

The box is full of money, the largest face value of one yuan, as well as five corners and two corners, the most are one corner, five points, two points and one point, stacks of stacks, neatly organized.

"Hey, a lot, all of them have been earned in the past few days?" Song Qiong asked with a smile.

He went out this time, six days before and after, plus the first day, Song Zhen's porridge stall was opened for a total of seven days.

Song Zhen glared at Song Qiong anxiously and annoyedly: "You are still laughing, when has this been?" ”

Song Qiong was very strange: "What's wrong?" The porridge stall started to make money, and the people who ran it didn't do anything, what are you nervous about? ”

"However, the money ......," Song Zhen anxiously pointed to the box.

Song Qiong looked at the money in the box and couldn't help but smile.

Song Zhen felt that the money was hot.

He reached out and flipped through it: "How much is it in total?" ”

"Seventeen dollars, four cents and eight cents—"

"Seventeen bucks scares you?" Song Qiong looked at Song Zhen speechlessly.

Song Zhen suddenly reached over and wanted to hold Song Qiong's mouth: "Shh, how can you say it?" ”

Song Qiong leaned back, reached out to close the lid of the wooden box, and patted it gently: "Song Zhen, don't worry, you can rest assured, all this money is earned by you legally, you set up a porridge stall, you are legally operating, and you also have a business license, no one can do anything to you." ”

"You say that!"

Hearing Song Qiong say this, Song Zhen's nervousness eased a little, but she was still very worried, she leaned forward, leaned in front of Song Qiong, lowered her voice and whispered: "It's only been seven days, it's okay a few days ago, these two days ......"

"These two days...... I can sell four and a half pots of porridge a day, fifty-nine servings yesterday and sixty-seven servings today, and I will receive six or seven yuan a day, and a month, that is more than two hundred yuan-"

Later, Song Zhen's voice began to tremble again, faintly excited, but more fearful.

There's too much money, and there really won't be a problem?

For everyone who has experienced ten years of civil turmoil and social transformation, it is inevitable that they will feel uneasy.

What's more, Song Zhen is still young and has never done such a thing before. Don't look at her surname Ge Po La, in fact, more often than not, she is still a traditional girl.

Song Qiong thought for a while and comforted in a low voice: "It's different now than before, now that the central government is focusing on economic construction, no matter how much money you make, as long as it's legal, you don't have to worry about it." ”

"Besides, not all this money is earned, and there are costs and expenses, you haven't counted ......"

It's good that Song Qiong didn't say this, but when it came to this, Song Zhen looked even more nervous: "I was about to tell you this-"

"I did a simple calculation, for a dime a package, we can earn at least six cents, and we don't have a few cents at the beginning, these seventeen dollars are four cents and eight cents, almost all of them are earned."

"This—that's too much money...... Is this really not speculation? ”

Song Qiong was a little crying and laughing, and he also made a lot of money, suspecting that he was speculating.

"You can't do that."

Song Qiong wrenched his fingers and said to Song Zhen: "You said that you earned more than a dozen yuan, but in fact it is not. The stove, pot, cart, stall, table and stool you use now are all borrowed by me, and if you want to count the money, it is more than a dozen yuan, right? ”

"So, you haven't made any money at all, and you haven't even earned your capital back."

Song Zhen stared at Song Qiong for a while, it seemed that this was really the case?

She couldn't help but let out a long breath, "That's good—"

Song Qiong was speechless, and there were still people who didn't want to make money by themselves.

The gross profit margin of catering is already very high, even if it is placed in the future, the gross profit margin after deducting the cost of ingredients reaches 60%, which is not high, not to mention that their pricing is set according to the price of state-owned stores, and the gross profit space is already very large.

If it is not only possible to buy bargaining grain, the gross profit margin can be higher.

Of course, Song Zhen definitely couldn't understand this, Song Qiong could only use another calculation method to make her feel relieved: "Among the dozen yuan, it also includes wages, which is the value of labor force that Marx said, which is also what you deserve." ”

"The waiter in the state-run restaurant also has thirty or forty yuan a month, and the cook can get forty or fifty yuan, your craftsmanship is better than theirs, and the food you make is better than the one in the state-run restaurant, and the salary must be at least sixty or more......

Song Zhen was no longer as nervous as before, and couldn't help glaring at Song Qiong: "How can you say that, my mother only has forty-seven yuan a month,"

Song Qiong waved his hand: "Mom, although it is very hard, you have to take on more responsibilities." From purchasing to washing vegetables, cooking, selling, and collecting money, the porridge stall is all up to you. Think about it, how many personal things have you done? ”

"Waiter, cook, cutter, handyman, purchasing, cashier...... You did even the manager's business. One person does the things of so many people, if the salaries of so many people add up, three or four hundred yuan can't be beaten, right? ”

Song Zhen blinked, instinctively feeling that Song Qiong's calculation was a little inappropriate. But I can't say what is not appropriate.

In the past two days, the business of her porridge stall has been similar to the business of the Yimin snack bar opposite, which does include waiters, cooks, cutters, handymen, purchasing, cashiers, managers and other positions, and in some positions, there is more than one person.

What they can do alone, they have so many people doing it-

However, it seems unlikely that so many of them will be paid to themselves, right?

Song Zhen pondered there, Song Qiong stood up and patted her shoulder: "Ah Zhen, don't worry about doing it boldly, I have everything to do!" ”

Song Zhen nodded subconsciously, and when she reacted, Song Qiong had already opened the door and walked outside.

Looking at Song Qiong's familiar back, Song Zhen pursed her lips, Song Qiong, this guy, he knows that if something happens, what can he do?

was not convinced, but Song Zhen's mind was a lot calmer, so she covered the box and hid it under the bed.

In Longkou, Song Qiong refused gifts from the villagers of Nanshan Village, but "borrowed" a little money from Zheng Sheng and entrusted him to bring some things from Lungang.

The ships of the International Trade Bureau travel freely between the two places, but they are also subject to inspection by the border customs, and except for the approved materials, the excess cannot enter the customs casually.

It is said that Yuan Dong was even stranded at the dock because of this.

Therefore, there are not many things that Song Qiong can bring back, except for a little fruit candy, that is, he took a few catties of frozen chicken thighs that the people from the International Trade Bureau ate tired of, including two frozen chickens, and a piece of lard.

In the evening, Song Qiong took matters into his own hands and boiled the lard into a large bowl of grease, but unfortunately it was summer, if it was winter, the lard would condense into fat, and every time he dug a piece of bibimbap to eat, Song Peng and Song Fang must have been overjoyed.

He made another braised chicken thigh, a green garlic fried oil residue, Song Zhen cooked a big pot of white rice, fried two vegetarian dishes, and a tomato soup, making four dishes and one soup.

Song Peng and Song Fang were overjoyed when they saw the chicken legs when they went home, and Song Qiong asked them to eat them first, but they were stopped by Song Zhen: "There are no rules at all." ”

Song Zhen is the eldest sister at home, and she has always had prestige, so they can only look at it and wait anxiously for Shen Lanying and Song Wengen to come home.

Fortunately, they didn't wait long, Shen Lanying and Song Wengen arrived home one after another.

Behind Song Wengen, Hou Chaonan was carrying a bottle of wine, sniffed his nose when he entered the door, and said with an exaggerated smile: "Wow, it's so fragrant, this is the smell of lard, right?" I'll just say, Song Qiong is back, there must be something good, I'm right to rub the rice. ”

Song Peng and Song Fang couldn't wait to sit down on the table, and each grabbed a chicken leg to eat, and soon ate their little stomachs to bulge.

After eating, Hou Chaonan burped, pulled Song Qiong outside, handed him a cigarette, and said worriedly: "Song Qiong, the situation is a little not good. ”