Reborn, he has a good hand in his hand, and he plays a random card that is at the level of Wang Bang.

This is the era when pigs can fly as long as they stand on the right side, and there is no reason why he should not succeed.

It's just that how to play this first card made him a little difficult.

Because any hand requires a starting capital.

And he didn't have a dime in his hand.

As the saying goes, a penny is hard to beat a hero.

How is he going to earn his first pot of gold?

In 92, a lot of capital in the business world was born in later generations.

For example, the current history giant has a value of hundreds of millions and is ambitious to build a building.

Zonghaha has opened branches all over the country to produce and sell its nutrient solution, which has established his status as a giant in the beverage industry.

Hu Haifeng in later generations at least had some intersections with these people, because he worked hard and became an entrepreneur after the death of his wife and daughter.

But now, he is worried about how to earn dozens of dollars in medical expenses.

"It's a bit hard to empty the white wolf."

Several ideas of making money flashed through his mind, but they were all denied by Hu Haifeng in the end.

Because he thinks about it, he needs start-up capital.

Cuckoo!

At this time, his stomach also protested, and last night he gambled all night and did not eat a mouthful of food.

It's about nine o'clock in the morning, so it's no wonder you're not hungry.

Where to find something to eat, hungry, let alone making money, it's hard to think.

Wait a minute!

Suddenly, Hu Haifeng's mind flashed, and he had a way to make money.

As soon as he thought of it, he endured his hunger and quickly ran towards the house he rented.

When he opened the door, Hu Haifeng was stunned, and couldn't help but slap himself again.

The home can no longer be described as a house with four walls, I am afraid that the thief will have to cry when he comes.

There was nothing in the empty room but an old bed, an old table, two stools.

But now was not the time to blame himself, so he hurried to the cooking place and rummaged through the cabinets and found a bag of golden peas.

It's almost five pounds, which was brought by his parents last time when they came to see Shanshan, saying that it was given to him by his old comrades-in-arms, and let his eldest granddaughter fry it as a snack.

But Zhou Shuya didn't know how to get it, so she kept it.

It's just right to use now.

If you want to make money today, it's all up to it.

Picking up the golden peas, Hu Haifeng walked towards the nearest mill.

Mills were rare in later cities, but in the nineties, they were still everywhere, after all, they were in high demand.

Many families need to grind corn and wheat into flour.

"It's really a rare thing, your Young Master Hu will also come to the mill?" Uncle Liu, who runs the mill, is their neighbor.

I also know about the situation of their family.

In the past, Hu Haifeng didn't care about grinding noodles, Zhou Shuya was responsible for it alone, Uncle Liu looked at her pitiful, never took money, and also talked to Hu Haifeng several times, asking him to treat his daughter-in-law well, don't gamble, but they were all taken as a deaf ear.

"Uncle Liu, I woke up and will never gamble again."

Hu Haifeng knew that Uncle Liu really pitied Zhou Shuya, and he was polite to him as an elder.

Uncle Liu glanced at him in surprise, but he didn't say anything, obviously not believing what he said.

Hu Haifeng also knows that there is still a long way to go to reverse people's perception of himself.

"What do you want to grind, bring it and I'll grind it for you."

Although Uncle Liu was reluctant to deal with him more, he didn't make it difficult for him.

"It's five pounds of peas, all ground into powder."

Hu Haifeng hurriedly handed the five catties of peas in his hand to Uncle Liu.

"Peas ground into powder? You're not going to give this to your wife and children, are you? You're too ...... too."

Uncle Liu hated iron and said a word.

"No, I'm ......"

It's just that before he finished speaking, Uncle Liu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and took the peas to the machine to grind flour.

"Pea flour for you, and then give you five catties of wheat flour, I really don't know how to say hello, poor Shanshan, that little girl, why do you have such a father."

After throwing the two bags of flour to Hu Haifeng, Uncle Liu turned around and continued to be busy, and he didn't mention the money for grinding flour.

Hu Haifeng looked at Uncle Liu's back and his eyes were hot, and he secretly wrote down this kindness, and he will definitely repay it in the future.

Pressed for time, he hurried home, began to boil hot water, and when the water boiled, poured the powder of the golden peas into it, and stirred it in one direction.

The process couldn't stop for a moment, until he was sweating profusely, and finally it was hot enough.

He then poured the mixture into a large pot to cool.

Smelling the unique aroma, a smile appeared on his face.

What he wants to do is Yangcheng Liangfen, a very famous snack in later generations, he was fortunate to eat it once, and the taste was quite good, just smelling the taste of Halazi flowed out.

So he asked the master how to do it, and of course now he is doing a simple version, after all, the guy is not complete.

But at the moment, it doesn't seem to be much different from the taste.

Of course, the key to the deliciousness of the jelly lies in the seasoning, but unfortunately, the only seasoning at home is onion and garlic, soy sauce and monosodium glutamate.

Chili oil, pepper oil, sesame seeds, peanut oil, etc. are not available.

But now he has no money in his hand, so he can only sell it first.

That's right, the way he thought of making money was to sell snacks, and since the old man's southern tour, the economy has been completely liberalized.

There were people doing business everywhere, and the number of people setting up stalls gradually increased.

And the first start-up capital he earns will start with setting up a stall.

After getting the minced garlic and green onions, he took a few bowls, a chopping board, and a pot of cold powder at home and went out.

Fortunately, there is a dilapidated tricycle at home, which Zhou Shuya usually uses when she goes out to buy vegetables and pull things, and Hu Haifeng just uses it.

Pushing the tricycle, Hu Haifeng came to the gate of Pingshan No. 1 Middle School, and the most crowded at this time was of course the school gate.

It's just noon, and it's dog days, and the students are hungry and hot, so a bowl of cold cold noodles at this time is definitely enough.

He quickly parked the tricycle, put the board on it as a table, made a few bowls of cold noodles, and prepared the ingredients.

"Take a look, take a look, the cool cold powder that relieves the heat is delicious and not expensive, a bowl of five cents, and it doesn't cost money if it's not delicious."

Hu Haifeng immediately shouted.

Naturally, this immediately attracted the attention of that group of students.

Compared with the marketing methods of this era, Hu Haifeng is much smarter.

A few short shouts were full of hearts and eyes, cool and relieving the heat, delicious and inexpensive, and immediately defined his cold powder.

The price is clearly marked, and no one will be pitted.

As for the lack of food, this makes the students let go of their last scruples to taste his cold powder.

In fact, as long as they taste it, there are very few who don't give money.

Moreover, he has absolute confidence in Yangcheng Liangfen.

Sure enough, his food stall was suddenly surrounded by students.

Everyone is full of curiosity about the cold powder, they have cold skin here, but the cold powder is rare, the information of this year is not developed, and many famous snacks have not spread all over the country.

A student boldly asked, "Uncle, I've never seen this jelly, it's really delicious?" ”