The next day, Han Chuntao took the little bell and left Chetou Village with her mother's family.

This scene happened to be seen by the villagers of the front brigade.

The villagers don't know why this mighty formation.

How can anyone take the baby back to their parents' house just out of confinement?

Didn't it last night, the Wei family had an awkward fall with the Han family?

The villagers who had gossip went to Wei's house to inquire, but Wei Yunsuo and his wife did not explain much.

Although Wei Jianshe was reluctant to let his daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law go back to her parents' house, only when the two of them left, he had no worries and could rest assured and boldly reform the tea factory.

A short separation, just for a better reunion next time.

This is what his brother-in-law Han Chunlei told him last night.

That's a good point.

He wondered, they are all elementary school cultures, why is there such a big gap?

......

Han Chunlei stayed at home for three days, and after getting together with the old branch secretary Han Zhankui and Li Heping from the Shangtang Bamboo Factory, he set off for Shenzhen.

Because it was a temporary train ticket, he didn't buy a seat ticket, so Han Chunlei could only ask for a meal on the dining car and sit in a seat, otherwise it would take more than 20 hours to stand all the way to Shenzhen.

He hadn't been sitting in the dining car for long when he saw someone on the opposite side waving to him.

The man was a little thin, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Han Chunlei looked a little familiar, but as soon as his brain went down, he suddenly couldn't remember the other party's name.

The man saw Han Chunlei's embarrassment, and hurriedly introduced himself: "Han Chunfeng's brother Han Chunlei, right? I'm Wu Qinghe from Chaijiawu Primary School!"

"Teacher Wu Qinghe?"

Han Chunlei finally remembered the other party's name.

Didn't I hear Chunfeng say a few days ago that their teacher Wu stopped teaching and went back to his hometown to sell toad mirrors?

He quickly stood up, walked over and shook hands with Wu Qinghe: "Haha, I didn't expect to meet you on the train by such a coincidence, Mr. Wu." ”

"Yes, this is too fateful, Chunlei, sit!"

Wu Qinghe smiled kindly, invited Han Chunlei to sit down, and said, "I was worried that I recognized the wrong person just now." Are you going back to Shenzhen from Hangzhou?"

Han Chunlei bowed: "Yes." ”

Wu Qinghe: "I heard your brother Chunfeng talk before, saying that you are now a big boss in Shenzhen, you are really young and promising, and you are terrifying! ”

Han Chunlei has a black line, and Chunfeng, this kid probably brags a lot about himself in school.

He shook his head without holding his forehead, and said, "What kind of big boss am I? Mr. Wu, where are you going?"

"I'm going back to Wenzhou! Two days ago, I sent some goods to Hangzhou, no, I went back after delivery. Wu Qinghe helped his glasses, and seemed to be a little embarrassed about his resignation as a people's teacher and going to deliver goods and do business.

That's normal.

Although he has made money in these years, he is definitely not as glorious as a people's teacher.

In the eyes of old-fashioned people, Wu Qinghe is willing to degenerate.

However, Han Chunlei didn't care, and said: "I went home this time to listen to Chunfeng talk about Teacher Wu, but I didn't expect Teacher Wu to go to sea by riding the tide of reform and opening up." ”

"Go to the sea...... That's a fitting word. ”

Wu Qinghe chuckled lightly and sighed: "I'm ashamed to say it, after reading the book for so many years, I finally ...... To be honest, I still like to be a teacher, teaching and educating people, and working with children every day is very happy and fulfilling. ”

Wu Qinghe's words were somewhat unexpected by Han Chunlei.

Listening to what he meant, it seems that it is not his own will to go to the sea and toad mirror?

However, everyone has their own secrets, especially in business, so at this point, Han Chunlei will stop at it, and he doesn't plan to ask any further.

Asking too many questions is a bit uncomfortable.

He responded politely: "Mr. Wu, it's good to go to the sea to do business." ”

Who knew that he didn't plan to ask any further, but Wu Qinghe took care of himself and continued to say: "Chunlei, do you know? I have a classmate who went back to Cangnan to be a teacher before, and now their schools are closed!"

Han Chunlei asked curiously, "Why can schools be closed?"

Wu Qinghe sneered and said, "Because in my hometown, everyone is engaged in the business of smuggling goods, and more than a dozen fishing boats come from Taiwan every day. The students were all asked by their families to sell toad glasses and radios. Without students, of course schools will be closed. ”

Han Chunlei knew that the "private goods business" in his mouth was smuggling. In the 80s, smuggling was rampant along the southern coast of Zhejiang, and he knew this history well.

Wu Qinghe continued: "My classmate, the teacher can't be a teacher, and the family has to support the family, so he was pulled by the boat boss to do the accounting. Every time he sells private goods, he can earn dozens or hundreds of dollars at a time, which is worth our salary as a teacher for more than half a year. No, my family urged me to go back, saying that I had been teaching all my life, and I was not an illiterate person who sold polyester cloth to make money. ”

Wu Qinghe's tone was full of loneliness and frustration.

Han Chunlei didn't expect that Wu Qinghe and his side would reach the point where all schools were closed and everyone was smuggling.

"Mr. Wu, are you also selling private goods now?" asked Han Chunlei.

"yes. Sell polyester cloth. The business is not bad, and I can sell two or three hundred meters of cloth a day. ”

Wu Qinghe pointed in the direction of Hangzhou: "This time, a friend in Hangzhou wanted to order this goods, so I sent it over." ”

Han Chunlei thought thoughtfully: "How much does this polyester cloth cost a meter?"

"If we sell it, it's just three dollars a meter. But they didn't make as much money as they changed hands. Wu Qinghe said directly.

Han Chunlei nodded, Wu Qinghe was telling the truth.

This polyester cloth also has a well-known name, called "really good".

In this era of material scarcity, people mainly dressed cotton cloth. However, the color of cotton cloth is relatively simple, and it is not durable. It is indeed a smooth, durable material that can also be printed with bright colors and patterns. At this time, if you can have a really good dress, it is definitely a fashionable person who catches the trend.

Han Chuntao got married last year, and Mao Yuzhen bought a few pieces of really good cloth, which cost about 10 yuan a meter, and the price was very expensive.

Wu Qinghe said that he can sell two to three hundred meters of polyester rice in a day. Even if he can sell an average of 200 meters of polyester cloth a day, according to his price of three yuan a meter, he can earn 600 a day, and a turnover of nearly 20,000 yuan a month.

Even if he makes 50% of the profit, the net profit can be tens of thousands of dollars this month!

Rely on, a month, one person, earn a 10,000 yuan household???

Two months' net profit is on top of the profit of his Chunlei tea industry last year?

Smuggling, it's really profiteering!

Han Chunlei calculated silently, and his heart was a little sour.

No wonder Cai Jingquan is a big gold chain and a big gold tooth, and he swaggers through the market in Dongmen Market, it seems that this guy is really earning a lot of money.

Wu Qinghe looked at Han Chunlei with a shocked expression, and it was not strange.

Because he was also shocked like this at the beginning!

He lowered his voice and said, "Our polyester cloth doesn't earn much. They sell watches, some people can sell 2,000 watches a day, that's really called daily gold!"

"Selling 2,000 watches a day???"

When Han Chunlei heard this, he couldn't help but speak: "How do you sell this goods? Is it on the ship, or is it?"

"There is a dedicated market. Our commune alone has seven or eight such markets, and those who have the ability to take a place in the market. If you can't bear it, you will run around the street with things on your back. Wu Qinghe said, "My brother did this business early, so our family occupies two positions in the market." ”

Han Chunlei nodded, this matter is definitely not something he can do alone, it must be the whole family smuggling.

At this moment, the attendant of the dining car brought the meal in an aluminum lunch box.

Wu Qinghe opened the lunch box and said: "Chunlei, if you want to buy any Hong Kong or Taiwan goods, you can tell me that it is guaranteed to be cheaper than what you bought from Shenzhen." ”

"Yes, if I have the chance, I would like to visit the market you mentioned, and I would love to see it. Han Chunlei was interested.

"Welcome, you don't have any chances, if you don't hurry back to Shenzhen this time, just get off with me." Two more stops to our Wenzhou station, very convenient. While eating, Wu Qinghe sent out an invitation, "I can also take you to the dock where we get the goods, every day when those fishing boats enter the port, they are really thousands of sails into the port, and the masts are lined up, which is spectacular!"

"Can you still visit the pier?" Han Chunlei was surprised.

"Of course you can, what's inconvenient about that. Then it's decided, get out of the car with me in a while!" Wu Qinghe said, digging two mouthfuls of rice.

Wu Qinghe has a lot of affection for the people in Chaijiawu, and he is naturally very enthusiastic about Han Chunlei, and Han Chunlei is really interested in what he said.

So, Han Chunlei temporarily changed the route and followed Wu Qinghe to get off the train at Wenzhou Station.

After that, he followed him to a minibus, traveled all the way, and arrived at Wu Qinghe's hometown - Sanshan Township, Yueqing, Wenzhou.

Author's note: The history mentioned in the article about the smuggling of all people along the southern coast of Zhejiang at that time, and even the schools were closed and suspended, is true. This story, I take from "The Last Lesson of the Rural Teacher", which is a report in the media that I accidentally found when I was looking through the information.

This article tells the story of Wu Dingfa, a rural teacher. At that time, as the wind of smuggling blew into the village, the thinking of the villagers changed, and there was a popular saying in the village: "A successful smuggling can be worth 300 workers in farming."

Recommended, it's really good, it's worth pretending, after all, you can cache and read aloud offline!

"Those who don't even know a word have made a fortune, why?" This thought burned Wu Dingfa's heart.

Until one day, when there were only 5 students left in the empty classroom, Wu Dingfa wrote a line on the blackboard: The last lesson.

Shortly after this class, the school was completely closed.

The article mentioned that at that time, the atmosphere was not an exaggeration, every family was making money, and everyone was smuggling.

(You don't need Baidu's "The Last Lesson of the Rural Teacher" and Wu Fa, you can't find it on Baidu.) ）