A small farmer's daughter-in-law

CHAPTER 22 CHAPTER 022
And she just wanted to set up a street stall to get enough money for him to do other things.

When the time comes, she will turn around and leave without mercy.

If Aunt Wu is really interested in setting up a street stall, then she doesn't mind taking her along.

Because this woman was the first person she met who treated her sincerely after wearing the book, and arranged for him food, clothing, housing and transportation. Although she charged a little money, it did not affect the kindness Lin Xiaoxiao felt at all.

Although Aunt Wu is a bit stingy and narrow-minded.

But there is no way, a person who has no identity background, no academic qualifications, a person who lives at the bottom of society, you let others learn to be a saint.

It's also completely impossible!

So, with a thought in Lin Xiaoxiao's mind, she turned around and looked at Aunt Wu who was walking beside her, carefully carrying a big bag, and spoke.

"Aunt Wu, if you are interested, set up a stall with me starting tomorrow."

Setting up a street stall is a skill. If you really want to learn it, you really have to practice with him for a while.

In fact, to put it bluntly, she just wanted to lead by example, bring Aunt Wu by her side, and teach him how to do business.

Otherwise, she was a woman who was born in the market and only sews and mends for others. Even if she set up a street stall, it would be difficult for her to have a good future.

Aunt Wu, who was walking beside Lin Xiaoxiao, was thinking, should she go out with this girl tomorrow and secretly study beside her?He heard Lin Xiaoxiao drop such a sentence suddenly.

Don't let the surprise in your eyes be too obvious, you might think that there is an auditory hallucination.

When she was sure again that Lin Xiaoxiao was looking at her expectantly, looking forward to her answer, she finally realized that there was no auditory hallucination just now.

Lin Xiaoxiao really wanted to take her with her, to do business with her hand in hand.

Aunt Wu's voice trembled, and she asked back with an indescribable excitement.

"Ah, Xiao Lin, you mean that you are willing to take me with you and teach me how to practice."

This is really a good thing for the pie in the sky!
She is a helpless woman, and someone is willing to take her with her. Xiao Lin is really a good person.

It's a shame, she almost didn't have such a good tenant at that time.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded, her clear eyes were particularly bright in the dark night.

"That's right, Aunt Wu, if you have time and are willing to learn from me, starting tomorrow, let's go out and set up a stall together!"

Lin Xiaoxiao's words were like the sounds of nature, at least in Aunt Wu's ears, she nodded hurriedly, agreeing wholeheartedly.

"Okay, I am willing, let's go to the training booth together tomorrow."

Lin Xiaoxiao smiled, stretched out her hand and patted Aunt Wu's shoulder vigorously, and joked like she was with an old friend.

"Well, that's good. What we have to do now is to go back and rest quickly, get enough energy, and go out tomorrow to make a lot of money."

Maybe Lin Xiaoxiao's smile was too contagious, or maybe it was Lin Xiaoxiao's hand clapping her body, conveying a kind of kind friendship.

At this moment, Aunt Wu, who is already old, has a feeling of enthusiasm and pride.

"Okay, let's go back now and make a lot of money tomorrow."

So in the dim alleyway, an old woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, with a big bag on her shoulders, is pulling a seemingly unworldly little girl. Run wildly.

On the main road of Fengcheng West City, a luxurious and low-key black car was driving on the streets of Fengcheng, rolling over the uneven road, causing a slight tremor.

Even such a high-end and luxurious car couldn't withstand the shaking. Zhou Suran, who was sitting in the back row, frowned, his eyes left the documents in his hand, and casually glanced at the slightly dilapidated city buildings outside the car window.

Zhang Zihao in the front seemed to have sensed the emotions of the man in the back row, his eyes quickly scanned the rearview mirror, and he spoke in a slightly apologetic tone.

"Sorry, master, there are too many tunnels in this street." That's why the car was so bumpy.

It's not that his speed is not good, but that the roads are too bad. No matter how good the speed is, no matter how high-end the car is, it can't stand the devastation of such dilapidated streets.

He didn't understand, why did the previous Fengcheng secretaries go?Not to mention the financial revenue of Fengcheng, the few towns in the county are poor and backward, you have to repair the roads in this city, right?
Don't those guys come to wander the streets in cars to understand the people's sentiments?

The potholed road will be bumpy even if a tank is passing by, right?

A cold light flashed in Zhou Suran's eyes behind him, and the temperature in the carriage seemed to be a little colder than before.

The man's voice was dark and deep, and it spread faintly in the narrow compartment.

"It's okay, just drive along the most dilapidated road on Fengcheng Street, let's take a good look."

He wanted to see, how much of a mess the previous term had left for him?
Not to mention the backwardness of urban construction, even rural agriculture and pillar industries have not been developed, making the farmers in the village all sallow and emaciated, not to mention that they have all reformed and opened up, and some people still cannot eat.

It's chilling to watch.

As the top leader of Fengcheng, he has just taken office, and the first thing to solve is not to develop the economic lifeline of the entire city, but to pull these people out of poverty, so that at least he can have enough food and clothes to wear.

If this spread, it would really make people laugh out loud.

I really don't understand what those fat-brained guys are doing with taxpayers' money.

It seems that attracting investment is imperative, and relying solely on Fengcheng's local pillar industries cannot solve the current predicament at all.

Zhang Zihao, who was concentrating on driving, heard Zhou Suoran's order, and immediately replied respectfully.

"Yes, master, you are seated."

Let's just say, step on the accelerator, the low-key and luxurious car is ahead, quickly turning a corner, and heading towards the more dilapidated urban village.

The tall buildings outside the window slowly moved back, and what came into view were some low tile-roofed houses, or some houses made of asbestos tiles, and children in rags were chasing back and forth in the alleys, enjoying the purest and barren childhood.

Zhou Suoran's eyes slowly became deep and cold. As the largest county-level city next to Jiang City, Fengcheng really didn't have anything to offer.

Not to mention political achievements.

Jiang City is the most prosperous city other than the capital city. It used to be the largest special economic zone in the southeast thanks to its coastal trade and convenient water transportation hub. Zhuojiang City's development has made a lot of money.

When I went to a meeting in the province, the leaders of the surrounding counties and cities mentioned hundreds of millions of investment at every turn, and their vision was even higher.

It can be seen that money is indeed a good thing, and you can show it off if you have the confidence, even though those people's net worth is not even comparable to Zhou Suoran's.

But in the final analysis, their political achievements are there.

"Master, there is a farmers' market in front, should we go in and have a look around?"

Zhang Zihao's voice came faintly.

(End of this chapter)