Fengcheng old events

Chapter 169 Business License
"Mom, I'm not stupid."

Zhang Xinglong said something seriously to Liu Guixin.

"Yeah." Liu Guixin agreed with a smile: "You're not stupid, you're just short-sighted, stupid and affordable."

Zhang Xingjun squinted at Zhang Xinglong: "Second idiot."

Zhang Xingbing also booed on the kang: "Second idiot. Hehe, come on second idiot, let's play poker."

"Clean it up." Zhang Qingzhi walked in and asked Liu Guixin, "Have you done that? Have dinner."

Liu Guixin turned around and fiddled with the machine: "Immediately, just a little bit. That, Pei Lan, Daqing, you two eat here, stewed duck."

The eldest of the Sun family went out: "I don't eat at your house, my mother cooks. There is also meat today."

Daqing gestured to leave, but Zhang Qingzhi said, "What are you going to do? Let's go after dinner. Come and help me get the table."

Liu Guixin did the last bit of work nimbly, and looked around to see that there was nothing wrong with it.

Here, Daqing helped bring in the table, and Zhang Qingzhi put the bowls and chopsticks on the table: "Xiaojun, have you finished your homework? Don't eat until you finish."

"It's over, it's over, it's over." Zhang Xingjun gave Zhang Xinglong a warning look, quickly put the book in his bag and put it aside: "There is little homework today."

Zhang Xinglong saw that he didn't finish writing.He frowned and thought for a while, but said nothing.

He doesn't know right now, but soon, he will stop doing homework until he graduates from junior high school.

Sitting at the table and picking up the chopsticks, I remembered what I had just forgotten. Duck meat is fishy, ​​how can I eat it?
Zhang Xinglong looked at the hot stewed duck and potatoes on the table in a daze, and felt a sense of grievance in his heart, and tears began to flow out.

"Why are you going to cry again? Come on, mom will get you a piece of meat, and you can taste a small bite. If you can't eat the fishy smell, let your dad make scrambled eggs for you, okay?"

Zhang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Yes, try it and see if it's fishy or not. It's not fishy at all, but it's delicious, and it will make your tongue go off after a while."

Looking at the duck meat in the bowl and looking up at Liu Guixin, Zhang Xinglong hesitated a bit.

"If you don't eat it, let's eat it, Daqing, move your chopsticks. Xiaojun, don't fight with your younger brother. Old son, slow down, there are too many."

Zhang Qingzhi didn't have the habit of being used to children and the patience to coax them. He only cared about children, cut them off.If shaving doesn't solve the problem, shave it again.

I took a look at the duck meat, smelled it, and it didn't seem to have any fishy smell.Take a small bite and chew, huh?Not fishy.It smells so good.

Even the potato cubes that I usually don't like to eat are delicious.

Really delicious.

"Don't you not eat it? Fishy." Zhang Xingjun looked at Zhang Xinglong who was still eating happily with tears in his eyes: "Then why do you enjoy eating so much?"

"Not fishy." Zhang Xinglong felt a little embarrassed, and wiped his eyes.

"Eat more if it's not fishy." Liu Guixin took another piece of meat.

Zhang Qingzhi put the meat in for Daqing, and the couple ate two pieces, tasted it, and then started eating potatoes and pickles.

This is love, the love engraved into the bones of Huaxia's parents, without deliberation or thinking, it is a natural behavior.The good ones are for the children.

After a meal, Daqing helped to pick up the table, and Zhang Xingbing crawled to the side to play: "I also said that I don't want to eat fish, but he ate more. More than me."

Zhang Xingjun nodded: "No, I just pretended to be like him, and he was the one who was most greedy in the end."

Zhang Xinglong looked at the seat where his brother was sitting, the pile of bones on the table, and looked at his brother: "Mom, my brother hasn't finished his homework, he's fooling you."

Zhang Qingzhi walked in with a rag: "Who hasn't finished their homework? Where's Xiaojun? Hurry up and write."

Liu Guixin was happy: "Second brother, have you finished your homework?"

"I've finished writing, and I'll finish writing in the afternoon."

"Are you playing truant?" Zhang Xingjun turned his head and stared at him.He hasn't dared to play truant before.

"No, he's pulled his trouser pockets, so how can he go to class? The teacher shouldn't be stinking to death?" Zhang Xingbing made up the knife on the side.

Everyone laughed, Zhang Xinglong was a little depressed: "That's not my intention."

"This child has too many problems. The temperature should cool down in the past few days, and it is time to go to the hospital again." Zhang Qingzhi panicked a little worried.

"Can't you? I feel pretty good during this period, except for today's diarrhea. Let him wear more clothes tomorrow. It will be fine if it grows longer."

Daqing went to Lao Sun's house to play with the third and fourth children, and Zhang Qingzhi got up to look for a raincoat.

"You just listen to the wind and the rain. The weather forecast is never accurate." Liu Guixin said nothing to stop him, and went to the kang to continue sewing.During this period of time, she was going to prepare to sell popsicles, so she had to finish the work quickly.

"Be prepared, just in case it will be ready. Besides, there are indeed a lot of clouds these two days."

After tidying up his raincoat and boots, Zhang Qingzhi went out to the vegetable field, and when he came back, he began to chop vegetable leaves and cook pig food.

Behind the carefree growth of children playing, joking and laughing, there are countless tediousness, pressure, endless work and endless worries.

As the night grew darker, the three younger brothers washed their feet and slept in a row on the kang. Zhang Qingzhi was still busy outside, and the sound of the sewing machine was intermittent.

This has become a habit. When they go to sleep, their parents are still busy. When they wake up, their parents are still busy and have already prepared meals.

Children enjoy ignorantly, and parents pay willingly.

The next day, Liu Guixin went to the street, and as she expected, the business license was approved.

The business license at this time is different from the later ones. It has the photo of the owner on it, fills in the name, the approved business project and the address.

The licensee must operate at the address indicated in the license himself, otherwise he will be deprived of the qualification to operate.

In this era, in such an industrial town, people's eyes are fixed on the factory. It is the ideal and honor of most people to enter the factory and become a worker for all. It is easy to find a wife.

And doing business means that you can't be a worker, that you're worthless, you can only show your face, and it's a job that most people look down on.

This is also the reason why Liu Guixin was able to get the quota so easily.There is no one to fight at all.

With an unexplainable feeling, Liu Guixin returned home with the business license wrapped in newspaper.

There is a little apprehension, some fear of the unknown, and a sense of hope, a sense of excitement.

Finding the way forward, grasping the things leading to hope in my own hands, I feel extremely at ease in my heart.

In this world, there has never been anything more fulfilling than grasping and working hard for yourself.Also more realistic.

When Zhang Qingzhi got off work in the evening, Liu Guixin couldn't wait to show his business license in front of him.

Zhang Qingzhi was also happy.

"From now on, you can work hard and cook, and I will earn money." Liu Guixin said while stroking the license.

"It's like how many times you have cooked before." Zhang Qingzhi refused to accept it.

After punching and kicking, cheerful laughter resounded in the small room.

(End of this chapter)