Riding the wind of rebirth

Only then did Zhou Zhi and his friends realize that there was already a large circle of people doing morning exercises outside the banyan tree, and the aunts shouted again: "The little girl sang so well! One more!"

So the aunts and uncles all shouted: "One more and one more!"

In today’s county towns, there are really few opportunities to hear a national singing soprano from an authentic professional class. This song is familiar to the uncles and aunts, and even I often sing it myself, but the difference between singing and singing is too big. up.

So it's no wonder everyone is so excited.

Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Tingting, let's sing one more."

"Then I'll sing "Liuyang River" again." Guan Tingting is also quite good at it, as expected of the hostess of Jiachuan Middle School's radio station: "Please help me beat the beat."

So Guan Tingting sang "Liuyang River" again. Under the sunlight that had just penetrated the branches and leaves of the banyan tree, the sweet singing sound like silver bells made everyone mesmerized.

By the time the second song was sung, hundreds of people had gathered around the pier, and everyone applauded.

A man who looked like a policeman squeezed into the crowd: "Okay, ok, the little girl sang really well, but the farmers who came from the pier still have to set up stalls here to sell vegetables, and now there is no room for this place, let's go away Bar."

A few farmers who arrived earlier were listening to the song with poles on the side of the stone ladder. Hearing this, they waved their hands with a smile: "Let the little girl sing, we love to listen, don't worry..."

Jiachuan people like to gather together, even if no one sings now, as long as this group of people gathers, people from the periphery will continue to come to see what's going on.

Seeing that it was nothing wrong, Zhou Zhi hurriedly said: "Uncle policeman is right, we just came here to practice our vocals, this girl, we went out in Jiachuan, and Guan Tingting, who is studying in Chuanyin Middle School, will have the opportunity to be on stage in the future. TV, everyone, don't forget to support the children in your hometown!"

Everyone applauded again, and an enthusiastic aunt shouted: "We will definitely support it!" "The good girl's name is Tingting, we remember it!"

After a few people got out of the crowd and walked towards the North Gate pier, He Shiqing took Guan Tingting's hand and shouted excitedly: "Tingting, you sing so well! I got goosebumps when I opened my mouth!"

"Exactly! I used to think that elbows sang very well, but now it seems that a professional is a professional!" Liang Hong nodded: "We will study in Shudu in the future, Tingting, can we come to your school to listen to your singing? "

"I'm not good at singing, but Sister Qi is good at singing." Guan Tingting, a carefree girl, was a little shy: "It's Sister Shuyi's sister-in-law, my mentor, she is the real singer."

"Tingting has made great progress." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I also know how to be humble. The more capable people are, the more they know how to be humble. This is a real entry."

"Then let's celebrate, elbow treat!" Liang Hong made an irrefutable suggestion.

"I came out for a run, and I didn't bring any money..."

"Don't make excuses, I know you can pay the bill at the chicken shop in Xinlukouzi!" The friends knew Zhou Zhi too well: "Let's go eat chicken noodles and chicken soup Chaoshou!"

The business of Baimi Chicken Soup Restaurant has become more and more subdivided. At first, it made chicken soup and small stir-fried vegetables, and later added river seafood, and then bought black-bone chicken to cook for itself. More and more old regular customers simply started selling live chicken again. and slaughter operations.

Later, under the guidance of a Taotie, he said that the chicken soup was going to be boiled anyway, so he would boil an extra pot of chicken soup, fry a big pot of chicken offal, sell noodles and copy hands, and the profits would increase.

After hearing this, Lao Yang, who opened the store, found that it was really popular, and the income was more than a noon turnover.

But he couldn't bear to make money like this, so now he only takes charge of the cooking, and his wife is in charge of the breakfast. He also recruited a few rice fellows to help butcher the chickens and run the hall. The business is getting bigger and bigger.

So Lao Yang and his wife were very grateful to this Taotie who gave him an idea, and he was going to pay the bill, so there was no problem at all.

And they knew Zhou Zhi's taste, so they served noodles and chao shou to the little friends, and Zhou Zhishang was given a big bowl of chicken soup mao rice, plus a small portion of fried chicken giblets and a plate of pickled cucumbers.

"Eh? What kind of elbows are you eating? I don't think they've been sold before."

"It wasn't sold before," Old Yang was a little dumbfounded: "This is what we usually eat in the morning, and he also likes elbows. Every time he comes to have a meal, he will choose this to eat."

"Then why don't you sell it?" Zhang Lu asked the bottom line: "The elbow likes to eat, it should be very popular, right?"

"You're going to study finance and economics soon, and you're always digging into the root of the problem. I don't know what a commercial secret is?" Zhou Zhi said with a smile, "There's a saying in Shuzhong to make a profit for breakfast, which is called one pack of two sides and three copies of hands. This is quite common in catering. money business."

"If you sell chicken soup and rice, the price is not easy to position. It must be lower than chicken noodle and chicken soup Chao Shou, but then there will be no profit."

"What's more, we have to compete with the bean curd rice that is too mature to be in the homogeneous market. In this way, chicken soup mao rice is overwhelmed by chicken noodle and chicken soup, and there is no price advantage. It is forced by bean curd rice and has no cost advantage. What else are you doing?"

"Actually, there used to be chicken soup with rice in Shudu, which was very popular." Zhou Zhi took a sip of the chicken soup and said, "But if the chicken soup tastes good, it must be a year-old chicken. Now the price of old chicken is getting higher and higher. The more expensive it is, the native chicken soup has evolved from a flavored breakfast to a banquet delicacy."

In this situation, it will take 20 years before snacks such as chicken soup and rice noodles return to the market, but how much technology and hard work are used to control costs, but we have to say something else.

Fortunately, at least for now, Lao Yang's chicken soup is still very authentic, and everyone is very satisfied with this breakfast.

After dinner, everyone came to Zaoling Bridge, and they were shocked to see Zhou Zhi's cart coming back.

In the minds of my friends, there is no such concept as the Land Rover Defender 1000. I know that this is a jeep the size of a pickup truck, and the word "climbing" can barely be used to get on the car.

This car is too suitable for Liang Hong's taste. When Zhou Zhishang took the remote control key and pressed the door, it became a solid "high-tech" in the eyes of the friends.

Jiang Shuyi took a lot of snacks brought back from Hong Kong Island and the capital Shudu, and everyone didn't need to go home to say hello. They happily got into the car and drove towards the ferry terminal.

While waiting for the ferry, many drivers came to look at the car. The little friends don’t know the goods, but it doesn’t mean that the old drivers don’t know the goods.

Including the master who commanded the ferry, he was well-informed, and he had never seen such a car. After the ferry arrived, the master looked down from the cab.

The Yangtze River has been crossed many times, but this time sitting in a private car and crossing the river by ferry is a novel experience.

This car is very comfortable, with high visibility, large space, sufficient air conditioning, good audio, and comfortable seats. Everyone praises it. This is the most comfortable car I have ever sat in so far.

It's a pity that the distance is too short, and it takes only a few minutes to reach Baimi Township Market.