Wearing eighty books, the little widow turns into a rich woman

Chapter 92 Chapter 91
Wang Zemin looked at him and said viciously, "Don't try to learn from your aunt or aunt, I won't let you go if I catch you."

"Hmm!" Wang Zhixue responded, bent down and tied up the finished grass handles with straw ropes and piled them under the courtyard wall.

Yang Liqun carried a bundle of grass handles to the stove, poured three scoops of water into the pot, scooped up only half a bowl of rice, washed it a little, then poured it into the pot, lit the fire, and went to the backyard to start pulling cabbage, waiting for porridge After cooking, chop the vegetables finely and cook cabbage porridge in the pot.

Wang Zhixue took out the straw mother and went to the backyard, took out two zongzi from his pocket, and handed them to Yang Liqun: "Mom, my aunt made them for sale."

Yang Liqun took it, and looked at him lovingly: "I'll feed him when Zhilin comes back."

Wang Zhixue took it and untied it, and handed it to her: "Mom, you eat, Zhilin, I will buy it for him after I earn money."

Yang Liqun looked at her son in relief, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes stretched out: "Mommy."

Her family is poor, but she has three sensible and filial sons. As long as the family works together, they will be able to live well sooner or later.

Wang Zhixue happily watched her finish eating the zongzi, and then told her what he saw and heard today: "Mom, my aunt told me about the business at the garment factory. My aunt originally wanted to go, but I wanted to go." She gave it to me."

"In the afternoon, I saw that my aunt's business was good, but it was not as good as my aunt's. I think the things my aunt sells are not cheap, but those people are willing to buy them. After we went to the black market behind the garment factory to see, my aunt also helped me pay the booth fee. gone."

Yang Liqun's eyes turned red after hearing this: "Okay, okay, I can rest assured that their business is good. Zhixue, you have to remember your feelings, don't learn those pink eye diseases, and you can't see your family making money."

"Your aunt also has a hard life. She was a widow at a young age and took your cousin with her. She is still poor. Mom can't sleep well when she thinks about it."

"Fortunately, your aunt woke up and found a way to make money, and is willing to take us to make money together. You should follow your aunt to learn how to do business. Don't look at the height of the mountain."

"As the old saying goes, the boat helps the boat, the water helps the boat, the boss helps the water ghost, and only your aunt and aunt will think of helping us if they have connections. You and Wang Sanwa are still Mao Gener's friends, and they have been setting up a stall for business since last year. If I don’t tell you, I’m afraid you will know!”

Wang Zhixue also thought a lot today, he looked up at his mother, and said solemnly: "Mom, don't worry, I know what is good or bad, and I will never be a white-eyed wolf."

Yang Liqun patted his son on the shoulder: "Mom will feel at ease with your words. I will sew up the basket, urea bag, and trousers for you at night, and put them in the woodshed. You can get them yourself when the time comes."

Wang Zhixue nodded: "After dinner, I want to go to the construction brigade's mountain bag and cut some more rice dumplings to send to my aunt's house."

"Go!"

After the mother and son agreed, Wang Zhixue helped to wash the vegetables, washed a handful of coriander, chopped green onion, patted two garlic cloves, and scooped some bean paste to mix with it.

Yang Liqun grabbed the salted vegetables again, chopped them finely, poured some vegetable oil and stir-fried them a few times, put them on a plate and brought them to the table.

The second child, Wang Zhilin, stomped into the kitchen and took a look at the food on the table. There was too much porridge and too little rice, the cold coriander was not even put in red oil, and the salted vegetables were shriveled.

Sitting down on the stool, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Every day it's either braised rice porridge or cabbage porridge, I'm going to throw up."

"Crack!" Wang Zemin gave him a slap on the head: "Get out if you don't eat it. I tell you, it's not bad to have these for you to eat. Back then we ate grass roots and bark, and almost ate Guanyin soil..."

Wang Zhilin lowered his head and muttered: "It's here again, my ears are full of cocoons."

Wang Zemin took away the porridge in front of him, and said with a dark face, "Kneel down in front of me. If you don't like the east and the west, you can eat boiled water for three days after starving you."

Wang Zhilin didn't dare to answer back, walked towards the main room wearily, and knelt down under the portrait of the great man hanging in the main room with a plop: "Old man, you let us turn over and be the masters, can you bless me to eat braised pork once a month, I will Kowtow to you every day!" After saying that, he kowtowed three times.

Yang Liqun was outside the main room, looking at him and sighing secretly: half a child eats a poor old man, there is no oil and water in his stomach, and he is very hungry. No wonder he wants to eat all day long when he is out of work, cheating, cheating and slipping.

Wang Zemin is an old man, and he specially confronts the cadres of the team. The team leader arranges heavy work for the two children every time.

Yang Liqun endured the sadness and turned around, to see if the boss can make money this time?

Wang Zhixue left after eating, Yang Liqun took out the remaining zongzi, scooped up a bowl of cabbage porridge and brought it to the main room: "Second, eat quickly, your brother took the zongzi from your aunt."

Wang Zhilin took the zongzi and sniffed it, then smiled and said, "It smells so good, is there meat inside?"

Yang Liqun nodded with a smile: "Yes! Red bean bacon brown."

Wang Zhilin untied the brown rope and took a bite, "It's delicious!" Then he broke some and fed it to Yang Liqun's mouth, "Mom, you can eat too."

"You eat!" Yang Liqun looked at her son sadly, "When your brother earns money with his aunt, Mom will cook braised pork for you once a month."

Wang Zhixue felt a little shy when he remembered that he asked for it just now, and fed the broken zongzi into her mouth: "Mom! I also want to set up a stall to earn money."

Yang Liqun nodded, swallowed the zongzi, and rubbed his head: "You can go after your brother earns his capital."

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When Lin Lan got home, Lin Yuezhen had already cooked the rice, so she scooped out the glutinous rice and beans and soaked them in warm water.

At night, the two of them made the pea cake that Zhou Xiaohong wanted, cooked the rice dumplings and stewed them in the pot, and it was past twelve o'clock when they went to bed.

Get up at five in the morning and get busy.

Just after dawn, Wang Xueming came with a load of zong leaves: "Auntie, I don't think there are many zong leaves on Niubei Mountain, so I went to the mountain bag to cut some."

Lin Lan saw that there was still dew on the zongzi leaves in the burden, and said with a smile: "Go early in the morning! Come in and have breakfast together."

"I've eaten it!" Wang Xueming took out the zong leaves and piled them on the eaves, "I'll go back first, Auntie, and come back in the afternoon."

Lin Lan hurriedly picked up some zongzi and gave them to him: "Take these back and give them to your parents and brothers."

Wang Xueming blushed: "My dad doesn't know when I come here, and he will be scolded if I take it back."

Lin Lan put the zongzi in his burden: "What are you afraid of! He dares to scold you for giving it to you."

Wang Xueming had no choice but to accept it: "Thank you, auntie! I'll go back first."

Lin Lan sent him to the gate of the courtyard, went back to look at the zong leaves piled up on the eaves, picked them up, put them in baskets, and carried them to the side of the ditch to scrub.

Zhou Xiaohong ordered a hundred zongzi on the first day, and when she came back in the afternoon, she hurried to find Lin Lan to double the amount.

On the first day Wang Zhixue set up a stall, Lin Lan prepared [-] of each variety for him, and also prepared a tasting for him alone.

Although the clothing factory had to pay money, there were morning and evening markets. Although Wang Zhixue opened his stall on the first day, there was an endless stream of people who came to the black market to buy things during the Duanyang Festival.

The household items he set up were clean and tidy, and the food in the baskets and tubs looked good and tasted good, and they were all sold out by the end of the market.

It was the first time for Senior Wang Zhi to carry so much money at such an age. He held the money in his trouser pocket with one hand, thinking that he had earned 12 yuan on the first day, and his heart almost flew into the sky with joy.

When I go back, I will buy a pack of tiger bone paste for my mother, and after a few days, I will pay back my aunt's money, and cut a catty of pork belly to make braised pork for Zhilin...

Yang Zhigang came out with a dustpan and broom, and saw a silly boy with two large round patches on his buttocks and patches on his shoulders.

(End of this chapter)