Traveling through the Eighth Five-Year Plan: Starting from selling fruit at a stall

In just a few days, the family was ruined like this. Zhu Lamei was about to curse when she suddenly thought of what Wang Zhaoyang said.

"It's not a day's cold to be frozen three feet, and it's not a day's coldness for people's hearts. If you treated Xiaoyue before, don't blame Xiaoyue for treating you."

She swallowed abruptly the words that came to her lips, silently picked up the bamboo sticks and began to clean the yard.

Wang Xuekun stared at her: "Where have you been with that little bastard these days!"

Zhu Lamei paused while sweeping the floor, and said softly, "They're all children, what are you talking about Zhaoxing for?"

Wang Xuekun stared at Zhu Lamei as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this still the pillow person who has slept with him for more than 30 years?
When did she change her gender?
For a moment, Wang Xuekun forgot to continue the conversation, and stared blankly at her.

Although Zhu Lamei has a bad temper, she is still good at work.

She cleaned up the huge yard in just a few minutes.

Then he put the dirty clothes into the bucket and carried them to the river.

It's almost November, and the winter in Fuqian County is a few days later than in previous years, but the river is still bitingly freezing.

Zhu Lamei was used to it a long time ago, so she didn't care about it at all. She quickly washed her clothes and dried them on the clothesline.

It was only ten o'clock when she got home. After two hours of hard work, it was time for dinner.

Zhu Lamei was not in a hurry to cook, so she boiled a pot of water and cleaned the dishes that Wang Xuekun hadn't washed in the past few days, before asking, "What do you want for lunch?"

Wang Xuekun looked at her in surprise.

For so many years, she has never asked other people's opinions when cooking.

What she does depends on her own mood.

When she is in a good mood, the food she cooks is more delicious, but when she is in a bad mood, she just cooks in a mess.

Eggplants, beans, carrots, as long as they are on hand, she grabs them, washes them casually, chops them randomly, and throws them into the pot.

Scribbled as if cooking pig food.

"There is still some noodles at home, let's cook some noodles."

Zhu Lamei nodded in response, boiled a pot of water, went into the room, took out the handful of noodles and threw them into the pot to boil.

While cooking the noodles, I also fried a scrambled egg with onions.

The onion is purple onion, and the purple onion is paired with bright yellow eggs, which looks appetizing.

Wang Xuekun ate three bowls of noodles for the first time.

After dinner, Zhu Lamei was not idle, and started cleaning the house again.

Seeing her sudden change, Wang Xuekun was taken aback for a while.

What Wang Xuekun didn't expect was that Zhu Lamei seemed to be a different person in the future.

She is always smiling when she sees everyone, and sometimes when the neighbors are unable to take care of the children, she will take the initiative to help.

People in the village also felt her change and talked about her behind their backs.

Some of these words reached Zhu Lamei's ears more or less, and she just smiled when she heard it, and then went to work nimbly.

Just half a month later, Wang Xuekun didn't see Wang Zhaoxing, so he began to question Zhu Lamei.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Zhu Lamei had no choice but to tell the story of Wang Zhaoxing robbing her of 50 yuan in the hospital.

Wang Xuekun was so angry that he ran away on the spot and lost his temper with Zhu Lamei.

Zhu Lamei could only accept it submissively, and didn't dare to refute at all.

The business in the capital is getting more and more prosperous.

In the past, Xiao Jun could afford to deliver goods to the capital once a month, but since the two Ling sisters left, the business in the capital has been booming.

Especially in December.

Even in the middle of winter in Qingpu City, few people buy down jackets to wear. In contrast, they are more willing to pay for cotton clothes.

The cotton coat is thick, although the style is touching, it is very warm.

But in the capital, everyone's ability to accept new things is still very strong.

They prefer light down jackets to heavy cotton jackets.

Ji Zhongqiu soon discovered that this winter, the total amount of down jackets sold by just one store in Beijing was more than the sum of the three stores in Qingpu City in two years.

On the street, more and more people choose Mochi down jackets.

Mochi down jackets are not only novel in style, but also in many colors.

More importantly, the price is beautiful.

The same down jacket is sold for hundreds of yuan or even more expensive in department stores, but he only sells it for more than 80 yuan.

It can be said that "the same price is better than quality, and the same quality is better than price" to the extreme.

The consequence of this is that the sales of down jackets in his store are increasing day by day.

Often, as soon as Xiao Jun delivered the goods, they were snapped up by everyone frantically.

Originally, it took at least a month to sell a truckload, but now, at most 20 days, Ji Zhongqiu had to call Xiao Jun to deliver the goods.

Ji Zhongqiu was so busy with the store's business that he had no time to care about other things.

Suddenly, when the police came to the door, he realized that he hadn't seen Feng Weiwei for a month.

It was precisely because of Feng Weiwei that the police came to the door suddenly.

In order to bring down Ji Mid-Autumn Festival, Feng Weiwei even sold her body to make power and sex deals with men she didn't like before.

But at this time, she never thought that when Feng Aimin fell from power, in the eyes of some people, she was no different from an ordinary girl.

Time and time again, she dealt with all kinds of men, and in the end she was reported by someone who was originally under Feng Aimin for prostitution, and then she was jailed.

Regarding this, Ji Zhongqiu could only sigh silently, especially when he thought of his wife and unborn child far away in Qingpu City, he was full of energy again.

Xiao Jun also complained more than once. If Ling Yue hadn't strongly demanded that all sewing machines be replaced with electric ones at the beginning of opening the factory, otherwise, at the sales speed of Ji Mid-Autumn Festival, the workers would not be able to satisfy him even if they stepped on the sewing machines until they smoked. a person's needs.

After learning that the demand for down jackets in Ji Mid-Autumn Festival has increased greatly, and when the new factory building is completed, Ling Yue immediately asked Xiao Jun to go to Shenzhen City again, and pulled hundreds of electric sewing machines from there, specially for Production of down jackets.

Ling Yue had to go to the bank again for a loan.

When Ling Qingfeng brought Mo Mingming back to Qingpu City in Xiao Jun's light truck with a cart full of rolling door materials, he started the plan to install the rolling door without stopping.

Bear the brunt of their four clothing stores.

Ling Qingfeng stayed in the capital for such a long time, and he also learned how to advertise.

——But whenever he passed the rolling door installed by him, he would run on the rolling door with the words "breeze rolling door".

He entered the industry early and soon gained a firm foothold in Qingqing City.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the [-]s, seven of the ten rolling doors in Qingpu City were installed by him.

Of the remaining three, two were installed by Mo Mingming, and the other was installed by another colleague.

Yao Zhen was also very happy.

Seeing that Ling Qingfeng installed the rolling shutter door as if desperate, she simply became the woman behind Ling Qingfeng with peace of mind.

Ling Yue and Ling Xiaohua's due date is approaching.

In January and February of the following year, the two sisters gave birth to their own Lin'er.

And Yao Zhen was also very competitive. In May, when the weather was not too hot, she also gave birth to a lovely daughter for Ling Qingfeng.

For this, Yao Zhen was very disappointed.

She looked eagerly at Ling Yue and Ling Xiaohua's two sons, and secretly made up her mind that she would give Ling Qingfeng a son no matter what.