In 1983, a small island started from a large farmer

Since stepping down as the boss, Li Duoyu has felt much more relaxed during the New Year period.

I remember this time last year, I had to go to the Tianhou Temple almost every day, and I had to guard the temple, do all kinds of worship and ask for the Holy Grail.

Now that we are done with our work, we can take a good rest, except for the quarrel between Lao Lu and Lao Jin from the pork stall.

The villagers were quite dissatisfied with him and all started talking about it. After all, the big boss was supposed to set an example, and he started the year like this. Some people even felt that he would ruin the luck of the entire village.

There was even a suggestion that Director Li should continue to be the boss. Li Duoyu just heard about it and shook his head like a drum.

Being a cow or horse for a year is enough.

You want me to be the boss for two years? No way.

Maybe because of his actual age, Li Duoyu thinks that neighborhood conflicts caused by quarrels are very normal.

All I can say is that you've seen it so many times that you've become accustomed to it. A noisy and noisy scene is what a rural area is like.

Li Duoyu was not optimistic about the quarrel between the two people. After all, they were card-playing friends, and they might get together to play mahjong and 80 points again someday.

After the Chinese New Year, the temperature has warmed up significantly, and the fingertips and toes are not so cold anymore, but Zhou Xiaoying will still wait until Li Duoyu comes home before she starts cooking.

There were no such things as microwave ovens those days. If I cooked in advance, I would have to reheat the food when he came back.

In fact, it is like this in their entire fishing village. Before the backbone of the family returns home, women and children usually don't eat first, leaving the backbone to eat leftovers.

Of course, this is only limited to the backbone of the family. When the second brother earned less, he could only eat leftovers when he returned home every day.

Tonight's dishes are relatively simple.

A braised hairtail. During the Chinese New Year period, the hairtail are still quite fat, and they are all the size of a palm.

One hairtail can be eaten for several meals. Fortunately, his family now has a refrigerator. In the past, one hairtail would have to be shared among several families.

In the past two years, sometimes before his family started cooking, his aunt and third aunt would share some of the cooked dishes with everyone. But since they got the refrigerator, people are not so keen on sharing anymore.

The unfinished food is directly placed in the refrigerator, which makes Li Duoyu look like a human touch -1.

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In addition to the hairtail fish, Zhou Xiaoying also fried some old tofu, stir-fried some water spinach, and stewed a tonic soup for him.

After seeing the soup, Li Duoyu frowned. Sometimes, women are more reserved, but they will remind you indirectly.

Li Duoyu frowned and said, it will take Zhou Xiaoying a few more years to reach that age where she is as vigorous as a wolf and a tiger. Could it be that she is already premature?
It seems that I need to eat enough today, otherwise I won’t have the energy to serve the leader. Li Duoyu drank two bowls of rice on the spot.

Looking at Xiao Tutu who was acting like a rogue and didn't want to eat, Li Duoyu couldn't help shaking his head.

"If you eat faster than me, I'll take you to the zoo to see the pandas after the Spring Festival."

As soon as he heard the word "panda", the little kid who originally didn't want to eat, immediately picked up the bowl and started eating.

Zhou Xiaoying said angrily: "Half of it is stuck on your face, and half of it is on the table. How can you eat it? You have to eat the vegetables too."

But little Tutu said, "I think the dishes cooked by my father are more delicious."

Zhou Xiaoying was stunned for a moment, then looked at Li Duoyu with a smile: "Li Puyi, do you really want to eat the food your father cooks?"

Little Tutu nodded: "Dad, the braised pork is really delicious."

"From now on, let your father cook for you, okay?"

"Okay, if dad cooks, I can eat two bowls of rice for every meal."

Li Duoyu turned his head away and couldn't help but admire the boy's ability to attract hatred. Fortunately, he was born in a civilized family like theirs.

If it were any other family, they would probably be either eating fried bamboo shoots with meat or being punished physically.

"I'm full. I'll go wash the dishes first."

Li Duoyu wanted to wash the dishes and escape, but Zhou Xiaoying stopped him: "You are so busy every day, and you still have to wash the dishes when you get home. If my second sister-in-law sees this, she will frame me to death."

"You take care of her."

Zhou Xiaoying sighed and said, "Now people in the village say that I am like the young lady. If I don't do more work, I will soon become a vase."

"You have the capital to be a vase, but others cannot be one even if they want to."

Zhou Xiaoying rolled her eyes at him.

"Hurry up and take a shower, and go to bed early tonight."

"Okay, leader."

After Li Duoyu finished taking a shower, Zhou Xiaoying looked at his slightly rough hair and his messy beard.

He took out a pair of scissors from the drawer: "I'll give you a simple repair."

“When did you learn how to cut hair?”

"I usually trim my bangs myself. It's impossible for me to go to a barber to trim my bangs every time my hair gets messy. That would be such a waste of money."

After cutting his hair and shaving his beard, Zhou Xiaoying began to teach Xiao Tutu, but ended up cultivating the boy's habit of going to bed early.

Because once he starts studying, within half an hour, this brat will be so sleepy that he can't even open his eyes.

After eating the nourishing soup, Li Duoyu had no choice but to go to class obediently. When he opened his eyes again, it was already dawn.

Li Duoyu touched his right hand, but found that Zhou Xiaoying was not on the bed. Some cooking sounds could be faintly heard from the kitchen downstairs.

The suit was already hung on the hanger, very neatly arranged, and it looked like it had been ironed.

Zhou Xiaoying bought him this suit with her own salary before they went to Hong Kong Island last year.

This woman is reluctant to spend money on herself, but is very willing to spend money on him.

Li Duoyu remembered that during their trip to Hong Kong Island last year, the two of them had gone shopping in Central, and she ended up going to a custom suit shop.

When she learned the price of suits there, she was stunned for a long time, but that night, she went to him and said: A man really needs a good suit.

Li Duoyu was so angry that he pinched her face and lectured her: "Don't listen to those TV commercials. The clothes are OK. The difference between a few hundred yuan and a few thousand yuan is just a storyteller."

Li Duoyu is not very keen on such external pursuits, nor is he very noble, but it is really unnecessary for someone in this line of work.

You spend the whole day at sea and in various breeding ponds. Who would you wear such nice clothes for? However, this reminded Li Duoyu of something.

That was when they came back collectively from working illegally, from their Shangfeng Town and the neighboring Digu County.

Every Chinese New Year, it is like luxury goods are having a meeting. A rural auntie carries a Gucci bag, and a middle-aged man with rough hands wears a Hermès bag around his waist.

As for that LV bag, it is almost always used to buy groceries. Later on, people simply called it a grocery bag.

To be honest, if a designer saw that scene, he would be horrified.

The stuff used is very high-end, but no one thinks it is "high-end" and useless. It is not as good as those produced by Wenzhou Leather Factory.

Just when Li Duoyu was about to go out, his father and mother came over. As elders, they didn't know what to say.

"Safe travels."

Lao Li held it in for a long time before saying, "When the time comes, they will all be big leaders. If we talk less, we will make fewer mistakes."

Chen Huiying rolled her eyes at him and said, "Do you think everyone is like you, a block of wood, who can't say a few words a day?" "Let's go."

Li Duoyu sailed to Rongcheng Wharf, but when he arrived at Rongcheng Wharf, he found that the streets that were usually busy with traffic were not as lively as before, and there were fewer buses.

Compared with the bustle in the countryside, the Spring Festival in the city seems a bit deserted, and many stores are not even open.

Li Duoyu walked a few steps and found a street shop next to a wood-burning hot pot. The shop was very small and the tables were placed outside on the stone road.

Li Duoyu also couldn't understand why the tables and chairs in street shops were so short and small these days.

Smelling the strong aroma from the pot, Li Duoyu looked at the time, realized it was still a little early, and walked over.

"Boss, give me some pot sides."

"Ordinary, or add ingredients."

“That must be supplemented.”

"We have to make it clear in advance that the extra ingredients include clams and cooked dried fish, but no shrimp. These things are too expensive now, and our small shop can't afford them."

"I understand. If you put shrimp in it, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford this breakfast."

There were quite a few people sitting on the street outside, most of them wearing blue-gray work clothes, and there were also a few young people who looked very fashionable.

But among the people in the breakfast shop, Li Duoyu looked the most eye-catching, wearing a suit and a striking tie.

It is quite rare to see someone like him dressed in a suit coming to the restaurant to eat, and many people were looking at him.

Some people think he might be a successful person, but others think he is just pretending, especially those young people of the same age who are wearing bell-bottom pants.

That look seemed to be saying: Stop pretending, rich people all go to that Japanese restaurant to eat fried chicken, they won't come to eat this kind of breakfast.

But Li Duoyu really likes to eat this kind of hot pot with the flavor of woodfire, as well as various traditional flavors on the street.

Li Duoyu had also invited people to eat these things, but people who had not often eaten this kind of food since childhood thought they were quite ordinary.

Just like the soy milk in the capital, it is a torture for him, but for the locals, it is an unforgettable taste.

After eating the pot-side paste.

A human-powered tricycle with its bell ringing came towards him. Maybe because the tricycle was a bit old, it made a creaking sound when the old man pedaled.

Li Duoyu, who had just paid the bill and still had half a fried dough stick in his mouth, quickly stopped the car.

"Master, wait a moment."

The old man stretched out his right hand and pulled the brake lever of the tricycle. The tricycle stopped and the old man, with a cigarette still in his mouth, asked.

"Yidi, where are you going?"

Li Duoyu opened his mouth and said, "Master, how much does it cost to go to the Foreign Trade Hotel?"

"If it's Chinese New Year, you get three cents."

"Okay, three cents is three cents."

After hearing that Li Duoyu was going to the Foreign Trade Hotel, the people who were having breakfast all looked very surprised, especially the young men who looked at Li Duoyu with inexplicable displeasure.

Someone couldn't help but grumble:

"Why are you pretending? Damn it. You wear a suit to eat at a roadside stall and take a tricycle to go out for drinks. Would anyone who really goes to such a place take a tricycle?"

Someone said: "It's possible that they went to the neighborhood, not to drink outside. There are many people like this."

"possible."

Li Duoyu was speechless. In fact, when they just started eating, he had already discovered that those young men were very jealous of him.

Li Duoyu understood them very well. After all, he was very similar to them in the past. When he saw people who were better than him and lived a better life than him, he couldn't help but want to mock them.

Li Duoyu couldn't help but shake his head. No wonder there are so few low-key bosses. If you are too low-key, even the street urchins will say something about you.

After Li Duoyu got on the tricycle, he didn't expect that the old man riding the tricycle was quite talkative.

"Yidi, judging from your attire, are you planning on going out to a hotel?"

Li Duoyu followed the topic and said, "Well, I haven't been there yet. I plan to go there and try it to see if their food is delicious."

The old man sighed, "It's very difficult to get in there. It's not that you wear nice clothes and have money, they will let you in. If you don't have some connections, you can't even get through the door."

"That's it."

The master smiled and said, "You are lucky to meet me today. I actually know some second brothers. They have connections. If you want to stay in a hotel, I can ask them to arrange it for you."

“Is there such a service?”

The old man smiled and said, "As long as there is a market, there will be business. As long as the money is in place, let alone accommodation, we can even arrange for you to work there."

Li Duoyu was also very curious. Those who could work in Waijiu now were definitely not ordinary people. They were elites selected from all walks of life.

Drivers these days are very awesome, but they can’t compare to those of them who can interact with foreigners.

The tricycle driver said, "I heard about it too. Not long ago, my second brother got someone in. After he got in, he was treated very well. The overseas Chinese and foreigners gave him tips all the time. I heard that the tips he received in one go were more than what I earn in a month?"

“Don’t you have to hand in the tips you receive?”

"You don't understand this. Everyone does this. If you hand it over, how can everyone make money?"

"Also, not long ago, a waiter fell in love with a girl from Hong Kong Island. Last month, she packed her bags and secretly went to Hong Kong Island to enjoy her life."

Sure enough, these people driving tricycles and taxis hear the most gossip.

This phenomenon really exists and is quite common. After all, this is the peak period of worshipping foreign things and fawning on foreigners. To put it bluntly, now even if you find a black person, they will think he is superior to Chinese people.

But what they don’t know is that many of them are scammers. Some women followed them out and found out that the men already had families.

There are not many who enjoy the good life, but many who suffer. And when the men get tired of playing, they try every means to drive the women away.

When Li Duoyu was working illegally, he met a woman who had the same experience and ended up having to engage in the flesh trade.

As luck would have it, I was even hooked up by someone from the same village, and in the end I didn’t even dare to go home.

Later, with the introduction of the human trafficker, she traveled all the way to the island country and worked as a dishwasher.

But working in an industry that makes money quickly, how could one be content to just wash dishes and mop the floor? Li Duoyu was particularly impressed by this woman.

They had known each other for less than half a month when the woman said something to him.

"If you want, I can help you, but the price has to be based on the market price."

Li Duoyu, who could only use his hands at the time, was really tempted, but he finally held back because the market price in the island country was really not cheap.

Li Duoyu felt that it was not cost-effective. He couldn't just raise the price by moving to another place.

Until now, he still vaguely remembers that the woman's name seemed to be Xiao Min or something, and she was from Guangdong.

It seems that she was also a waitress in a hotel before she was cheated. It is said that many people pursued her at that time, but in the end she was cheated by a Hong Kong Islander. (End of this chapter)