Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 443 Lottery
In the past week, Silly Zhu didn't go to the backyard or visit Xu Qing's house at night.

But tonight he wanted to go.

As for the thirty kilograms of white noodles and stick noodles still on the bicycle.

Still on the bike.

There were not many children in the compound now, and it was still night, so dark and cold that it could freeze someone to death. He was not worried about being stolen.

Entering the backyard, Silhu immediately saw Banggan, the second uncle, and Xu Damao standing at the door of Xu Qing's house, still looking at the motorcycle Xu Qing bought today.

Then he also walked forward and looked at it for a while. After his eyes were satisfied, he turned around and walked into Xu Qing's house.

At this time, Xu Qing and Jinghong were having dinner, while Aiguo and Ai Qian were sitting on the hot kang, chatting with their grandparents and talking to their eldest brother and sister-in-law.

Silly Zhu came in, closed the door, and sat next to Aiguo with a smile. He raised his hand to tease the three little guys Xu Hongzhi, Xu Qiaoxin, and Xu Hongfu.

Then he said to Xu Qing:

"Qingzi, brother, I can lend you your motorcycle for a day next month, is that okay?"

Xu Qing took a big bite of the steamed bun. Hearing that Sha Zhu wanted to borrow a motorcycle, he nodded directly and said:

"no problem!"

Xu Aiguo asked curiously: "Brother Yuzhu, aren't you going on a blind date next month?"

Silly Zhu chuckled, grinned, and nodded slightly, yes.

Lou Xiao'e hasn't come back yet, and he no longer thinks about Qin Huairu.

I feel that I can’t continue to waste it like this.

If you really become a bachelor, you will be laughed to death in the future.

Although he was still thinking about Lou Xiao'e.

But when Lou Xiao'e will come back is unknown.

Silly Zhu didn't want to sit still and wait for death.

If Lou Xiao'e doesn't come back in three to five years, he can't really live alone.

Xu Damao already had two wives, and he didn't want Xu Damao to make fun of him about this in the future.

After Xu Qing finished his meal, he drank a teacup of hot water that his grandma poured for him. He saw that Shazhu's second brother and his sister-in-law Ai Qian were there.

Then we talked about the day after tomorrow, the grain station was going to hold a lottery.

Xu Aiguo frowned and thought:
"Brother, the lottery is a way to attract business, but using a motorcycle as the first prize is too big, isn't it?"

From the corner of her eye, Liu Aiqian noticed her son Hongfu running around on the kang and said:
"Brother, motorcycles are too expensive and I personally think they are inappropriate. What do you think, sister-in-law?"

Ma Jing gave her man Xu Qing a red look and sighed:
"I think it's useless whether it's appropriate or not. Everything has been told to passers-by. Everyone near the grain station knows it. If it's not appropriate, there's nothing to do."

Xu Qing listened to his wife's complaints and did not dare to look directly at her.

Silly Zhu crossed his legs, holding the cigarette that Xu Qinggang gave him, sucking and saying:
"Hey, I don't think it's a big deal. It's good to use a motorcycle to attract business. Anyway, I won't give it away if I win the first prize."

Silly Zhu was outspoken. He just wanted to say a few words to Xu Qing. As for if someone won the first prize the day after tomorrow, Xu Qing would have to give away the motorcycle, but he didn't think much about it.

But Xu Qing had already made plans in his mind.

The jackpot is only set for one person anyway.

Tomorrow he will take the time to find someone to make grains of golden rice out of gold, engrave words on it, make a big vat, pour two sacks of rice into it, put the golden rice into it, and mix it together.

The lottery will start the day after tomorrow. Whoever buys grain weighing more than thirty kilograms can grab a grain of rice from the big vat. Whoever wins the golden grain will get the motorcycle.

As for the second and third prizes, Xu Qing plans to use mung beans and red beans to distinguish them.

Green beans represent the second prize, and red beans represent the third prize.

Mung beans and red beans are about the same size. Use them to make second- and third-prize prizes.

For one thing, they feel similar to each other.

It's different from rice, but if you win the third prize, you can ride a motorcycle for free, so there's nothing to lose.

Second, mung beans and red beans are readily available at the grain station.

Xu Aiguo, his wife Ai Qian and his sister-in-law Jing Hong, together with their grandparents and Sha Zhu, listened to Xu Qing’s thoughts.

No one spoke.

They don't know much about doing business.

They are just afraid of what if someone wins the jackpot right from the beginning?
But Xu Qing is not worried about this.

Now that he has decided to organize a lottery to give away motorcycles, his food station will become famous in Sijiu City.

That motorcycle must be sent out.

First, it can establish a good reputation that the grain station operates honestly and keeps its word.

Secondly, it can also drive grain sales at grain stations.

During these years, we want to attract customers from state-established department stores, state-owned stores, supply and marketing cooperatives, etc.

It won't work without spending a lot of money.

What's more, Xu Qing also wants to use this to pave the way for him to open a meat factory and get involved in other industries in the future.

As long as the name of the grain station spreads throughout the forty-nine cities.

No matter which industry he expands his business to in the future, it won't be too difficult to do it quickly based on Youliang Station's reputation among the people.

After all, with the economic development after the reform, more and more personal grain stations will be opened in the country in the next few years.

After competition formed, the grain station became useless.

Regardless of whether it is selling on behalf of the country or collecting and processing grains, the profits of the grain business are not large.

By then, it will be even harder to make money through grain stations.

Xu Qing had to plan for the future.

Turn around early in the morning.

After Xu Qing got up, he pushed his motorcycle alone. Under the newly bright blue sky, he left the compound and rode the motorcycle towards the grain station in Dongdan.

Winter mornings are as cold as an ice cellar.

Xu Qing was wearing a thick cotton jacket, cotton trousers, a scarf, and black leather gloves, and was still shivering from the cold.

After arriving at the grain station, Xu Qing opened the door and went inside, quickly lighting a fire for the stove set up inside.

And the four cats who had stayed at the food station all night, all gathered around him and barked for food.

Xu Qing turned on the stove, sat the kettle on it, and while heating the hot water, he took out the steamed buns he brought from home, toasted them over the fire, broke open the warm and soft flesh inside, and fed them.

As for the browned skin, he ate it by himself with hot water.

When Er Mazi came, San Huzi's wife, Meijuan, and Xiaoya hadn't come yet.

Er Mazi parked his bicycle next to Xu Qing's motorcycle outside the grain station.

As soon as he stomped into the grain station, he took off his sheepskin hat, put the two lunch boxes he carried in his left hand in front of the stove, and took out the fire stew hidden all the way from his arms.

We ate together with Xu Qing around the stove.

"Qingzi, the neighbor in my courtyard sells braised pork belly. I bought two bowls when I came over. How do you like it?"

Xu Qing took a bite, smashed it in his mouth and said, "It's just average, not as good as the braised pork that Sanhuzi originally sold."

Er Mazi tore off half a piece and burned it, then chewed and said: "Qingzi, tell you the truth, my neighbor has just started setting up a stall, and his craftsmanship has not been improved yet. I met him when I went out early in the morning, and he couldn't show his face and refused to buy, so you dealt with it. Eat, I'll come over early tomorrow to save you the chance to meet again."

Xu Qing took a sip of the stewed soup without taking a sip. After finishing the meal, he was busy preparing to start business.

These days, the grain station only sells food in the morning and afternoon.

Other times, working people don’t have time to come here, so they can only come to buy food after work in the evening.

In the morning, it all depends on the uncles and aunts who live nearby. When they come to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, they also buy some food back home.

When Xu Xiaoya, sister-in-law Jinghong, and Sanhuzi's daughter-in-law, Meijuan, arrived at the grain station, Xu Qing and Ermazi had already sold grain to four or five adults.

At this time, the sky was completely bright, and there were gradually more and more pedestrians on the street, especially old men and old ladies. They were carrying vegetable baskets, either going to the vegetable market or coming out of it.

The number of people coming in and out of Xu Qingliang Station gradually increased.

After nine o'clock, no one was there.

Xu Qing took Er Mazi out of the grain station, rode a motorcycle, and looked for someone to get golden rice.

Tomorrow there will be a lottery for selling food at the station. Xu Qing must handle the first prize.

Around eleven o'clock in the morning, Xu Qing and Er Mazi came back with red faces.

Not only was it the golden rice that won the first prize, but it was also a large vat specially used for lottery draws. Er Mazi and two or three people also brought it back.

A large vat made of black pottery, the style is a bit like a water urn, but its depth is only forty or fifty centimeters, and its mouth is small but its belly is big.

Xu Qing found a carpenter on the road and made a cover, leaving only a small round opening through which his arms could be inserted.

Ma Jinghong, San Huzi's wife, Meijuan, Xiaoya, and the other four women saw Er Mazi pouring two bags of rice into the rice, and then grabbed a handful of mung beans and two red beans and threw them in.Then, Xu Qing threw the golden rice inside, stirred it with both hands, and then closed the lid.

Xu Xiaoya was a little confused and frowned slightly.

"Brother, is this for a lottery?"

Xu Qing patted the dust on his hands and said:

"Yes, whoever buys thirty kilograms of grain tomorrow can reach out and smoke it.

If you win rice, you get nothing. If you win mung beans, you get ten pounds of grain and a free motorcycle ride.

If there are red beans, no food will be sent. "

Er Mazi held the cigarette in his mouth, took a sip and said:

"Qingzi, then that golden rice is the first prize?"

"Correct."

Xu Qing picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, nodded and said.

Er Mazi clicked his tongue, "Qingzi, can the three of us, Sister Wang and Meijuan, take the first prize?"

Xu Qing drank tea and said, "Okay, if you buy enough thirty kilograms of grain, anyone can smoke it."

Er Mazi's face showed joy, his eyes were staring at the big vat used for the lottery, turning around, and said with a smile:
"Qingzi, look at it, this first prize must be mine."

Sanhuzi's wife said, "That's not necessarily true. What if I win the lottery?"

Not to be outdone, Meijuan said, "Brother Mazi, maybe I got it."

Seeing this, Er Mazi asked Xu Qing and Jing Hong:

"Can the three of us give it a try first?"

Xu Qing smiled and said, "Okay."

Hearing this, Er Mazi immediately rolled up the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket and reached out to touch the vat.

But when he took his hand out, he only grabbed a grain of white rice.

He was instantly discouraged and said, "Damn it, where did that golden rice go? Why can't you touch it?"

Xu Qing smiled without saying a word.

Seeing that Er Mazi was not so lucky, San Huzi's wife verbally expressed her adversity:
"Er Mazi, I'm so anxious for you to be the first one to touch. You didn't even touch the mung beans, and you didn't even touch the farts. Get out of the way and let me come."

Sanhuzi's wife rolled up her sleeves and reached out to touch it.

However, after touching for a while, what I caught was the same as Ermazi, ordinary rice.

The same thing Meijuan found out.

Xu Xiaoya looked at it for a while, grinned and said to her elder brother Xu Qing:
"Brother, my sister-in-law and I will try it too."

After saying that, Xu Xiaoya reached into the vat to grab it.

The result is also an ordinary grain of rice.

In the end, Ma Jinghong had better luck than Er Mazi and the others.

Caught a red bean.

When Er Mazi saw that none of the five people in the store had touched the jackpot, he scratched his head and kept thinking.

"It's not easy to smoke."

Xu Qing smiled calmly and said: "The first prize is only for one person. It wouldn't be too easy if you get it all at once."

Er Mazi nodded and said, "That's true."

Finding a grain of golden rice from two bags of rice is similar to finding a needle in a haystack.

Naturally, you have to rely on luck to win the lottery.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Xu Qing and Er Mazi went out to get a banner and a flag.

Early the next morning, it was the weekend.

Before Xu Qing and Jing Hong left the compound, they told everyone in the compound about the lottery at the grain station today.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng, were overjoyed when they heard this.

Both father and son like to take advantage, so naturally they want to go to Xu Qingliang Station to smoke.

Even if there is enough food at home, you still have to go there and try your luck.

The first prize is a motorcycle.

How can you miss such a great thing?

And Xu Damao, after thinking about it, decided to smoke it.

Jia Zhang's mind was racing, and she wanted Banggeng to give it a try.

After all, buying a motorcycle costs 750 yuan.

If her family wins the lottery, their situation will be greatly improved.

Xu Qing and Jing Hong walked forward, and everyone in the compound headed towards Xu Qing's grain station in Dongdan.

When Xu Qing and Er Mazi hung the banner at the grain station, they stuck the flag on the motorcycle.

The grain station officially started the lottery.

Starting at eight o'clock in the morning, there is an endless stream of people coming to Xuqing Grain Station to buy food.

Xu Aiguo and Xu Fengming, along with their wives, their sister Xiaoya and their brother-in-law Liu Jianjun, helped their elder brother and sister-in-law for a day.

It didn't stop until it got dark at night.

At the end of the day, Xu Qing, his younger siblings, his daughter-in-law Jinghong, his brother-in-law Jianjun, and Er Mazi and the others.

They were all exhausted and exhausted.

The threshold of the grain station was almost collapsed.

There were originally a lot of people on weekends, and Xu Qing was organizing a lottery to give away motorcycles.

All of a sudden, everyone in Sijiu City who knew about it came rushing over.

The grain station sold tens of thousands of kilograms of grain in one day.

Ma Jinghong, Ai Qian, and Xiujuan had cramps in their hands when collecting money and food stamps.

Although one kilogram of grain earns two or three cents profit, with more than 1 kilograms sold in a day, Xu Qing Grain Station made a lot of money today.

Except for four or five people who won the third prize and rode for free, they became addicted to riding motorcycles.

The flag on the motorcycle bears the name of Xuqing Grain Station.

Indirectly, Xu Qing's grain station also promoted and advertised in the city.

Let more people know about Xu Qing's grain station.

Two people won the second prize.

They are all elderly retired men.

I had no interest in riding a motorcycle, so I just took ten kilograms of white noodles and left happily.

As for the first prize, the golden rice, many people touched it with their hands.

But in the end, he still lay in the black pottery vat.

Xu Qing stood outside the grain station, smoking a cigarette. Seeing that it was getting dark and cold, and there were not many people on the street, he closed the grain station early and asked Er Mazi, San Huzi's wife, and Meijuan to get off work early.

He and his younger siblings also returned to the compound.

Today, business at Xuqing Grain Station is more prosperous than state-owned stores, department stores, and supply and marketing cooperatives.

He used the business methods of later generations to attract business for his own grain station during the cold winter of 79.

It can be described as a dimensionality reduction attack.

As a result, the food counters in department stores, state-owned stores, and supply and marketing cooperatives lacked the bustle of the past. Not to mention that it was obviously the weekend, and the food sales were not as good as usual.

However, Xu Qing's grain station was overcrowded today and business was booming.

Not only did he sell more grain than before, but he also made a rough calculation.

At a profit of three cents per pound, I made more than 200 yuan today.

In these days, ordinary workers can earn so much in a day, even if they work in a factory for several months.

But by doing this, Xu Qing not only made money, but also made the reputation of his own grain station resounding in Sijiu City.

　Sorry, yesterday's post was banned. I'll have to find an editor on Monday for an explanation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)