Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

The food is half a bag of white flour and a small bag of rice.

Wang Xiaoman put it on the ground reluctantly.

If there weren't two policemen nearby and President Huang had warned her just now, she would have dared to spread the flour and rice to him everywhere.

Before Xia Xinshan heard Song Yunuan's heartfelt words, he was a farmer who went out early and came back late, with his face facing the loess and his back to the sky.

But after divorcing Wang Xiaoman, knowing the secrets of the family, and hearing Song Yunuan's prophecy, I suddenly felt that I might be a different person.

Not to mention standing up, at least he should have the confidence.

He picked up the bag, weighed it, and sneered unceremoniously: "How poor you must be. In less than a day, you ate three kilograms of white flour and two kilograms of rice. Forget it, just feed it to the dogs. I No more."

Wang Xiaoman glared and cursed: "Xia Xinshan, you wimp, what the hell are you talking about."

Xia Xinshan took a step back: "We are divorced and we have no relationship now. A good man will not fight with women. If you dare to curse anyone again, I will beat your man."

After finishing speaking, Xia Xinshan waved his fist.

Xia Xinshan is tall.

In fact, his facial features are very handsome, but his temper is too soft. Life has been unsatisfactory in the past few years. He always has a sad face, which makes people look easy to bully.

But he can work and is in really good health.

Staring at this time is also very scary.

The policeman said: "We are already divorced. You two have no relationship. How can you, a lesbian, curse others? Just take out the money and you can leave."

Another policeman said: "If Xia Xinshan hadn't let you go for the sake of the children, the few of you who broke into private houses to steal things would definitely have been detained."

President Huang's secretary Xiao Zhong also followed.

If all goes well, he remains silent.

But I had to speak at this time.

"Wang Xiaoman, how can you guarantee this in front of the president?"

Wang Xiaoman was shocked and had to take out the money.

Then he left in despair.

This is what happened the next day.

It was said that Grandma Xia and her family were asked to move to Erdaohe Village, but it was impossible to go right away.

Because the Duke of Chu Zizhou has not returned yet.

The house is ready and we will live there for a while.

Song Yunuan stayed at her grandma's house all morning and ran back to Erdaohe Village after lunch.

Mrs. Song mysteriously pulled her into the house and told her that the last time, three days ago, they earned 3,500 yuan.

In fact, I have been excited for several days.

Selling clothes is too profitable.

A set usually costs more than ten yuan.

In less than a day, they were all sold out.

Song Yunuan understood it very well: "Actually, it's nothing unusual. Look at our department store, if we buy something new, there will always be a long queue to buy it. In the future, there will be clothing sellers everywhere, and it will be a channel for ordinary people to buy. If there are too many, buying things won’t be the same as grabbing things.”

Mrs. Song immediately became vigilant.

"Then we must get more while there are fewer people."

Song Yunuan immediately asked: "Then how do you plan to distribute it this time?"

"I discussed it with your father. By the way, there are also your mother and your second aunt. Your father will take the lead and be the leader. I will be the deputy. Your mother and your second aunt are workers."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Yunuan's expression.

Song Yunuan smiled and said: "Grandma, why don't you be honest?"

"Can I do it?" Mrs. Song asked with her eyes wide open.

"You have management and leadership skills, as well as prestige. If you stick to your word, the Song family will listen to you. With your ability, you can go to a big factory and become the director. Isn't that enough?"

Mrs. Song was very excited and excited when she was told that.

If someone had said that to her, she would have called him a jerk.

But being praised by Xiao Nuan, although she was suspected of cheating, she felt that it was a face-saving thing.

But she quickly recognized the reality and said regretfully: "I am still in charge of the financial power, and I am acting legitimately. Not to mention that I am too busy, and it is also against the rules. Just like the brigade department, the brigade captain can also be the secretary, but Definitely not an accountant."

Not to mention, the little old lady knows a lot. In just a few days, a team of a small family factory was set up.

Song Yunuan nodded: "Grandma, you are right to think so. Hold the money in your hands first, and then they will have to listen to you."

Mrs. Song was delighted.

Song Yunuan suddenly widened her eyes: "That's not right, grandma, what about me?"

Mrs. Song gently held her granddaughter's hand.

Recently, my hands are very smooth because I apply the Gala oil bought by my granddaughter every day.

Because when they make clothes, their hands must be smooth and not rough, otherwise people will not buy the clothes if they are scratched.

So they now pay great attention to taking care of their hands.

But no matter how much she took care of her, they were still not as soft and smooth as her little granddaughter's hands.

Mrs. Song smiled brightly: "How could I forget my most precious granddaughter? You are the general counsel!"

Song Yunuan smiled: "Grandma, do you know what a consultant is?"

"Ask if you can, but don't ask if you can't, so I called a consultant." Mrs. Song replied seriously.

The grandfather and grandson laughed together.

Mrs. Song gave her another ten yuan as pocket money.

He also told Song Yunuan that there was also Song Mingsheng's here.

Song Yunuan disagreed, and then called her brother over and said, "Grandma, leave it to him alone."

She had to see how her little brother was doing now that he was rich.

Mrs. Song has no objection.

So he gave Song Mingsheng two yuan.

This is the hard work of being a model that day, and it is also his wages.

After all, the little guy worked hard that day.

The smile turned into a flower.

The two short legs are so joyful.

Mrs. Song asked Song Yunuan seriously: "Consultant Xiaonuan, let me report to you. We don't have much fabric left. Grandma still wants to match the shoes next time she sells it. Is there any way?"

Song Yunuan said: "If you don't have enough cloth tickets or connections, as well as purchase and sales contracts and certificates from the unit, it's impossible to buy cloth in large quantities."

This is only 1980.

It’s too early to make casual purchases.

The main reason is that production cannot keep up.

Demand still exceeds supply.

And it's very obvious.

Although Mrs. Song was a little disappointed, she still said: "There's no hurry. We still have fabrics, so we'd better make the clothes and trousers first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Song Yunuan said: "Grandma, you don't have to do the same thing to accumulate initial entrepreneurial capital. As long as it's legal and you can make money, it's good."

Mrs. Song nodded hurriedly, yes, that's the truth.

You can't stick to the same thing.

"Wait for me to think about it."

Mrs. Song asked Xiao Nuan to think about it slowly and not get tired.

Nowadays, life is so good that she wakes up smiling even in her dreams.

After the rainy season, we can build a big brick house.

Song Yunuan then remembered that her father was conducting experiments in the abandoned brick kiln north of the village.

So, I rode my bicycle and took my brother to see it.

Halfway through, Song Mingsheng pointed in the direction of the commune: "Sister, can we go to the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Song Yunuan: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to fulfill my small promise first." Song Mingsheng said seriously.