Rebirth at the end of seventy: my life I make the decision

The people around No. 1 stall finally dispersed slowly. Zhang Qingyang sighed long, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and gave Wang Xiuying a thumbs up.

Previously, I was afraid I couldn't sell it. I didn't expect it would not be enough. It can be seen that growing vegetables in winter is still promising.

What surprised Zhang Qingyang was Wang Xiuying's performance. He remembered that before he went to the army, Wang Xiuying was a little shy and shy girl. He didn't expect to be so capable now.

It's clear that business ideas are one after another. Today, Wang Xiuying's on-the-spot performance has greatly enriched his eyes and benefited him.

Wang Xiuying was about to wave Zhang Baosheng over. An aunt hurried to stall No. 1: "little girl, come two kilograms of small vegetables."

Then he took out fifty cents and handed it over.

"Aunt, you're late. My food has been sold out." Zhang Qingyang straightened up and said.

"Then go back and send some more dishes. I can't come all the way here for nothing." aunt patted the fifty cents on the stall, with the momentum of "if you don't sell it to me, I won't go".

"I'm really sorry, aunt. My family is in Qingxi Town. It should be farther than aunt. I really can't send vegetables again today. Aunt really can only wait for tomorrow if she wants to buy vegetables." Wang Xiuying was very sorry and sincere.

Aunt listened, her face showed a trace of bitterness, but it was reasonable, and she only took back the money from the stall unhappily.

Although aunt understood, she was really disappointed that she couldn't buy food. Finally, she put forward a suggestion: "well, you have to send more food tomorrow. Don't go there in vain."

"There's not much. When all kinds of dishes are added together every day, the most vegetables are only four or five hundred kilograms. You have to send them to the county government and the canteen of No. 1 middle school. The most you can sell here is three hundred kilograms. Aunt wants to eat, and you have to come early tomorrow." Wang Xiuying replied while cleaning up the vegetables left on the floor of the stall.

"My home is a little far away from here. The old people at home are ill and need to be taken care of. I'm afraid they can't come so early." aunt looked a little anxious on her face, and then talked about her dilemma.

It turned out that there was a sick old man in her family who had been talking about eating chicken feather vegetable egg soup since the beginning of winter. Eggs could be bought, and relatives in the countryside also sent them, but the chicken feather vegetable really baffled the family.

Her men have been running to the vegetable market for several days. Not to mention chicken feather small vegetables, even small vegetables are rare. Some are big vegetables. The price is expensive and not delicious. The old man doesn't even want to touch them.

Aunt's words gave Wang Xiuying a lot of information about the family. When the old man was ill, he probably wanted to eat light vegetables.

Wang Xiuying pondered for a moment. She already had a dispute in her heart. Seeing that there were not many onlookers in front of the booth, she smiled and said, "well, I have to go to school tomorrow. It's impossible to sell vegetables. I asked my brother to bring some chicken feather vegetable seedlings for you to keep. You can see when you can come tomorrow at the latest."

Aunt was overjoyed. She thanked Wang Xiuying and Zhang Qingyang again and again. Finally, she made an appointment with Zhang Qingyang about the dishes she wanted tomorrow. She must come to get the dishes before 9 o'clock.

The aunt was sent away. Wang Xiuying asked Zhang Baosheng to come and clean up. She herself went to several other stalls to see the sales situation.

The bamboo weaving on booth 11 opposite booth 1 sold more than half. My uncle and cousin grinned with joy: "Xiuying, your idea is really good. Look, you have sold more than half now. You have to replenish some goods tomorrow."

Wang Xiuying stretched out her head and looked at the bamboo weaving in the stall. It's really not much. In this way, grandpa can't supply it alone.

This makes Wang Xiuying worried: "it's a little fierce to sell. I'm afraid it's too late to rely on my grandfather to make it up alone."

"Yes, this is really a big problem." Lin Haisheng looked distressed.

He really wants to make more money, but he doesn't want to be tired of his old father.

Wang Xiuying was thoughtful and suddenly smiled: "uncle, how are you doing with your big cousin's bamboo floor?"

Since Lin Haisheng helped Wang Xiuying get the bamboo floor, several followers in Qingxi Town have asked Lin Haisheng to make the bamboo floor, so several men of the Lin family have something to do recently.

However, today is the first day of the opening of the thick flat market. Naturally, we will put all our energy into the market first.

Lin Haisheng didn't understand why Wang Xiuying suddenly shifted the topic to the bamboo floor, but he replied happily: "last time Xuannan tried it according to your suggestion, and it was really effective. They thought about getting a machine themselves. The thickness of the floor is not much. It has been solved, but the problem of dryness needs to be considered again."

Wang Xiuying looked at Lin Xuannan in surprise. Her big cousin doesn't talk much at ordinary times. Unexpectedly, she has some talents in machinery.

At the beginning, Lin Xuannan spent a lot of brains and thought on the bamboo floor proposed by Wang Xiuying. However, the floors of Wang Xiuying's house are handmade, which wastes a lot of bamboo and takes a lot of labor.

Later, many people came to the door to ask for bamboo flooring, and the manual work certainly couldn't keep up with it. Therefore, under the advice of Wang Xiuying, Lin Xuannan got inspiration from his grandfather's hand-operated strip dividing machine, and finally made a slicer after improvement.

However, Zaolin village has not been electrified. The slicer in Lin Xuannan still has to be manually operated. However, it is faster and more uniform than pure manual. No wonder Lin Haisheng is so happy.

"It's dry..." Wang Xiuying gently knocked on her forehead with her hand. After a long time, she said, "if only we could build a drying room."

"Drying room?" Lin Haisheng and his son's eyes lit up, but soon darkened.

Although they have never seen what kind of drying room is, just by using the word "drying", people can understand that it must be a house that uses fire to raise the temperature and dry the items.

If there is such a room, it will not be afraid of cloudy and rainy days. Only lighting a fire can bake bamboo 24 hours a day and 360 days a year.

Are you still afraid that bamboo flooring can't be supplied?

But they haven't seen a drying room. Second, they don't have so much money to build a drying room.

"Don't worry, uncle. Let me see. Maybe we can build a drying room without much money." Wang Xiuying didn't think it was very difficult. When heating in the North began, she didn't always set up a heater at home, so she said confidently.

Lin Haisheng still has a bit of trust in Wang Xiuying. If this niece hadn't had enough ideas and smart people, today they were just mountain people buried at home looking for food in the mountains.

He was afraid that Wang Xiuying would delay her study in order to think about these chores. He quickly advised: "it's not urgent. You're going to have a final exam. Don't affect your study for these chores."

Wang Xiuying smiled: "don't worry, uncle. I can't guarantee to be the first, but the top ten is absolutely no problem. By the way, uncle, you might as well bring some bamboo floors tomorrow. Maybe you can open up the situation in the county."