Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Zhang Qianxiu was silent and didn't say a word. He always knew in his heart that his father was good to him, and that he did not give in for the sake of his sister, and that was the result of this situation.

Even now, what my father wanted was to continue studying with him, and he didn't want to do anything else with the eight hundred dollars.

"I will make 800 yuan this month, and I will return the money to them!" Zhang Qianxiu said as he got up to serve the meal.

Zhang Aibing snorted and said ironically: "I don't make five hundred a year. You can make eight hundred a month. Then don't go to school and just make money. Our family will be developed in a few days."

"Chen Ming eats public meals for only sixty yuan a month, not eight hundred a year, you are not very good at it, but you are bragging to learn with Zhang Dazui."

Chen Ming is the most promising young man in the village. After graduating from high school, his father dragged his relationship and went to work in the bank in the town. Going to the bank was a job that countless people dream of.

Zhang Qianxiu did not say a word, bowed his head to eat.

Zhang Aibing glanced at his son, suppressed his anger, and said, "I have already gone to Dao Qian from the Han family. Tomorrow you will go to the field with me and pull up the grass in the Bud Valley. You will run outside all day long. The ghosts and shadows are all I can't see one."

"Don't go!" Zhang Qianxiu said.

Zhang Lanmei at the side hurriedly pulled Zhang Qianxiu: "Brother, I have already pulled out most of it, and the rest will be done in half a day."

Zhang Qianxiu was silent for a while, looked at his father, tried to be as calm as possible, and said in a discussing tone: "Dad, the Han family looks down on our family now. My sister has passed by, and she is also blinded by others. You go and leave your relatives. I will give them next month. You make eight hundred back, okay?"

Zhang Aibing turned around to find something to hit someone. Hu Jine hurriedly stopped: "Xiaoxiu, just say a few words, go to weed tomorrow, don't make your dad unhappy."

Zhang Qianxiu took his seventy yuan and put it on the table: "My sister gave me thirty-six, and others borrowed ten yuan from me, and I made the rest. I can really make money."

Zhang Aibing glanced at the money, but still couldn’t help her anger: “You really think you’re great after earning a few bucks? You only have a few bucks, and you can earn 800 a month when you open your mouth! Go and read the book to me. I’m afraid I won’t find a decent job in the future? I’m afraid I won’t be able to make any money? You really want to **** me off, right?”

Seeing that his father was still like this, Zhang Qianxiu quietly collected the money, took another bite of food, and got up to take the clothes and take a bath.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't know if he did something wrong.

Although the family used to be poor, they were still very harmonious. Now that he and his father are in this way, maybe his way of doing things is really wrong.

But it's useless to persuade father to talk to the Han family. If you have money, you can just throw it in front of them. It will be easier, but he doesn't have that much money.

Zhang Qianxiu firmly believes that he is right not to let her sister marry Han Changsheng.

He began to doubt his way of doing things, and now his relationship with his father is so stalemate. But besides persisting, he can't think of a better way, so just keep going! When he thinks of a way, or makes enough money, then it can be solved.

The next day, Zhang Qianxiu took advantage of everyone not waking up, wrapped up yesterday's leftovers in plastic bags, and went out early.

If the father gets up, he must be arrested again to remove the grass in the Bud Valley, and then there will be trouble again.

There is no big difference between collecting rice, driving on the road, and selling rice. Perhaps the only difference is that today's rice has become two hundred catties, and it is even more tiring when you ride a bike.

Being more tired means making more money. Two hundred catties of rice can earn 14 yuan. Now factory workers only transfer two yuan a day, which is someone else’s wages for seven days.

It was just over two o'clock when the rice was sold out today, and there are already 89 yuan in my pocket.

After eating a big rice ball, Zhang Qianxiu walked towards the library.

After reading books for more than an hour in the library, I hurried home.

Zhang Aibing didn't get angry when he went home today, but he didn't care about Zhang Qianxiu, as if he thought Zhang Qianxiu didn't exist in the air.

Zhang Qianxiu was also very happy, immersed himself in eating, but was planning in his heart how to increase his income.

It is very inconvenient to ride a bicycle with more than two hundred kilograms, especially on the dirt road like this, there are pits and pits everywhere, if you are not careful, you may fall.

How can I make money?

Thinking of this question, Zhang Qianxiu gradually fell asleep.

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In the next few days, every day I collected rice, drove on the road, sold rice, went to the library, and then went home and had a cold war with my father.

Until the sixth day, it was his uncle's turn to go to the market again. Zhang Qianxiu collected the rice during the day and sent it to the county town for sale, and then sent the car over at night.

It was inevitable that the bicycle would pile up hundreds of kilograms every day and run dozens of miles. Fortunately, both uncle and aunt didn't say anything, but Zhang Qianxiu was embarrassed to borrow it again.

Because it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon when it was sent there, my uncle left Zhang Qianxiu for the night, went to the next door to make a call and told Zhang Qianxiu's parents that he would not go back.

Zhang's family doesn't have a phone, but there is a small shop in the village. It's okay to give a notification.

During the meal, Uncle Hu Jinsong said to Zhang Qianxiu: "Your mother came today and said you are fighting with your dad at home every day?"

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "It's my sister's business."

Aunt Cao Chunyan felt that Zhang Qianxiu was a little ignorant: "What are you doing so vigorously about this matter? It's not good to say that the water thrown out by the married daughter, your dad married your sister, it's not for you to study."

"It's wrong for you to be so angry with your dad!"

Zhang Qianxiu was silent for a moment, and said, "They are all his children. My dad shouldn't be so partial. If I get married, what kind of woman I marry must be approved by me. Why does my sister marry someone? What kind of man do you marry? , Can't get her consent?"

Cao Chunyan said: "Your sister agrees!"

"That was forced." Zhang Qianxiu said immediately: "My sister actually has resentment towards my dad in her heart. She doesn't have any status in her own family anyway. She can at least earn me some tuition fees after marrying, and she just breaks the pot."

Cao Chunyan opened her mouth, and she was speechless for a while.

Hu Jinsong looked at Zhang Qianxiu with a little surprise. He had always regarded this nephew as a child, but the child in his eyes didn't know when his vision became so transparent, and he saw everything clearly.

Hu Jinsong said, "Xiaoxiu, isn't this this world? Everyone lives like this. Who hasn't been helpless? You go back and apologize to your dad, and that's fine."

Zhang Qianxiu said firmly: "It's okay to apologize to my dad, but my sister can't marry Han Changsheng."

Hu Jinsong and Cao Chunyan persuaded Zhang Qian to have a meal, but they still couldn't let Zhang Qianxiu loose a word, and in the end there was no way.