Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

When Zhang Qianxiu returned home, the family had already eaten.

Father sat in the doorway to enjoy the cool and smoke.

Mother was sitting on the edge, feeding the soles of the shoes.

My sister picked the pebbles from the rice in the house.

"Dad, mom!" Zhang Qianxiu yelled and walked towards the house. He now feels exhausted, he just wants to take a good night's rest.

Seeing his son, Zhang Aibing's original melancholy expression immediately became gloomy: "You still know how to come back?"

Zhang Qianxiu looked tired and helpless.

He is very tired now. The weakness on his body makes him just want to lie down in bed. He doesn't want to fight with his father. His tone is slightly tired and helpless. He said, "Dad, I'm tired. I'll talk about something another day, okay?"

Seeing his son’s attitude, Zhang Aibing stood up abruptly and blocked the door, not allowing his son to enter the door. He yelled angrily, “You bastard, do you still have Laozi in your eyes? Is there still this home? I’m not going back yet. Home, I really thought you could make any money from that **** business?"

Zhang Aibing was still worried that his son would not come back all night, but when he saw his son come back, he just wanted to reprimand him.

Unexpectedly, his son's attitude made him angry at once.

Zhang Qianxiu felt that his father was too authoritarian and could not tolerate other people's different opinions. His business improved by two points: "Dad, I'm really tired. Shall we not quarrel?"

Both Zhang Lanmei and Hu Jine were afraid that the father and son would quarrel.

Hu Jin'e said: "Speak well, make a small repair, don't make your dad angry, he waited for you until midnight last night."

Zhang Qianxiu's heart suddenly softened when he heard what his mother said.

Zhang Aibing pulled the stool over, sat down at the door, took a cigarette, calmed down the anger in his heart, and said, "Zhang Qianxiu, the family is doing good for you, thinking about letting you go to school. You go to school all day long. I’m thinking about doing that **** business when I’m not at home. Recently, we have to pull weeds and plant seedlings in the Bud Valley. Let’s come here busy? If you don’t finish these tasks, what do you eat? What do you pay for taxes? You don’t even have to work. , Can you read the book?"

Zhang Qianxiu used to either read books or help the family with work. When he reads, no matter how busy the family is, he will not ask him to help.

These days, Zhang Qianxiu went out early and returned late. He didn't help with work, and he didn't even read the book.

Zhang Lanmei hurriedly said: "Dad, my younger brother has a book, and I wrote an article to the magazine a few days ago. Although I haven't done it, I wrote very well."

Zhang Aibing hasn’t read two years of books, and doesn’t even understand what a magazine is, but he thought it should be good, so he was a little relieved, and said, "Tomorrow, I will help with work. In a few days, your sister’s wedding banquet will also be held. There are many things."

Hearing the banquet, Zhang Qianxiu felt a fire in his heart: "Dad, I said a long time ago that my sister cannot marry Han Changsheng. I can make money now. I will open a store in the county in these two days. I will pay the agricultural tax in September. ."

Hearing that Zhang Qianxiu was about to open a store in the county seat, the family was stunned.

They are not happy, but frightened.

Hu Jin'e even felt that the sky was about to collapse, and she persuaded her heartfelt words: "My son! This shop does not just open as soon as it is opened. In the first two years, Zhang Qinian went to the county town to open a shop with great fanfare, saying that he was going to post it, but now What? I still owe a debt, the store is down, and the debt is back."

"What's the situation of others? What's the situation of our family? Their family can't afford it for two years, and our family can't afford it for ten years!"

Zhang Qinian is also a villager. There is a lot of labor in the family. The family has spare grain, and he can raise a few pigs. He can save some money throughout the year. He is considered to be a relatively wealthy person in the village.

In the first two years, Zhang Qinian had a distant relative who made money from doing business in the county.

Zhang Qinian took out his deposits, borrowed some more money, and went to the county town to open a store vigorously. He felt that doing business was just picking up money. At that time, the entire village was envious and felt that Zhang Qinian was about to develop.

But the business didn't last half a year, Zhang Qinian came back dingy and continued to farm and raise pigs.

It is said that Zhang Qinian's family has lost more than 2,000 deposits and owes 2,000 foreign debts. It hasn't been repaid until now. People come to him to ask for the account every three to five.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't know how to explain it, his parents' ideas were outdated, and it was impossible to reason with them.

You tell them how to do business, how to find customers, and how much profit you have. Even if you count them clearly, they think: "If you do this, customers will still not come?" "You can think of it, others will definitely Can also imagine, this money is still waiting for you to earn?"

All in all, they feel that reading is the best; iron rice bowl is the best; doing business loses more and earns less, Zhang Qinian is the best example.

Zhang Qianxiu took out the money he made these days from his pocket: "There are more than five hundred here, all of which are earned by me. I am not Zhang Qinian. I can make money when I do business."

Originally, Zhang Qianxiu had more than six hundred people. Huang Enquan advanced one hundred and Zhang Jiankang thirty.

There are no lights in the countryside.

Under the moonlight, the family looked at the small pile of money in Zhang Qianxiu's hand, which caused a big shock to them.

After all, this is real money, right in front of them, Zhang Qianxiu only had a few dozen yuan a few days ago, and now it has more than five hundred.

Zhang Aibing took two puffs of cigarettes and said, "You have the ability! You can make money! That's because you didn't open a shop."

"I heard Zhang Qinian say that he can make one or two yuan for one thing, and ten or twenty a day for him."

"But you have to sell it, and the store requires money. The gangsters also collect protection fees, suppress the goods and ask for money, eat and drink by yourself, and ask for money. If you open a shop, whether you open the door or not, there will be a cost. It’s not like farming or being a hawker. Besides, what kind of shop can you open with your money? Zhang Qinian invested five or six thousand in."

"Don't toss, come back and study hard. In the future, we will find a way to go. Isn't it good to eat public food?"

Zhang Aibing knew that his son was doing business, so he specifically consulted Zhang Qinian.

Zhang Qinian doesn't dare to talk about his business, for fear of being laughed at.

Zhang Aibing went to ask for advice, and he naturally vomited a lot of bitterness, and said that doing business was too difficult and difficult.

He just wanted to prove that he was losing, not because he was incapable, but because the business was not done by ordinary people.

These things Zhang Aibing said were basically what Zhang Qinian said.

Zhang Aibing felt that what Zhang Qinian said was very reasonable, and Zhang Qinian was indeed a capable person in the village, and his family had a good life.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't know how to tell his father, he just felt tired.

The body is tired, the heart is also tired.

Zhang Qianxiu simply put away the money, and slowly sat down with the wall, directly on the ground.

Seeing his son's movements, Hu Jin'e was struggling to walk. He had to support the wall when he sat down. He quickly put down the needle and thread in his hand and walked over and asked, "Xiaoxiu, what's wrong with you? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Zhang Qianxiu took out a cigarette, lit one himself, and shook his head: "Mom, it's okay!"

Hu Jin'e had already seen the wound on his son's face, and suddenly yelled: "What caused your face, it's swollen! Are there any injuries on other parts of your body? Mom will get you some medicine for rubbing."

Because it was dark and there were no lights, only the summer moonlight could see people's silhouettes. As a result, Zhang Qianxiu had been back for so long, and the family did not find any injuries on his body.

With Hu Jin'e shouting, Zhang Aibing turned to look at his son, with concern in his eyes.

Zhang Lanmei even ran out of the house to see what happened to her younger brother.