Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Zhang Qianxiu shook his head, and the cart continued to walk towards the county seat.

Now there are no asphalt roads or cement roads to the county seat. Just a dirt road is covered with stones, and when the car passes by, the sky is full of dust.

I rode on flat ground and downhill. I could only push when I went uphill. It took two and a half hours to reach the county seat under the scorching sun. My clothes were all soaked and my legs were shaking.

tired!

This is the only feeling Zhang Qianxiu feels.

Zhang Qianxiu found a rice shop: "Boss, do you want rice?"

"Come on, let me see!" The owner of the rice shop took a look at Zhang Qianxiu, helped unload the rice, and opened the bag to take a look: "It's not bad, it's 40 cents."

Zhang Qianxiu heard that Liu Zhijian said it was four cents, and said with a smile: "Boss, aren't everyone else just four cents?"

The boss shook his head: "It's not a half-centre. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask elsewhere."

"Boss, a friend of mine who specializes in collecting rice said that today's price is only four cents." Zhang Qianxiu said: "If you want to take it, I won't ask another family. I can also send it to you every day."

The boss glanced at Zhang Qianxiu in surprise: "Are you a rice vendor? Four cents is a fixed supply of rice vendors. Our house has already delivered it. You can go to another place to ask!"

Seeing that the boss had turned back to the shop, Zhang Qianxiu had to tie up the rice himself and went on to find the next one.

I asked three companies in a row, and each of them could only offer a price of 40 cents. When they asked them if they wanted a fixed supplier of good rice, they all said that someone had already cooperated.

Zhang Qianxiu kept the price down to four cents for a long period of time and no one agreed.

In the end, Zhang Qianxiu asked all the rice shops in the entire county seat, and in the end he could only sell it for 40 cents.

A total of one hundred and two catties, three cents for seven, and four cents for three to sell, earning six cents a catty, this trip is equivalent to making seven two yuan.

It’s six o'clock in the afternoon when the rice is sold out.

Today Zhang Qianxiu didn't bring rice balls. He bought 50 cents of steamed buns on the side of the road to satisfy his hunger. He drank a little water from the tap at someone else's house and drove back on his bicycle.

On the way home, although he didn't have the 120 jin of meters, his physical strength was almost exhausted, and there were blisters on his feet, and he clenched his teeth along the way.

At 7:20 in the evening, Zhang Qianxiu finally arrived home, too tired to speak.

Seeing her son like this, Hu Jin'e quickly asked: "Why did you go? It's like this?"

Zhang Qianxiu just wanted to take a bath and sleep, and said casually: "Going to do business."

Seeing that his son was still mumbling about doing business, Zhang Aibing immediately became furious: "You know what a **** business, where did you get this bicycle?"

"Dad, it's the one from my uncle's house." Zhang Lanmei said as she went out, picked up the bicycle, and moved it to the hall to put it away.

Zhang Aibing glared at Zhang Qianxiu: "If you don't study hard, you will think about something you don't have all the time."

Zhang Qianxiu took off his clothes and said, "I want to make money. If you don't pay the 800 yuan from the Han family, I will pay it back! My sister will definitely not marry Han Changsheng."

Zhang Aibing slapped the table: "You turned your head on. You don't work against me these days, you feel uncomfortable, right? Today I will let you know who is Lao Tzu in this family."

Zhang Aibing said that he was about to take a pole when he turned around.

Hu Jin'e quickly grabbed her husband: "What are you angry with your child? Didn't the child think about his sister too?"

Zhang Aibing glared at his wife: "It's just him, he knows what is good and what is bad?"

Zhang Lanmei pulled Zhang Qianxiu into the room, closed the door, and said, "Brother, don't be stubborn with dad. The people from the Han family are here today. I have already discussed with my dad and will hold a wedding banquet next month."

"I... I also agreed."

"I don't agree!" Zhang Qianxiu was thinking of making money in a muffled voice, and he paid the eight hundred yuan and it was over. He didn't expect them to have a good day today.

Nowadays, the rural areas are talking about the lunar calendar. Today is May 30, which means there are 28 days left.

Earn seven yuan a day, and only one hundred and ninety-six yuan for twenty-eight days, which is still too far away from eight hundred.

The speed of making money is too slow.

Zhang Lanmei's voice choked slightly: "Brother, sister knows you are good for me, but this is the life of a woman!"

Zhang Qianxiu's anger was in his heart, and the voice of his words came up: "Shit, if you don't marry, you won't marry. Tomorrow I will go to Han's house, and the wedding banquet will be closed. "

Zhang Qianxiu's voice was too loud. Zhang Aibing heard this and rushed in: "Zhang Qianxiu, are you going to rebel?"

Zhang Qianxiu said tit-for-tatly: "Dad... Sister, she is a person, not a commodity. Even if you are our pro-dad, you are not qualified to be the master of her life."

Zhang Aibing almost roared and said, "You were born and raised by me. I will do what I say! In this family, it's me who has the final say."

Zhang Qianxiu doesn't want to argue with his father too much, but he must make a statement: "Dad, as long as I am there, even if you and the Han family have set a date, it is impossible for your sister and Han Changsheng to be married, and it is even more impossible to get married."

"You...rebel!" Zhang Aibing roared, grabbing the broom leaning against the door, and hit Zhang Qianxiu fiercely.

"Dad!" Zhang Lanmei was shocked when she saw this, and hurriedly protected her brother, trying to block the broom with her back.

Zhang Qianxiu stretched out his left hand to block his father's broom. The bamboo stick with the thick thumb hit his arm with violent pain, but Zhang Qianxiu didn't frown.

Zhang Aibing still wants to fight.

Hu Jin'e rushed up to stop her husband. She usually talked quietly, and at this time she also shouted loudly: "What do you want to make? It's a good birthday, but I want to make trouble at home, right?"

"Zhang Qianxiu, parents are all for your own good. They used to be based on your temperament. If you make trouble like this, are there still us in your eyes?"

Zhang Qianxiu didn't say anything. He felt that he couldn't tell the family, he still had to go to the Han family. As long as he relaxed over there, he could say anything.

Zhang Aibing glared at his son and said fiercely: "Zhang Qianxiu, I am your old man, and I have to listen to my family affairs. Don't think about doing **** business. Get me back to study. Your sister must marry."

After speaking, Zhang Aibing turned and left.