If this had happened ten years ago, Xiuli would have refused without hesitation.

But right now, the government still encourages entrepreneurship.

"Wouldn't this be too much trouble..." Xiuli hesitated.

They've been married for twenty years, so it goes without saying that Zuo Yan knew his wife was interested. He immediately said, "Let's do it this way. I have a friend who sells pushcarts. We won't open a shop at first; we'll sell them on the street. There's a street with stalls right behind us, and the stall fees aren't expensive. I'll arrange the location, and you can go to the market and pick out some good spots. We can start selling them in the next few days. Is that okay?"

"Okay!" Xiuli gritted her teeth! She wanted to give it a try.

It was mainly because I was provoked by my neighbor.

The neighbor and Zuo Yan were colleagues. Originally, the neighbor's wife, like her, stayed at home to take care of the children.

A few years ago, I don't know what got into me, but I insisted on going out to do business.

As a result, once she started doing business, she couldn't stop. She made a lot of money, even bought a car, and kept showing it off in front of her.

She gritted her teeth; she wasn't old, and she wanted to give it a try.

Like Zuo Yan, she is the type to do things on a whim.

Without saying a word, they went to the local wholesale market.

We entered a shop with "Qin Family Village" written on it.

"Qin Family Village" is a well-known brand in Beijing. They only do wholesale, and it's said that most of the meat in Beijing comes from Qin Family Village. Initially, Qin Family Village had an absolute price advantage, but later, several competitors joined, leading to fierce competition. However, Xiuli still chose "Qin Family Village."

Because "Qin Family Village" is the property of her husband's boss's wife, she always has to support her own family's business.

The shop in "Qin Family Village" was no ordinary store; it was like a department store or supermarket in later times, with various categories. Anything that could be wholesaled, including food items, could be found there. Soon, she arrived at the fresh produce counter.

As soon as they saw her looking at the chicken leg, a staff member came over to ask her about it.

"Sister, what do you need?" The salesperson was a man in his thirties with a sincere smile on his face.

"Here's the thing, I'm planning to set up a stall selling fried chicken legs. How much are your chicken legs?"

"Oh? You're selling fried chicken legs at a stall? Yes, yes, ma'am, would you like to buy more? We have a whole set of fried snacks to sell here."

"No need, I just want to sell chicken legs." Xiuli was quite stubborn about this, and added, "You can also bring some chicken wings, from broiler chickens."

As a child from the countryside, liking to eat chicken legs is inherently rebellious, and it's clear that Xiuli is somewhat rebellious in this regard.

"That works too, sis. How many are you planning to buy?"

"Let's start with fifty to try. Less chicken wings, thirty, please." Xiuli hesitated for a moment before giving a slightly conservative number. These days, fried chicken is still quite popular, and she was worried she wouldn't be able to sell them all. Even if she couldn't sell them, she could still eat them herself.

"Can……"

"Don't you dare trick me, we're practically family," Xiuli added.

"Oh? A family? Sister, you..." the salesperson asked cautiously.

“My husband works at the ‘Dayun’ automobile factory.” Xiuli recalled their message, which mentioned that there was actually a connection between the “Dayun” and “Qinjiacun” brands. If you went to a “Qinjiacun”-affiliated shopping mall and identified yourself, you could get a discount. However, since most people weren't really that concerned about a few extra dollars, they rarely mentioned it.

But now that she's started a wholesale business, she wants to give it a try.

"Hey, sis, you should have said so earlier! Do you have a work ID?" The salesperson immediately replied, "Oh, I'm not doubting you, but if you bring your spouse's work ID to buy from us, you can get an internal price, an 85% discount."

"Okay then. I'll bring it next time. Just pay me the original price this time. How much per pound?" Xiuli wasn't an unreasonable person. Since they wanted her work ID, she figured she could just bring it next time.

"Okay, chicken drumsticks are 8 yuan per jin, and chicken wings are cheaper, 6 yuan per jin. You can choose for yourself."

"It's cheaper than the market price." Xiuli nodded.

Chicken drumsticks in the market fluctuate between 10 and 15 yuan depending on the season, while chicken wings range from 8 to 12 yuan. Larger drumsticks are generally sold in sets of three per jin (500g), while smaller ones are sold in sets of five. They are all weighed, but fried foods are sold individually. Some vendors specifically choose smaller drumsticks.

She can earn more that way. Xiuli doesn't pick the small ones; she prefers the big ones.

After making his selection and paying, he rode away on his little motorcycle.

Zuo Yan bought this car and often took her for drives when he had free time. Later, she learned how to drive this metal vehicle. Before, Xiuli would never have dared to dream of such a thing.

She didn't know if her little stall would be accepted, but she was still full of hope.

Like most citizens of Beijing, everyone is searching for their own way out in this era.

In the days that followed, Xiuli, relying on her unique recipe and her lifelong love for chicken legs, slowly grew her small stall into a small shop. Once she had the shop, she didn't expand further, because she and Zuo Yan both believed that once they had enough money, that was enough; there was no need to go through so much trouble. The shop's business was booming, becoming a well-known fried chicken shop in the surrounding area.

Even in the 21st century, it became a popular online store, with many people willing to take a taxi from afar to try its fried chicken.

Because of this shop, Zuo Yan and his wife are able to make a living here even in their old age, despite the increasingly expensive living conditions in Beijing.

Unlike the thriving fried chicken shops, the problems in Qinjiacun are gradually becoming more prominent.

Qin Huairu was always sighing at home, and now she was sitting in front of Wang Shouren sighing again.

As she grew older, her body became increasingly plump. Wang Shouren liked her slightly fleshy body; it was soft and comfortable to hold. However, her body could make sounds, which was not a pleasant thing at all.

Lou Xiao'e sat to the side, cracking sunflower seeds and watching with great interest.

After Wang Siren's matter was resolved, she rarely went to Hong Kong anymore, except when Qin Jingru planned to go on a big shopping trip, in which case she would go with her.

Why?