Chapter 31 Brotherly Love

As long as she doesn't touch her family.

But in the book, Liu Heipang was just a cannon fodder and also implicated Zhou Zheng's family.

There is no need to mention the past, just look forward.

Liu Yu remembered that his third brother worked as a clerk in the Propaganda Department of a flour mill.

She had to find him.

The flour mill was in the county town, but not in the city. It was on the other side of the city, a little far away from their village.

If two people walk, it will take an hour.

But I have to go.

Anyway, in this era, there are very few opportunities to take a car.

Liu Yu just thought of it as exercise.

Halfway through the journey, there is a tea stall on the side of the road.

It is a second job in a state-owned store.

A large bowl of tea costs one cent.

Seeing that Liu Yu looked tired and thirsty, Zhou Zheng took out a penny and bought her a large bowl of tea for her to drink.

Think about what kind of drinks you haven’t drunk in your previous life.

Liu Yu really couldn't get used to this tea water.

But in this era, it’s good enough to have tea to drink, what else do you want?

Of course, there are people selling popsicles on bicycles on the roadside.

They move to another place after each shot, and even those wearing red armbands cannot be caught.

Zhou Zheng bought two popsicles for five cents, and the two of them sat on the roadside eating the popsicles.

I plan to rest for a while before leaving.

The popsicle seller was also counting money.

There are stacks of one-cent, two-cent, and five-cent coins, and there are also thick stacks.

Zhou Zheng boldly asked the other party:

“How much can you sell in a day?”

“It’s not surprising that you can make about 70 or 80 cents at the entrance of a movie theater at night.

Usually it’s only about 40 or 50 cents.”

Zhou Zheng started to settle the accounts there.

The factory price of a popsicle should be 1.15 cents.

When selling, the price was doubled, selling for 5 cents instead of 1.5 cents.

Sell one cent for three cents.

Forty or fifty cents is the price of forty popsicles.

I think the popsicle seller would sell at least one or two hundred popsicles a day.

So 40 or 50 cents should be pure profit.

Four or five cents a day, thirty days a month, that’s a dozen dollars.

It's definitely better than working on the ground.

Even Zhou Zheng was a little moved.

But Liu Yu seemed to see through his mind and said to him:

"Don't forget, you have to go back and learn how to drive a tractor."

"Then I'll do this business when I have time."

"Shall we sell the vegetables first?"

Liu Yuyu.

Yes, I almost forgot about this.

I drank tea and ate popsicles.

Both were satisfied.

Zhou Zheng asked Liu Yu to sit on the front bar of the bicycle and he pushed her.

"Is this really true?"

"It's okay. We're not riding. It won't be dangerous."

Zhou Zheng encouraged her.

His eyes looked back again, still gentle.

Liu Yu didn't even want to look him in the eye.

But she really couldn't walk anymore.

She planned to let him push her for a while, and then get down and walk by herself.

So she agreed to his suggestion.

Then, passers-by in the city saw this scene:

A tall, handsome young man, who looked like he came from the countryside from his attire.

He was pushing a half-new 28-bar black Phoenix bicycle.