Wen Zhichao was listening attentively beside him. He was interested in new things.
Of course Xia Ruzheng knew about television. In the future, every family will have a television, and there will be LCD, color, plasma, and all kinds of them.
"I know that. It's very funny. You can't bear to watch it anymore, right?"
In fact, television back then was much more boring than later generations. Not only were the programs thin, but the commercials were often just a screen full of words, followed by the announcer reading them word for word. And by 9 or 10 p.m., the screen would turn into a snowy mess, and the show would be over.
Even so, when television first appeared in mainland China, it was welcomed by everyone. It undoubtedly opened a window for everyone and brought endless fun to everyone's life.
Chen Mei clapped her hands, feeling as if she had found a kindred spirit. She said, "Yes! That's right! It's a pity my family can't afford it. That thing is even more expensive than this!"
At that time, a TV set cost several hundred yuan, which was indeed a luxury for a family with a monthly salary of only a few dozen yuan. However, if someone in the family had a salary of three figures, they could still afford it by saving a little.
Xia Ruzheng said, "After buying this thing, our family doesn't have much money left. We still need to work hard to earn money to buy a TV! Sister Mei, don't worry. You and Brother Fuqiang are strong and capable. Why should you worry about making money?"
Chen Mei answered a few words with a smile, and seemed to hear the child crying, so she hurried back.
Wen Zhichao opened a stall, but it wasn't nearby. Wen Zhichao said that there were people selling and renting nearby, and he wouldn't get any advantage if he got involved, so he simply went further away and found a place where young people gathered, such as a university, to sell his goods.
Wen Zhichao was selling posters, and at this time, he was able to talk about the singer's stories and experiences, which made many people look at him with admiration. Those who were worried about buying something bought it outright after hearing what he said, and those who didn't want to buy it also had a feeling in their minds that they would know something about it next time he talked about it.
Wen Zhichao sold tapes himself, but he also did not forget to get a full set of supplies for Xia Ruzheng to set up a breakfast stall. Fortunately, he had rented a house with a yard and had a good relationship with the landlords at that time, so he could put the things directly in the yard. Of course, the pots and other things were still placed in the house.
Xia Ruzheng was very happy at the thought that he was going to start a business. He soaked all the pots and bowls in boiling water and washed them before stopping.
Chen Mei held the child in her arms, patted the child and said, "Zhengzheng, what is this going to do?"
Xia Ruzheng didn't hide it and said, "I want to open a breakfast stall! I wonder how the business will be?"
Chen Mei uttered an "oh!" and said, "That's probably hard to make, isn't it? Everyone's eating at home! It's clean and saves money!"
Xia Ruzheng didn't argue with her, but just said: "I have nothing to do anyway, so I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll close the stall."
Chen Mei looked at the shiny cars, pots and pans, and thought to herself, "I'm really short of money. I spent a lot of money on all these things. If I just close the shop, wouldn't all that money be wasted?" No wonder a beautiful girl like her married such a man. If he wasn't rich and willing to spend her money, why would she marry him?
Chen Mei's mind was full of imagination and she couldn't help but think that if she also married a rich man, she would definitely not ask for trouble by setting up a stall. It would be better for her to go out and play mahjong and sparrow every day. Life would be much better.
After everything was ready, Xia Ruzheng woke up very early on the first morning of setting up the stall. Wen Zhichao asked her to sleep a little longer, but Xia Ruzheng could no longer contain her excitement and couldn't help but get up.
He first used the pancakes he had fried last night to brush the sauce and roll up the vegetables. After tasting them, he found that the taste was not as good as in his previous life. This was not only due to his cooking skills but also factors such as the seasonings and tools. However, Xia Ruzheng was already very satisfied.
He rolled two vegetable pancakes for Wen Zhichao and sent two more to Chen Mei's home, saying they were for Wang Fuqiang, so that Chen Mei wouldn't have to get up so early to make breakfast for Wang Fuqiang.
Wang Fuqiang tasted it right away and nodded vigorously, saying, "This is good, very tasty, and fresh! Sister Xia, your cooking skills are quite good!"
Xia Ruzheng felt relieved and left Chen's house, ready to go out and set up a stall.
Wen Zhichao was worried and insisted on helping her move the things out. Xia Ruzheng didn't go far and just put the things not far from the gate of the yard.
It was still dark at this time and there were few people passing by.
I laid out the cut vegetables, heated the oil, and made a few fried dough sticks with the dough. After a while of busy work, I finally felt that everything was ready and waited wholeheartedly for the first customer to come.
As the sky gradually brightened, more and more people went out. Many people saw this new breakfast stall, but no one came to buy.
Xia Ruzheng couldn't help feeling a little anxious. She had spoken lightly to Chen Mei about closing the stall, but she was determined to make a name for herself in the world.
Wen Zhichao watched from a distance, not coming forward to help, fearing that others would not buy because of him. He appeared calm on the surface, but in fact he was even more anxious than when he had no customers. This was a huge blow to his young wife.
Xia Ruzheng watched as more and more people came, and he couldn't stand it any longer. So many people were just looking and not buying, so he couldn't help but shout, "We're selling breakfast! Crispy fried dough sticks! Flavorful wraps! And even pancakes with sauce!"
Wen Zhichao was startled by his wife's roar.
Xia Ruzheng shouted several times in a row, and more people looked over. The woman's voice was clear and melodious, with a strong penetrating power, making people unable to help but look for the source.
After waiting for almost a minute, no one showed up. Xia Ruzheng was about to lose heart when a young man quickly pulled up on his bicycle, performed a beautiful drift brake, and asked, "What do you have, Madam? Is it delicious?"
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