Chapter 26 What do you think of me?
Song Yunqing stopped. Apart from Ge Jinglan, no one had ever called him so politely.
"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
The man was shy and embarrassed.
"Here's what happened. My husband came home from work and said that the smell on someone else's body was nice. He asked me where I could buy it. He also wanted to try it."
It took Song Yunqing a while to understand what he said.
"Soap? There's no soap sold around here."
"Ah...Is that so? Never mind, never mind."
The man smiled awkwardly.
It's not like Song Yunqing can't see what they mean. She used to join Qian Xiufen in bullying her, but now that she sees something good, she comes to get close to her.
I bought it again. If it was sold nearby, I would have bought it earlier.
Why wait until now to ask her, an outsider?
It's nothing more than waiting for something to be given away for free so that you can take advantage of it.
Does she look so foolish?
Watching Song Yunqing walk into the house in a leisurely manner, the man touched the tip of his nose awkwardly: "Actually, I don't really want to buy it. Wood ash is also good to use."
Ge Jinglan didn't respond, and Qian Xiufen looked at her with disdain.
"Then why are you asking? Are you waiting for someone to send you there?"
"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"
Qian Xiufen: "Do you know clearly in your heart?"
For a moment, the two of them parted unhappily. Looking at this, Ge Jinglan sighed. Why are everyone so angry?
Ge Jinglan came over at noon. She couldn't hide something in her heart and always felt that this incident was caused by herself.
"I washed clothes for Lao Chen once, but I didn't expect to be laughed at by his colleagues. Zhao Hu said that these things are expensive and cost two yuan each."
"I guess those people are thinking about taking advantage of you."
Ge Jinglan felt more and more guilty as she spoke: "It's all my fault. If I hadn't suddenly used soap to wash clothes for Lao Chen, those people wouldn't have targeted you."
Song Yunqing took out a few candies and handed them to Ge Jinglan: "What does this have to do with you? It's not your wish. I gave them to you. It's their own fault. You can't be blamed for it."
"That being said..."
Ge Jinglan looked at her and said, "There's nothing new on our island. Everyone must be very curious when they first see something so foreign."
This made Song Yunqing realize something: "Is there anyone doing business here?"
Ge Jinglan shook her head: "There's only one state-owned supply and marketing cooperative. Do you think you can do business there? You can't do that. If you're caught, you'll be charged with speculation."
Song Yunqing forgot about this.
She thought about it carefully in her mind. It was 1977 now, and "reform and opening up" would be proposed next year. By then, the individual economy would be in a gray area.
Later, in 1979, the policy was relaxed to allow individual labor in service industries such as "shoe repair" and "car repair".
In 1980, the first batch of individual business licenses were issued.
In 1984, individual business became completely legal.
In other words, she doesn't have to wait long before she can start doing business.
Lay a solid foundation first, and then getting a business license based on quality shouldn't be a problem.
She felt excited just thinking about it.
Seeing the excited expression on Song Yunqing's face, Ge Jinglan quickly persuaded her: "I know you have this idea, but it's really not possible now. Someone was arrested for speculation before. You are still a military dependent, so you must not get into trouble!"
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm just asking you, if I could make a soap that's a little lower quality than this, but still has a scent and isn't too expensive, do you think there's a market for it?"
Ge Jinglan thought about it seriously: "Putting aside other things, as long as the price is not too high, there will definitely be a market."
"That'll do."
If you do it yourself, you just need to control the cost.
The soaps sold outside take advantage of the fact that they are imported from abroad and have inflated profits, almost making double the money.
At present, there is no fully mature soap manufacturing technology in China, and she is not so ambitious as to compete with state-owned enterprises.
Just let her make a little money among the people.
When Yao Xinjie came over in the afternoon, Song Yunqing was soaking wood ash outside.
Put the wood ash into a cloth bag, soak it in boiling water, filter it, and then let it sit.
"Don't you have some soap? Why are you burning ashes?"
"I must be useful."
Yao Xinjie curled his lips and placed the enamel basin he had taken away yesterday on the table.
"The basin is finished."
Song Yunqing said "hmm" indifferently.
He placed the ladder under the eaves and kicked the bag of cement he had received from the supply and marketing cooperative.
He cursed and said, "It's as hard as a rock. How can I use it?"
Song Yunqing walked over and touched the bag.
“When was this cement delivered?”
Yao Xinjie counted on his fingers and said, "It's been a while. The last time the supply ship came, it didn't bring any cement, just some food and medicine. It should have been before the big wind."
"It's all clumped up, so it's definitely useless. Does that mean I don't have to work today? Will I still have food?"
Song Yunqing: "After all this talk, you're just worried about your meal?"
"Of course, food is the most important thing for people. People are like iron and rice is like steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be very hungry. Don't you know that?"
Song Yunqing's mouth twitched silently: "Don't worry, it can be used. You can have food to eat if you work today."
Yao Xinjie looked unconvinced: "It's already like this, and you still say it works? If it works, I'll walk upside down today."
"real?"
"Of course it's true."
Song Yunqing curled the corners of his lips slightly, found a thin bamboo sieve, and carefully cut open the bag of cement, sifting out the hard lumps, leaving only some fine powder.
Yao Xinjie sat aside and curled his lips: "What a bunch of useless things."
Then she boiled another pot of kelp until it became sticky and poured it into the sifted cement.
"Let me tell you right now, if this is your meal tonight, I won't eat it. I can't eat it."
Song Yunqing gave him a displeased look and said, "I've never seen anyone eat lime either."
"Is this going to be any use? You're sifting the ashes and boiling the juice."
"Of course, adding seaweed juice to cement can enhance its viscosity and achieve a waterproof effect on the original basis."
After some effort, Yao Xinjie first built a small section of wall in the yard, and only felt relieved after he was sure that it could be implemented.
He carried it up to the roof in a small ash bucket.
At about the same time, Xiao Jinchuan got home from get off work and saw the cement in the yard, feeling something was wrong.
"What did you add to this? It seems to be a little more viscous."
Song Yunqing chuckled: "Kelp juice!"
"I've heard of people using seaweed juice to mix cement, but I've never put it into practice."
Song Yunqing clapped his hands: "Then let's try it today."
Facts have proved that Song Yunqing's method is indeed effective and more effective than using water directly before.
Yao Xinjie was really convinced this time. He didn't argue with Song Yunqing during the meal. He just finished the meal in his bowl and prepared to leave.
"Wait, there are steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables in the pot, take some back."
Xiao Jinchuan looked at Song Yunqing. He was acting out yesterday, but he didn't act out today.
“I’ve already eaten…”
Although Yao Xinjie said this, his eyes were still looking at the stove.
How come the same food is so delicious when cooked by Song Yunqing? The steamed buns also seem to taste sweeter than before.
"You're still pretending. Don't you understand? I prepared this for you on purpose. We're all neighbors. We'll see each other sooner or later. If we can help each other, we should help."
Yao Xinjie blushed. Knowing it was one thing, but being told off was another.
"Okay, I'll keep it in mind. If you need anything in the future, just come to me."
Song Yunqing nodded, and then suddenly called him when he was about to go out.
"Don't forget our bet. When you come tomorrow, remember to do a handstand."
Yao Xinjie slipped and almost fell.
There were a few black lines on his forehead, and he said that neighbors should help each other, and a small bet could not be written off.
He replied impatiently, "I know, I know."
Song Yunqing was in a good mood and ate with bigger mouthfuls than before.
"Are you so happy?"
Xiao Jinchuan spoke suddenly.
Song Yunqing was stunned for a moment: "Of course I'm happy, I won, but don't think too much about it, I didn't ask him to do a handstand, he was the one who insisted on making a bet with me, saying that he would do it if he lost."
As if he had thought of something, Song Yunqing couldn't help laughing again: "If you can come back early tomorrow, maybe you can see a joke."
Xiao Jinchuan poked the food in the bowl with his chopsticks, looking a little absent-minded.
"You like that?"
"What's that?"
"People, character!"
Song Yunqing: "It's okay. It's mainly because he's easy to get along with and doesn't require much thinking. And I also like Yao Xinjie's wife. She's a very emotional person."
This kind of people are the easiest to get along with. As long as you are sincere to them, they will definitely return your sincerity.
He is straightforward and has no ulterior motives at all.
It takes a lot of effort to deal with people like this.
Xiao Jinchuan silently compared himself with Yao Xinjie and found that whether it was habits, expressions, or attitudes towards life, they were at two extremes.
So, the reason why Song Yunqing is not close to me is because of my personality?
But personality is innate and difficult to change in a short time.
"So...what do you think of me?"
Xiao Jinchuan almost whispered the last four words.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his face turned red.
"What did you say?"
Song Yunqing was busy eating and didn't hear what he said clearly.
"I mean, what do you think of me?"
"you?"
Xiao Jinchuan waited anxiously for her evaluation. What if she said she didn't like it?
"You are very good, an absolutely good person. Everyone praises you."
Xiao Jinchuan: ...
"It's too official. What do you think?"
Song Yunqing stroked his chin, thinking carefully: "You are a bit rigid, serious, and methodical. In local dialect, you are a bit stubborn."
With every word she spoke, Xiao Jinchuan's face darkened.
In her eyes, am I actually an old antique?
Suddenly, the food I put into my mouth no longer had any flavor and tasted like chewing wax.
"But..."
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