If Wan Zhenzhen was so proud yesterday that she hoped Qian Qing would lose her composure in front of her, then Wan Zhenzhen today looked like she had won the battle. Those who knew her thought she was selling popsicles, while those who didn't thought she was a general who had already won the battle.

Wan Zhenzhen bought ten boxes of popsicles, and because of the large quantity, she was able to get a low wholesale price. Now she has the tricycle as a powerful weapon, and she is almost on the same starting line as Qian Qing.

The difference is that Qian Qing has a fixed store, and Wan Zhenzhen sells cheaper than Qian Qing.

Wan Zhenxin was so beautiful, and even though Mrs. Wang didn't give her money, she still had Wang Hua. Last night, she waited for Wang Hua to come home from get off work and talked to him.

"Please help me, Wang Hua. This business is like lying down and waiting for money to come. My mother doesn't know this, but you must know it, right? Qian Qing, a woman, dares to buy thousands of popsicles, and Zhou Hao is not at home. How are we worse than her? Besides, popsicles are a seasonal business. We will only do this for a dozen days. In a dozen days, we can earn thousands of yuan! Really, I saw it clearly today. In just one afternoon, she earned a drawer of bills, at least more than a hundred. You see, she even called her mother to help, how can she not make money?"

Wang Hua's words "Qian Qing, a woman, dares to come in with thousands of people" irritated her. Yes. Zhou Hao was not at home, and she dared to expand her stall without anyone's consultation. How could a grown man like me be afraid of her?

The most important thing is that the factory has frequently organized learning activities in recent days.

Since the reform and opening up, there are actually quite a few people who have "gone into business", but this is an oil field, and the work and life here are stable, so not so many people want to become self-employed.

Previously, the factory was slightly disapproving of those very few workers who "went to sea", but recently this trend seems to be changing.

Especially yesterday, the captain of the maintenance team held a meeting with them and said that it was a task given by the leaders above, and they were asked to study carefully a certain report in the newspaper on the oil field.

The title of that report was "How to Distinguish Between Glorious and Dishonorable - New Ideas Are Needed in the New Era".

In August of this year, a commendation ceremony for urban youth employment achievements was held in a government guesthouse in Beijing. More than 200 representatives were self-employed individuals from all walks of life, including those who made sugar figurines, repaired bicycles, and sold vegetables.

The leaders met with these self-employed people in the Huaide Hall and highly praised their business.

One of the snack vendors mentioned his business and said that he did not think it was very glorious. The leader interrupted him firmly and gave a speech on "how to distinguish between glory and dishonor".

At the end of the month, relevant reports came out, and the northern oil fields also needed to start learning. Many people smelled a little bit of movement before the change of the times came in this learning.

Combined with the recent news coming out of the compound, it is said that a morning market and night market are going to be set up on the riverside outside the second factory.

Although it is just a rumor, it shows to some extent that the wind direction in the factory has changed. The leaders have gone from slightly disagreeing at the beginning to now starting to encourage it.

"Then buy it. I'll go to the repair shop later to see if there's any ready-made ones."

Wan Zhenzhen no longer has the opportunity to fill the position. Since she wants to be a self-employed person, she can't be afraid of this or that. If she follows what the factory says, then soon when the morning and night markets open, there will naturally be more self-employed people.

Might as well seize the opportunity.

Wang Hua and Wan Zhenzhen went to the repair shop to buy a tricycle. The old master had sold the previous one to Qian Qing, and the second one had not been assembled yet. But Wan Zhenzhen couldn't wait any longer and asked the old master to work overtime to assemble a tricycle for her, even if it was a little old.

In the end, I spent one hundred and fourteen dollars to buy a semi-new second-hand car assembled from parts.

Wan Zhenzhen was riding her tricycle happily, while Wang Hua was far behind her.

Although he knew that changes had to be made, he still felt ashamed.

I don't know how Wang Hua persuaded Wan Zhenzhen, but he not only deducted 200 yuan from Mrs. Wang, but also allowed Wan Zhenzhen to go home later every day. If she could make it in time, she could make it, and if she couldn't, she could eat in the cafeteria.

Wang Hua’s reaction was so unexpected to Wan Zhenzhen that it even made her feel a little sweet.

So what if Zhou Hao is good-looking? The emperor is far away, and Qian Qing is a woman who has to take care of everything.

Speaking of this, Wan Zhenzhen thought of another question.

She needs to find a helper like Qian Qing.

It was too tiring to sell by herself, and they were all children, so they could easily take advantage of her if she made a mistake. She was running a small business, and if someone stole one or two cigarettes, it would add up to a lot, and she would not be able to make any money in the end.

Wan Zhenzhen got up early and went to find Song Xiaohong, who lived in the same building. She had an impression of this person. They often talked together in their previous life. Song Xiaohong also couldn't stand Qian Qing, saying that Qian Qing didn't look like a serious person and liked to gossip about other people. It was like a good friend tailor-made for her.

Song Xiaohong was a little unhappy at first, but when she heard Wan Zhenzhen generously offer her thirty yuan a month, she immediately nodded her head.

"Okay! Don't worry! Isn't it just selling popsicles for you every day? It's no big deal! I just have something to do this morning, so I can go with you in the afternoon, okay?"

Wan Zhenzhen was of course not happy, but she couldn't find anyone else except Song Xiaohong. Qian Qing asked her mother for help, who else could she ask? Her own mother only knew how to hang around her brother every day. If she really asked her to come, she probably wouldn't be able to stay for a long time.

Not to mention the mother-in-law. Although Wang Hua asked her to do business, the old lady Wang was never happy.

Wan Zhenzhen gave him a few words of advice: "Then remember to come this afternoon and ride the tricycle. Don't worry, whether you have worked for a full month or not, I will charge you for a full month."

Song Xiaohong sent Wan Zhenzhen away just like she sent the God of Wealth away. When she came back home, her mother-in-law asked, "It seems that Wan Zhenzhen really makes a lot of money. She can even give you 30 yuan a month."

Song Xiaohong spitted, "You think she's so kind, she gave me a 31-month lease because she can earn more. Have you seen the goods on Qian Qing's tricycle? I'm afraid she can earn tens of thousands a day. She gave me 30 yuan and asked me to ride a bicycle, do you really think this money is easy to take?"

Her mother-in-law was a little afraid of her and whispered, "Even if you ride a tricycle, you can make a lot of money a month. Thirty!"

Song Xiaohong rolled her eyes: "I really can't explain it to you. You can tell she made a lot of money by looking at how happy she is. The key is that this doesn't require much effort and is worry-free. So why can she do it but we can't?"

Her mother-in-law's voice became even quieter: "So what you mean is..."

"I'll go and help her for two days. If she can do it, how can I be worse than her?"

"Is this... not a good idea?"

Song Xiaohong said nonchalantly, "What's wrong with that? Didn't she learn how to sell popsicles on a tricycle from Qian Qing? She learned Qian Qing's ways to steal Qian Qing's business, and I learned her ways to steal her business. No one should blame anyone."

"Okay, I know what I'm doing. Hurry up and cook for me."

Wan Zhenzhen didn't know about Song Xiaohong's idea yet, so she went straight to Zidixiao with the morning's goods.

Qian Qing was mentally prepared when she saw her tricycle full of goods.

She had already made half of her usual amount of business this morning, ready to see how far Wan Zhenzhen's business could go.

Even without the business of Zidiyixiao, she still has the business of the office building. Recently, the orders of the office building have increased well. Thanks to Chen Xinran, many people know about her popsicle stand. In addition, Qianmu looks after her stall, so she can ride her bicycle to deliver goods in the afternoon.

In addition to the office building, sometimes she would go out of her way to go to the single dormitory.

There are several posts in the oil field that have many people working in three shifts, and there are people in the single dormitory during the day. She plans to follow the example of the office building and post a few advertisements in the single dormitory building. Or she can directly cooperate with the security guard on the first floor. Although selling to children individually is very profitable, it is not bad to do wholesale.

According to her idea, two boxes were placed in the guard room at the bottom of the dormitory building. She would deliver popsicles once in the morning and afternoon. She would add a little money to wholesale them to the guard, and the guard would add a little more money to sell them to the people living inside. Everyone could make money, so why not do it?

But without anyone to act as a bridge, it's not a good idea to bring up this matter now.

There are many ways, and Qian Qing doesn't want to play any price tactics with Wan Zhenzhen unless it is absolutely necessary.

If you lower the price by one cent, I lower the price by one cent, and in the end, no one makes any money, then why would other vendors go to the popsicle factory to buy goods? They don’t have to go so far, why not just come to their place to buy goods? It also saves some effort. In the end, she not only doesn’t make any money, but also has to pay for labor.

That being said, at noon that day, Qian Qing's stall was almost deserted.

Wan Zhenzhen shouted at the top of her voice without stopping. When the children heard the price, they all rushed over. Except for a few who came to Qian Qing, all the others were taken away by Wan Zhenzhen.

Mother Qian's face turned pale and she looked at her daughter with heartache. She was simply fed up with Wan Zhenzhen.

I was really blind and thought she was a good person.

She followed Qingqing's lead and did whatever she did, for fear that Qingqing's stall would go bankrupt.

Just as Qian's mother was about to say something, Qian Qing had already frowned.

There are already many children leaving school at the school gate. There are several thousand students, both big and small. If no one delays after school, they can all leave in a short while.

At this moment, Wan Zhenzhen was selling popsicles at one side of the school gate, and she blocked the gate in an instant. The other side of the road was the high school wall, and originally only the side where she was standing was passable. In addition, the popsicles she sold were really cheap, so many children who originally didn't plan to buy them also wanted to buy them, and more people came.

Those who wanted to buy were squeezing those who didn't want to buy, and the group of half-grown kids were pushing and shoving each other, which was scary.

"Which turtle stepped on my shoe?"

"Ouch, ouch, please make way for me!"

"Are there any more green beans? Are there any more green beans?"

"My schoolbag!"

…

The security guard was so panicked that he could hardly keep watch with only two eyes.

Suddenly, a scream was heard.

"Oh no—someone got pushed down—"

"Woo woo woo...Mom, I want to find my mom."

"Don't step on it..."

…

Suddenly everyone became agitated. Those in front were busy buying popsicles, those at the back were pushing and shoving, trying to move around but couldn't, and some were crying and shouting at the top of their lungs.

The security guard rushed over immediately, tearing away the students outside and trying to rush inside, but there were too many children's voices, and for a moment it felt like there were cries all around, and it was impossible to find anyone.

Wan Zhenzhen was still buried in the center of the crowd, her eyelids twitching wildly, as if she heard some sound, but didn't hear it.

Qian's mother was also frightened and held her daughter's hand, beginning to feel fearful.

This won’t do. Qian Qing glanced at her long table and made a decision instantly.

"Mom, help me take down the popsicle box, and let's move the table over there."

The security guard couldn't find anyone because some of the students were very tall, and the tall ones were sandwiched between the shorter ones, making it impossible to see them at all.

Qian's mother put down the popsicle box as her daughter asked, and the two of them carried the table and jogged to the outside of the crowd.

Qian Qing took a deep breath and found a few students who looked like senior students.

"Come on, help me, stand up there and yell at them loudly, telling them all to stop moving."

The children were full of energy, and Qian Qing wanted them to help, so although they were afraid, they all agreed.

Several people stood on the table and shouted: "Don't move - stand there and don't move - if you move again, you will step on someone -"

Qian Qing told Qian's mother, "I'll go up and grab the people. You stay here and ask the students outside to stand on the other side of the courtyard wall. When they see that the people are not moving, tell these children to open their eyes wide and look for where the people have fallen. Point to the place and call me so that I can go there to look for the people."

A few people started to move, and within a minute the situation became much calmer.

Qian Qing pulled those outside one by one and asked them to go to the table, while Qian's mother led the students who came over to the courtyard wall.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and a few students standing on the high table looked at Qian Qing and shouted, "Sister - on your left -"

Qian Qing stared at the ground and found it after a while.

A little girl half a person's height fell to the ground, her eyes were tightly shut, her face was ashen, and she was sweating profusely. Someone had stepped on her white and tender hands, leaving black shoe prints. Her school uniform pants were also black, but fortunately, they were all children, and the stepping was not severe.

Qian Qing shouted to the people around her, "Scatter, scatter, gather over there by the courtyard wall, don't crowd on this road!"

It was obvious that she had heat stroke. There were too many people, and the child squeezed in the middle couldn't stand it and couldn't get out. The first thing to do was to ask the people around to disperse and put her in a cool place to rest. Such a young child, I'm afraid we have to send her to the factory's health center to see if she has any hidden injuries.

The guard went through so much trouble to rush to the front of Wan Zhenzhen's tricycle, and he was so angry that he wanted to overturn Wan Zhenzhen's stall.

"Stop selling! Didn't you hear someone say a kid fell down outside?"

Wan Zhenzhen was so frightened that she shivered. After she calmed down, she said stubbornly, "What's wrong with falling? What's wrong with falling? I didn't push him! Besides, he could stand up on his own if he fell. Why don't you ask me to sell it?"

The guard pointed at her and was almost mad.

Suddenly, someone outside shouted, "The person has been rescued—"

He hurriedly pushed aside the children around him, pointed at the few in the innermost group and said, "Hurry up and disperse. Eating one or two less popsicles is not a big deal. Don't let anything happen and make your family worry."

Wan Zhenzhen was also scared. Could it be that she was so unlucky? She was just selling popsicles and yet she was involved in a murder lawsuit? Was this going to implicate her?

The children who were buying popsicles nearby were also scared and walked out one after another. The children on the other side of the courtyard wall saw people coming out and also walked along the sides of the road, fearing that they would be squeezed. Once the road was opened, people began to flow out. Qian Qing called the students with bandages on their backs and asked them to stand on the side of the road to help evacuate the crowd and call her if anything happened.

She carried the little girl into her little room, asked her mother to bring two boxes of popsicles and place them not too far from the girl to provide some cool air, then she untied the child's school uniform and rubbed some medicated oil on both sides of her forehead.

The half-grown boys nearby helped her carry the table back and did not leave, but watched from the side.

Qian Qing asked her mother to give each of them a most expensive ice cream: "Thank you, sister. You are all great. You saved this little sister."

Several little boys were shy and didn't dare to ask for the ice cream.

"Take it. I'll have to trouble you again."

Immediately, several children patted their chests and said, "Sister, what do you want us to do?"

Qian Qing saw that the little girl's face was gradually calming down, but she still showed no signs of waking up, so she was a little panicked.

"Go call the security guard and the lady selling popsicles over, then go to the second factory compound and ask who this little girl belongs to, and ask her family to go to the health center to look for her."

Qian Qing opened the little girl's schoolbag and wrote down her name: "The little girl's name is Fang Rourou. Did you remember it?"

Several little boys nodded vigorously: "I'll remember it."

Qian's mother was older, and she was happy to see them looking so chubby. She stuffed ice cream into their hands and told them to use it to call for help.

Soon the security guard came in, sweating, and a shy little boy whispered, "The aunt selling popsicles is gone..."

Qian Qing was simply convinced! Could Wan Zhenzhen's mother be any more outrageous?

She ran away knowing that something bad was going to happen? Could she run away from the monk or the temple?

They are from the same compound, how could anyone not find her out?

There was no other choice now, Qian Qing could only go it alone.

"She hasn't woken up yet. Let's take her to the sanitation center. Mom, take the quilt off the tricycle and put a stool on top. Oh, and untie the umbrella for me."

Fortunately, she also has a tricycle, so she can send people away quickly.

The guard knew that this was not the time to thank Qian Qing in a pretentious way, so he looked at Qian Qing with gratitude.

"I'll pedal the bike, and you sit in the back and hold her with an umbrella."

Qian Qing comforted her mother: "Mom, don't worry, I'll take her over. Stack the popsicles in the room and cover them with the quilt. I'll deal with them when I come back. You go home and eat first."

I'm afraid these popsicles will turn yellow today, Qian Qing was a little speechless.

Does this mean that she was tricked by Wan Zhenzhen?

But it wasn't that she wanted to help Wan Zhenzhen, but if something happened, the outside world would just say that something happened to the popsicle vendor at a small door, and no one would care which stall it was.

Besides, she is such a young child, are you really going to see her being stepped on all over in there?

Although Qian's mother felt sorry for the popsicles, she felt even more sorry for the little kid: "Okay, go ahead, don't worry about me. I'll go back and find the head of the women's department in your hospital. She should know whose child this is."

Qian Qing nodded. The little girl was in the first grade and the security guard had no impression of her. It would be okay to ask the head of the women's department.

She held the little girl in her arms, holding an umbrella, and stuffed two or three popsicles into the water bottle. When her hands felt warm, she rubbed the water bottle and then touched the child's cheeks. She was afraid that the popsicles would be too cold and irritate her again.

The little girl is chubby, with fair and tender skin. She has two braids on her head with a small butterfly that flutters its wings. At first glance, she is the pampered little darling of the family.

Her parents would be so sad if they saw it. Qian Qing couldn't help but think about herself. She felt that if it were her daughter, she would probably point a knife at Wan Zhenzhen and still not be able to get rid of the hatred in her heart.

But then again, she didn't see herself getting pregnant or giving birth in her dream.

Qian Qing's heart was suddenly shrouded in a layer of gloom.

Could it be that in her life...

The guard pedaled quickly and reached the toilet in no time.

Qian Qing also put aside the distracting thoughts in her mind and sent the child in.

The doctor who received the patient saw that it was a child and rushed over. After checking for a while, he gave the patient two more injections of medicine. The doctor then took off his mask and said, "It's nothing serious, just heat stroke, but it's hard to lower a child's body temperature, so I gave him some Chinese patent medicine. When he wakes up, give him some light salt water, but he can't drink cold drinks. He should take his time these few days, and don't eat anything too greasy."

The security guard was immediately relieved. He was to blame today, but fortunately nothing happened to the child.

Qian Qing was also relieved and was about to tell the guard that she was going back first, but she heard the bathroom door being pushed open with a "click".

A tall man rushed in, looking almost crazy.

"Where's my daughter? Where's my daughter? She was just brought here!"

Li Hongmei followed behind him, panting and pleading: "Mr. Fang, don't be so anxious, I'm sure everything will be fine!"

The doctor pointed to the clinic and said, "It's nothing serious, just heat stroke and some scrapes on her hands. Her teacher is in there."

Qian Qing looked young and busy. When the doctor saw that the little girl's father had just arrived, he naturally assumed that Qian Qing, who was accompanying the little girl, was the teacher.

Engineer Fang rushed in and rushed to the bedside. The little girl was startled by the click of the door and woke up at this moment.

When she saw her father, she would reach out her hands pitifully: "Dad—wuwuwu, my hand hurts..."

Mr. Fang held his daughter's hand and was about to cry: "Daddy will blow on you, it won't hurt, baby, later daddy will take you to eat delicious food and buy you everything."

After comforting his daughter for a while, Fang Gong noticed Qian Qing beside him. He stood up and bowed: "Thank you, teacher, for taking the trouble to send my daughter here."

He had just got off work and hadn't even reached his home when he heard a few kids asking who Fang Rourou belonged to. He was almost scared to death.

Qian Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not a teacher."

Li Hongmei's eyes lit up: "Qian Qing, why are you here?"

Another question was a little surprising: "Didn't you set up a stall at the school gate?"

They were selling popsicles, and everyone in the compound knew about it.

Qian Qing was also a little embarrassed. Firstly, it was embarrassing to boast about herself. Secondly, she was also a popsicle seller. She didn't know if the little girl's father would feel that she was also to blame.

At the critical moment, the security guard stepped forward and told the whole story: "We have to thank Qian Qing. If she hadn't rescued the person and lent us the tricycle, we wouldn't have been able to get him to the sanitation center in time."

When Mr. Fang heard that the popsicle cart that caused his daughter to get heatstroke and was trampled ran away, his face became more and more unpleasant.

I also heard Qian Qing leave a few boxes of popsicles behind and send her daughter over, and I felt very grateful.

"Thank you. Don't worry. I will bear all your losses today. I can't let you save people and lose money."

Li Hongmei next to her was also happy. Qian Qing's actions proved that she was not wrong about him. Even if he was just a self-employed person, Qian Qing was still a good comrade who enjoyed helping others!

"Don't worry, Engineer Fang. The factory will commend Comrade Qian. As for the missing popsicle cart, I will definitely find it and give you an explanation."

Qian Qing has been a wallflower for a long time, and now she can finally have a say.

"No need for loss, I can still sell in the afternoon. No need for commendation, it's not a big deal. But the little boys who helped me today are very good, I hope the school will commend them when the time comes."

Li Hongmei said without hesitation: "Of course! We will praise it on the loud speaker in our factory!"

Qian Qing thought about it and decided to just go ahead and say it: "That popsicle cart..."

Li Hongmei's eyes lit up: "Do you know who it is?"

Qian Qing was a little helpless. Strictly speaking, it did have something to do with her. Wan Zhenzhen wanted to challenge her, so she came to the small door of Zidi to sell popsicles.

"It's really true."

Li Hongmei immediately frowned. How could this person keep making trouble like this? Last time he started spreading rumors on the second day after getting married, and this time he is causing trouble again after more than a week!

Engineer Fang's face was not looking good either. "I just came to the oil field and I don't know much about the things here. I hope Director Li can help me to find out the things in the future. As an ordinary parent, I can't accept such behavior. It's understandable if there is an accident, but she just left her daughter and ran away. Isn't she afraid that something will happen to my daughter?"

Li Hongmei quickly comforted him: "Of course, this kind of irresponsible behavior is unacceptable in our factory. I will go to Wan Zhenzhen's house soon and give you an explanation."

The little girl slowed down now, looked around with a little fear, took her father's hand and whispered: "Dad, let's go back, it smells so bad here, let's go back."

Fang Gong picked her up from the bed and pointed at Qian Qing and said, "Good girl, go and thank your sister. It was your sister who saved you today."

Fang Rourou rubbed the corner of her clothes, her big eyes were shining, and she bowed to Qian Qing obediently: "Thank you, sister."

Qian Qing was so moved by her lovely sweetheart that she resisted the urge to touch his hair: "You're welcome."

Mr. Fang carried his daughter to get the medicine. Before leaving, he thanked her profusely: "When Rourou gets better and my wife comes back, I will invite you to my house for a simple meal. Please come and enjoy it."

Qian Qing saw his serious expression and knew that if this little gratitude was not put into practice, the other party would not be at ease, so she simply agreed: "Okay, my husband is also on a business trip, we will get together when he comes back."

After seeing Fang Gong off, the guard also waved and went back. Such a big incident happened at noon, and the principal didn't know about it yet. He had to go back and tell the principal that he should forget about setting up a stall at the school gate, and look at what happened today.

Only Qian Qing and Li Hongmei were left.

Li Hongmei was not a particularly particular person, and said to Qian Qing: "Let's go together, I have to go to Wan Zhenzhen's house."

Qian Qing can be casual even to people who don't put on airs: "Why don't you sit in the back? I have to pedal the tricycle back anyway."

Li Hongmei looked at their seats and waved her hands: "Forget it, I'll take you and you sit in the back."

Qian Qing pushed twice but failed, so she could only sit in the back and hold her little flower umbrella.

An umbrella can't beat two people, so just give up.

Li Hongmei kept talking all the way, and Qian Qing finally understood after listening for a while. It turned out that this Engineer Fang was quite famous. His surname was Fang, and his name was Jianye. He was an engineer specially hired by the factory. So everyone called him Engineer Fang.

The factory valued him very much, saying that he was researching natural gas, and offered him a salary as high as that of a factory director.

"She studied abroad and came to our northern oil field. Several factory managers were vying for her, and she finally landed in our second factory. But after just a few days, her daughter was injured. Her mother has gone back to her parents' home. If she comes back, she will be heartbroken..."

Qian Qing didn't say much, mainly because it involved Wan Zhenzhen and she really didn't know what to say.

Arriving at the tube building, Qian Qing moved the car into the carport. Director Li was already jogging away: "I'll go up first."

Qian Qing laughed. Director Li was truly a rough but thoughtful person. Knowing that they had a conflict, he deliberately avoided her, fearing that Wan Zhenzhen's twisted mind would blame him again.

By the time Qian Qing went upstairs and entered the house, Qian's mother had already prepared dinner and was waiting for her.

A bowl of noodles with some fried vegetarian sauce, and Qian's mother also cooked green bean soup on the fire. Qian Qing ate while tilting her ears to listen to the sounds from next door.

"What? Wan Zhenzhen hasn't come back yet?"

"She just came back a while ago and said she hadn't sold out all the popsicles yet, so she went out to sell some."

"…She still has the heart to sell popsicles!"

"Director Li, what happened to her?"

"When she comes back, ask her to tell you herself!"

…

Mother Qian was holding the bowl, also speechless.

I don’t know if you are kind-hearted or heartless and can still sell popsicles at this time.

She whispered to Qian Qing: "How is that little girl?"

Qian Qing also lowered her voice: "It's nothing serious, just a heat stroke and some minor injuries on my body."

Qian's mother was still worried: "If something like this happens to you...how are you going to sell your popsicles?"

Qian Qing shook her head: "I don't know, I'll just sell it as I see fit and see what the school says."

Mr. Fang will definitely not pursue her, but it's hard to say about the school. It's not impossible that they will just cut it off. We can only take it one step at a time.

However, it was something that Director Li seemed to have mentioned unintentionally on the tricycle just now that could be considered as inside information for her.

"Mom, our factory is going to build a morning and night market street by the river soon."

Qian's mother was a little confused: "What does that have to do with us?"

Qian Qing: "It would be great if I could get one or two stalls by then."

The oil field market is an undeveloped market and the demand here is not small. She can sell more than a thousand popsicles a day. How much can she earn from other necessities?

Now that the factory has received this news, it means that the factory supports it, and the ideas of the oil field workers will change sooner or later.

Selling popsicles is only enough for three months a year, so Qian Qing wanted to do something that she was good at.

"After this period of time, I want to take my sister to visit the provincial capital."

Mother Qian knew that her younger daughter was concerned about her elder daughter's situation, and she was also very moved: "Okay, your sister is now growing vegetables with your brother-in-law, and they only make that much money a month. She is also tired at her husband's house, so you can take her out to see more. You are smarter than your sister, so it would be good if you can help her a little bit."

Qian Qing nodded. Her sister was a strong and resilient woman, but in her dreams she always spent her time in the countryside, and as a result her niece did not have a well-educated childhood.

Of course she wanted to bring her sister to the city to live a good life together.

As the mother and daughter were whispering these words, Wan Zhenzhen from next door also ran out of the oil field, went to the door of the state-owned hotel to empty her popsicles, and returned home with a uneasy heart.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Li Hongmei sitting in the main room of her house with a sullen face.

Wan Zhenzhen was so excited that she forced a smile and went to greet him: "Why are you here, Director Li? Have you eaten? Or would you like to have a quick meal at home?"

Old Lady Wang was about to poke her in the face with her walking stick: "Tell me! What have you done again!"

I just spent half of my family's money yesterday to buy a tricycle, and today something bad happened. Could it be that this daughter-in-law really has some bad luck? Why does she never stop causing trouble after she came home?

Wan Zhenzhen protested that she knew nothing.

Li Hongmei sneered, "You don't know nothing. You ran away, what do you know? Comrade Wan, Zidi Primary School did not forbid you to set up a popsicle stand at the entrance, but you blocked the entrance to the school and stepped on a student who got heat stroke. You turned around and ran away? Aren't you worried that the children might get hurt if they were trampled?"

Wan Zhenzhen was terrified: "Something happened? I don't know, I really don't know!"

"The security guard said it all. He came up to you and told you that a child had fallen down. You said that you didn't push the child down, so he could just stand up on his own. Then he said that he had fainted from heat stroke, and you quickly pushed the tricycle and ran away. Isn't that right?!"

Wan Zhenzhen was incoherent: "That's none of my business, why can't I... Leader, don't blame me, I'm just a popsicle seller, how could I let them block me there!"

"Other people sell popsicles for 10 cents, but you sell them for 8 cents. You sell them cheaply, so of course a crowd of people gathered. Only one side of the school gate can be used to walk. People who wanted to leave can't. What? You want to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

Wan Zhenzhen didn't dare to say it. Even if she felt this way in her heart, she didn't dare to say it.

Old lady Wang glared at her. No wonder! She sold it for eight cents when others sold it for ten cents. No wonder she only got ten yuan back yesterday. She really wanted to cut open Wan Zhenzhen's skull to see if there was cotton stuffed inside!

How can you be so stupid!

Director Li became more serious. "I will talk to the victim's family and the principal of the primary school about what happened today. Tomorrow morning, you go to my office and apologize to the parents sincerely. We will discuss your punishment. Oh, by the way, the child's medical expenses are still on the health center's account. You can settle it yourself. This is the most basic thing."

When it comes to money, Mrs. Wang becomes upset: "Why do we have to pay for this? It's just heatstroke, and it's not our fault. It's the child's own weakness! We can just ask her to kowtow and apologize to the parents tomorrow, why do we have to pay for the medical expenses?"

Director Li didn't even want to look at her: "It's up to you whether you go or not. If you don't go, it will be deducted from your Wang Hua account at the end of the year. There is no room for negotiation. Remember to be there tomorrow morning."

Wan Zhenzhen was still making excuses just like last time, and Li Hongmei was too lazy to bother with her. But in her heart, she was determined to teach her a lesson. The factory was supposed to encourage individual businesses according to instructions, but it was better to forget about individual businesses that could cause trouble like this. She was so mean that she didn't think about how to make money, but how to harm others.

Why did Wan Zhenzhen go to Zidi No. 1 to sell popsicles? Considering that she had spread rumors about cheating Qian Qing a few days ago, I'm afraid she had already become wicked in her heart and was only concerned with competing with Qian Qing.

Li Hongmei didn't stay long, because the old lady Wang behind her had already started cursing at the top of her voice.

Wan Zhenzhen's tears were like beads that had broken off the string, she felt extremely aggrieved.

The child was fine! It was just a case of heat stroke, and it wasn't her fault! It was all Qian Qing's fault. If she hadn't been shouting so loudly, the child might have woken up after fainting for a while.

How can it be so serious? Why send him to the clinic? Isn't that a waste of money?

Now you still want to criticize her. What mistake has she made that you have to criticize her for?

Old Mrs. Wang regretted so much that her intestines almost broke. If she had known that Wan Zhenzhen was such a unlucky person, she would not have wanted this daughter-in-law even if her son didn't like her!

What are you doing? You helped the kid up when he fell down, or even gave him some water! They are from the same factory, what's the point of running away?

Now that she is well, she still has to pay for the medical expenses. She doesn't know if it will ruin her son's future.

Huazi was so kind to her, buying her a tricycle and giving her capital to start a business.