Ever since Wan Zhenzhen became pregnant, Mrs. Wang's attitude towards her has hardly changed. In just one month, Wan Zhenzhen enjoyed treatment she had never enjoyed in two lifetimes.
Her mother-in-law had already passed away when she gave birth to her child in her previous life. Although her husband was considerate, he was a grown man who had never given birth to a child, so how considerate could he be? So Wan Zhenzhen only had better food in her previous life, and she still had to do the usual housework.
With Wang Hua in this life and her mother-in-law Wang Po, who is eager to have a grandson, Wan Zhenzhen's life couldn't be better.
In the morning, I woke up naturally and breakfast was already warm in the pot. After breakfast, I would just sit at home and think about what to eat for lunch. Occasionally, Wang Hua would be ordered to go out to the oil field to buy some fresh food. If Wan Zhenzhen wanted something, she had to eat it on the same day. If she couldn't eat it, she would make a fuss.
Wan Zhenzhen is just growing fat by lying around at home, eating and sleeping.
She had morning sickness at first, but after a few days she stopped vomiting and became even more unrestrained in her eating habits.
Wang Hua was not stupid, so he naturally realized that his mother's unbridled indulgence seemed to have made her too accustomed to Wan Zhenzhen. But he didn't dare to say it, because Wan Zhenzhen's belly was the most obvious evidence. He didn't dare to confront Wan Zhenzhen head-on, so he could only hold his breath and tolerate her again and again.
Fortunately, it was winter soon, and the clothes were thicker, so by the time Wan Zhenzhen showed her pregnancy, no one would be able to tell the month.
Wang Hua's attitude towards this was to keep it secret for as long as possible. Regardless of whether the people in the compound had bad intentions or not, he was unwilling to bring this topic up in the open.
Thinking this way, let Wan Zhenzhen get fat. The fatter she is, the easier it will be to deal with the stomach issue.
However, even if Wang Hua chose to tolerate it, he recently felt that he had reached his limit...
She was clamoring for noodles early in the morning. Okay, there was a window selling noodles in the cafeteria because there were people from the west. Wang Hua took the trouble to get the noodles back with his lunch box. Wan Zhenzhen ate two bites and stopped eating, saying that the noodles were too soft because they were soaked for too long. Wang Hua couldn't bear to throw away the noodles he bought, so he had to eat them himself.
He was clamoring to have halved chicken legs at the state-owned restaurant near the match factory for lunch. Wang Hua tried to persuade him for a long time but to no avail. Wan Zhenzhen even compared him to Zhou Hao.
"Look at Qian Qing. Before she married Zhou Hao, Zhou Hao sent her food all day long! I just want to eat a halved chicken leg, which can be reached in more than an hour by bike. Why don't you buy it for me? I'm still pregnant with your child, and you treat me like this!"
Wang Hua gritted his teeth and accepted it, and took a day off in the middle of the day to buy it for her.
Forget about these, Wang Hua can also satisfy you in the morning and at noon.
But recently Wan Zhenzhen seems to be dissatisfied with only acting weird in the morning and at noon, and starts clamoring to eat this and that in the evening.
Asking him to go out of the oil field to buy food late at night?
Wang Hua was a little impatient.
"Wan Zhenzhen, don't go too far!"
All of Wan Zhenzhen's courage had been built up by the baby in her belly, and now she was not afraid at all.
"I want to eat it! What? Are you going to beat me again?"
Although she was really stupid, ever since Wang Hua had discussed with her in a nice tone not to tell anyone about Zhou Hao's beating, Wan Zhenzhen had used her almost entirely new brain to figure out the reason.
What Wang Hua is really afraid of is the month of pregnancy of the baby in her belly. If someone wants to punish Wang Hua and sue her, the worst that can happen is that Wang Hua will lose her job.
But if Wan Zhenzhen were to talk about this matter, the nature of the matter would instantly become serious.
It is true that the two of them were married, but the baby was also born before the marriage. If Wan Zhenzhen came forward and said that Wang Hua forced her before the marriage, her confession alone would be enough to feed Wang Hua a peanut.
Of course, Wan Zhenzhen would not do that. After all, Wang Hua is the father of the child in her belly. But this does not prevent her from using this handle to catch Wang Hua.
Wan Zhenzhen was wearing a brand new long-sleeved dress and a pair of long cotton socks, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. She watched Wang Hua leisurely from anger to helplessness, and finally getting up to go out and buy things for her.
Although the development of things deviated from her expectations, the result was the same as what she had imagined before marriage.
She controlled Wang Hua and Old Lady Wang and successfully became the boss at home!
Old Lady Wang came over and brought her a bowl of winter melon soup. When she looked at her belly, her face was filled with endless love.
"Here, Zhenzhen, this is winter melon soup, it's good for removing dryness, have some."
Mrs. Wang has been staring at Wan Zhenzhen's belly recently, using her own experience when she was pregnant with Wang Hua to try to find similarities between the two, just to prove that Wan Zhenzhen is pregnant with her grandson.
Wan Zhenzhen also used her lifetime experience of carrying a daughter to try to find the differences between the two pregnancies, just to prove that the baby in her belly was not a money-loser.
"Leave it there. I'll drink it later."
In her previous life, she was pregnant with her daughter in autumn. At that time, she had a high temperature and was very hot, so she always made some winter melon soup for herself.
In that case, let's not drink it now.
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Qian's mother's grocery store opened, and Qian Qing and Qian Yu helped her put all the things on the shelves, especially putting some colorful candies in the most conspicuous place.
Open the large window at the gate so that you can collect money and deliver things through the window.
Qian Qing didn't buy much goods, and even after she put all the goods on the shelves, they were still not full. But it still looked busy.
On the first day of opening, by noon, there were already a few small customers coming in.
"Wow, there are hawthorn slices!"
"Grandma, give me a pink candy!"
"I want a watermelon candy!"
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Qian Qing didn't let Wan's mother post all the prices of the items outside. Although this would make them conspicuous, some of the children could not recognize many words. Besides, some people would not be interested in buying after only looking at the price list without seeing the actual product.
She asked Qian's mother to cut pieces of paper and write the price numbers on them with a red marker. She then pasted them on the corresponding places on the wooden shelves and pasted them on the items that were hung.
From this perspective, the price combined with the actual product is more impactful.
Watermelon candy is two cents each, hawthorn slices are five cents a small bag, pencils are ten cents each, and pencil cases are divided into two yuan, five yuan, and ten yuan...
The most expensive pencil case, which costs 15 yuan, is a three-layer one with prints on it, a small pen holder inside, and a built-in ruler. When it is placed on the top shelf, it instantly becomes a sacred object in the hearts of the children!
Qian's mother sat behind the window and would go and get whatever she heard people want. Outside the window was a small wooden box that Qian Qing had specially asked Zhou Hao to get. People who were short could stand on the box to see what they wanted.
There weren't many people at noon. Qianmu calculated that the turnover was more than two yuan, but the net income was no more than one yuan.
Qian Qing thinks this number is okay. It should be better in the afternoon after school than at noon. It would be good if the daily income could reach more than three yuan. After all, it is stable and she doesn't have to work hard. She can also take time out in the morning and afternoon to go home and rest and cook. She only has to work for a short time and can make a stable income of nearly one hundred yuan a month.
It is enough to make many workers jealous.
Qian's mother calculated and became a little anxious. This batch of goods cost her 600 yuan! If she sells them little by little, how long will it take to sell them all?
Thinking of this, she turned around and went to look for her eldest daughter.
"Xiaoyu, didn't you say that sweet potatoes are very cheap there? Why don't you ask Sanping to bring some over to me in a couple of days? I can sell some sweet potatoes every day to attract customers."
Qian Yu naturally agreed. There were piles of sweet potatoes at her husband's house, and one could buy a pound for less than a cent.
As Qian Qing expected, the canteen gradually attracted children in the next few days. Although the supply and marketing cooperative also sells snacks, most of them are sold by kilogram. How can it be like a canteen?
Candies were sold individually, and even the most reserved child could spend a penny to buy one every now and then.
A pencil costs one cent, and you can even lie on the windowsill and pick one out.
Erasers are also sold in small pieces and in different shapes!
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Mrs. Qian is a kind and patient person with children.
Qian Qing smiled as she watched a little girl with pigtails lying on the window sill. She hesitated for ten minutes before deciding which candy she wanted. Thanks to Qian's mother's good temper, the child asked for this and that over and over again, but Qian's mother didn't get angry. She smiled and showed her the candies one by one.
Qianqian was sitting in the small room, helping her grandmother clean the shelves, with a piece of candy in her mouth.
As soon as the canteen opened, Qianqian became the most envied child in the class.
What? Your brother is taller than a tree, and my dad is as strong as a bear. No one can compare to Qianqian’s grocery store!
Qian Qing smiled and said to Qian Yu: "Now you can rest assured."
After her sister came back, the thing she couldn't let go of the most was her daughter. Now she is happy to see her daughter living a happy life day after day. The younger sister was right about one thing, the environment in the city is very different from that in the countryside.
Qianqian has obviously become much more cheerful after going to school. She is well-behaved and sweet. How can she look like the dull and skinny girl she used to be?
"Qingqing, thank you."
Qian Yu was extremely grateful to his sister for pulling her out of the messy Huang family and helping her see the present situation clearly. Many brothers could not be as free of grudges and supportive as they were.
Qian Qing rubbed her arms and said, "Come on, sister. I'm getting goosebumps all over my body."
In her dream, she could see that her sister had not been doing well. But even so, her sister would give her money when she came to see her. The rolled-up money was in different denominations, and it was obvious that it was saved by her sister herself.
"Sister, do you want to ask your brother-in-law if we can go to the south together?"
Whether in her dreams or now, her impression of her brother-in-law is nothing but a good guy. But if Qian Yu wants to continue to do it with her, she still needs to find out what kind of person her brother-in-law is.
This trip to the south was a good opportunity. After all, they were going out alone, unfamiliar with the place. Qian Qing wanted to go out and explore, not to send people off. How could she simply think that the world outside was the same as the provincial capital?
Qian Yu thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go back and ask him, and buy something from my mom while I'm at it."
The pillowcase issue should have been settled, so I'll just take a few pencil cases back with me this time.
Only when the Huang family kept making trouble could the couple free themselves to do something.