The economic foundation determines the superstructure. Although the Qian family was not ruled by father Qian in the past, he still made most of the decisions on major family matters.

Now, Qian's mother has become more confident and doesn't need to care about anyone's expression. When she talks to Qian's father, she is no longer like before, always saying yes to everything.

Father Qian was speechless and could only mumble, "Nonsense! I have worked for the factory for so many years and I am about to retire. Why am I still struggling?"

Qian Qing disagrees. Her father's thoughts somewhat reflect the inherent thinking of many workers today. They all feel that once they are gone, all they have done for the collective will be wasted. The older generation has lived in the collective all their lives, and it is difficult for them to get over the gains and losses of their own lives.

In fact, since the first batch of university graduates were assigned jobs, social trends have changed a lot. Now many workers have gone out to look for business opportunities. Qian Qing expects that this number will be even higher next year. The original lifestyle and concepts have been washed away. In addition, since the whole family is self-employed, Qian's father will have to figure it out sooner or later.

After the meal, Qian's father took out forty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Qian's mother. Although his wife can earn money now, she still has to hand in the wages she owes.

"The weather is getting cold. Buy some thick clothes for Qianqian. Children always grow fast."

Mother Qian took the money and gave Father Qian ten yuan. She couldn't help but grumble: "I'll go back after Qianqian comes home for the weekend. If you're not used to eating in the cafeteria, go out and buy some food. Don't be picky. If you end up lying in bed sick, I'll have to take care of you. Wouldn't that delay my earning money?"

Mr. Qian was quite happy when he first heard the story, thinking that his wife cared about him. However, the final twist completely destroyed his happiness.

“…I’m leaving.”

Qian Qing looked at her father's lonely figure and smiled as she hugged her mother's arm: "Look at how miserable my father is, aren't you worried at all?"

Qian's mother said angrily, "What are you worried about? When I see Qianqian now, I think of your sister. If your father hadn't foolishly given my workstation away last year, your sister would have brought Qianqian to the city long ago, and there wouldn't be such a small matter now. I get angry when I see him! You still have the nerve to say that your sister is getting divorced. Who is to blame for the divorce? It's all your father's fault! He lost my workstation! It's also my fault for not insisting last year. The two of us old people have already let your sister down, and now your sister can find another one right away, let alone a divorce."

Qian Qing could understand her mother's mentality. Her mother had already gotten over the panic of "what should I do if my daughter gets divorced" and successfully switched to the current stage of venting her anger of "it's divorce, so what? It's all your fault, it's all my fault." When Qian's father came over, it would be strange if Qian's mother didn't take the opportunity to vent her anger.

Qian's mother complained about her sweet-faced but bitter mother-in-law, and scolded Qian's confused father again, and then she calmed down and asked Qian Qing: "How is your sister's vermicelli factory?"

"It's fine. Zhou Hao went to change the wiring for her a few days ago and helped adjust the machinery for a day. The loan has been approved, and my sister has been busy with the formalities and site preparation these days. Work will start in a few days."

Qian's mother had never owed money for decades, not to mention that with Qian Qing's guarantee, Qian Yu was able to loan out a huge sum of 8,000 yuan! The thought of it made Qian's mother's heart beat fast.

"Will your sister be okay if she stays there alone? It's a factory after all. What if someone ruins it? And there are people from the Huang family who live so close. What if the Huang family goes there again? In my opinion, don't form a partnership with the Huang family. It will be a mess and your sister will inevitably suffer in the future."

Qian Qing persuaded Qian's mother: "My sister can hold on. How can she open factories if she is worried about this or that? I have seen the wife of Huang Laoer's family. She is quite clear-headed. Now they are the ones begging my sister, not my sister begging them. After all, my sister has the site and machines, and they only have sweet potatoes and labor. Huang Laoer's family should be smart to know that if my sister wants to change people to cooperate, there are many people in the village who can fill the gap. My sister doesn't want to care about the Huang family. If Huang Laoer wants to cooperate with my sister for a long time, he has to block the Huang family for my sister. It is safer this way. Otherwise, even if my sister runs a little further away to open a factory, the Huang family will still be able to get through if they are interested."

Mother Qian thought about it and felt that her little daughter was right. With Huang Laoer as her son, she could fool around, so even if Mrs. Huang went out to mess around, her son would take care of her.

"How long will it take for this machine to come out? Why don't I go to the morning market and sell vermicelli for your sister?"

Qian Qing waved her hand and said, "It's very fast, but how to sell it depends on my sister. How much can we sell in one morning market with so many bundles? It's too troublesome to transport them back and forth."

It will take another half a month for the vermicelli issue to come to fruition, but right now Qian Qing has another good thing on her agenda.

"Mom, I'm going to buy two TV sets. What do you think?"

Qian's mother was a little surprised: "Just buy it, one is enough, why do you want two?"

"I'll put one in your canteen, and the other one here."

Qian Qing was reluctant to put the TV back in her home. She and Zhou Hao were both busy and not at home all day. Not only was the TV not used much, she also didn't like having a crowded house full of people watching TV.

"I'll put one in your store. You can watch some TV during the day to change your mood. You can also put on some cartoons on the weekends to attract more people to the store."

The instant noodles with the blue-skinned Smurf picture she brought back from the provincial capital did not sell well at all. Qian Qing and Ding Jie ate nearly half of them. The reason was that many children had never seen The Smurfs. Even Qian Qian could only sing and did not know the plot.

Qian Qing didn't give up. She thought the idea of ​​adding pictures to instant noodles was a good one. The reason why it couldn't be promoted was that there were few cartoons now and few families had televisions.

When it comes to making money, Qian Qing is not afraid of any trouble. Just like she wants to sell pictures when selling clothes, she also needs to know what children like when selling snacks to children.

"Put another one in your house, and I'll come over when I want to watch it."

Qian's mother knew her daughter had made money, so she didn't bother her about it. "That's fine. Leave it here with me first. When the kids have their New Year holiday, you and Zhou Hao can move one away."

You still need tickets to buy a TV now, and there are few tickets. But Qian Qing, who used money to pave the way, collected two TV tickets in just a few days. Instead, he had to wait for several more days to get the TV in stock.

One of the two TV sets was delivered to the canteen, and Qianqian was given the position of projectionist that night. Qian's mother had to go home to cook, and a group of children gathered around the TV, blinking their eyes and reluctant to leave. I don't know which TV station was broadcasting "Wu Song", and the group of little kids were watching with relish.

Qian's mother had no choice but to tell Qianqian to turn off the TV after an hour and that everyone who needed to go home should go home, otherwise their parents would come to find them.

Mrs. Qian's prediction was correct. Some parents came before they had even waited an hour. She was going to pick up her child and spank him, but when she saw the TV,

Oh, Wu Song is shaking his head and beating Jiang the door god inside. Well, now the parents are also crowding on the windowsill at the door to watch.

One by one, the parents came and fell into the same trap as their troubled children. By the time Qianqian realized what was happening, an hour had passed.

"I'm going to close the shop! Grandma gave me an hour to go home for dinner."

If it were just the little kids, Qianqian might not be able to close the door properly, but it was different when the parents were there. They all held their kids and greeted Qianqian with a smile. Some of the kids who had more pocket money bought two candies and put them in their mouths, tied their schoolbag straps on their foreheads, and chased each other home like crazy.

"Wu Song is so awesome, hey ha——"

"You are a piece of shit Wu Song! I am Wu Song, you are Jiang Men Shen."

"Don't run if you dare. I, Wu Song, will beat you to death!"

…

Qianqian pulled down the board covering the window, closed the window, took out the key and locked the door. Then she skipped back home with her good friends.

Huang Sanping's departure did not make Qianqian indulge in sadness. Qian's mother Qian Qing, and even Ding Jie and Zhou Hao, recently liked to take Qianqian out to play. Zhou Hao even made a small wooden house for Qianqian with wooden boards. Qianqian stuffed the teddy bear given by her aunt into it, which was just the right size.

Qianqian secretly thought that even if she was asked to go back to her grandmother's house now, she would not be willing to do so. It was so good here, and her aunt, uncle-in-law, cousin, and friends were all so nice to her.

Here, she would not be scolded for eating a little more, nor would she be locked out for making mistakes. Everyone liked her. The teacher even made her a study committee member.

However, it is very difficult to be a study committee member. You need to do very well in the exams, so Qianqian has been studying very hard recently. She has to recite the text to her grandmother every day.

The TV at Qian's mother's house was not neglected either. People in the whole building, whether they knew her or not, came to watch the TV and it was lively.

Zhou Hao plugged the antenna outside and started to debug the radio station. Someone pointed out: "The antenna needs to be placed high! If it is lowered, there will be no signal."

Zhou Hao was very concise in front of outsiders: "No, once the direction is adjusted, you don't have to worry about the height."

Soon, the snow on the TV turned into a clear image. The neighbors around me were just like it was New Year's Day.

"Hey, hey, hey, stop it. Wasn't that the news station?"

"Back off a bit."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

…

Qian's mother was also generous. A group of people held their bowls and gathered in Qian's house to watch TV, either standing or sitting.

Zhou Hao didn't show it on his face, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. After all, his wife was right. If this happened at home, it would be so noisy with so many people around.

Qian Qing thought that Qian's mother would be restless today, so she had a rare opportunity to cook at home. Her cooking skills were average, but her hot pot was decent. She fried the chili peppers with the window open, and then added a lump of butter given by Qian's mother.

Then add some potato slices, green vegetables, bean curd sticks, frozen tofu, and mutton...

Finally, he prepared two plates of dipping sauce and asked Zhou Hao to move the small stove into the house. Then the two of them ate hot pot by the stove.

The butter had a long and fragrant aroma, and the bright red ingredients and the bright red dipping sauce made both of them sweat while eating.

"Hiss - Zhou Hao, didn't you say you wanted to go to a vocational college? When does it start?"

"After the Chinese New Year, the first batch of recruits will have to take exams, so I will start preparing soon."

Qian Qing picked up a piece of mutton for Zhou Hao and said, "What's your major? I think universities have different majors."

Zhou Hao remained calm and said, "Chemical Engineering, Engineer Fang suggested that I choose this, saying that it is the general trend in the future."

"Isn't Engineer Fang involved in natural gas? Why do you suggest that you learn a craft?"

Zhou Hao explained to his wife in detail: "Engineer Fang said that in the next 10 to 20 years, our country's natural gas industry will definitely take off. Natural gas is the general trend, but in the next few years, there will be problems with pipeline design. Chemical engineering processes include this aspect, so Engineer Fang suggested that I go and learn it."

Although Qian Qing didn't understand, she always gave in to Zhou Hao in terms of study and major. Zhou Hao, who was in technical secondary school at that time, could still tutor her for high school questions!

"By the way, why haven't I heard anything happening next door recently?"

It's no wonder Qian Qing was suspicious. She had been out all the time and was busy when she came back. She didn't pay much attention to Wan Zhenzhen's family. She only saw Wan Zhenzhen once. She was walking around in the corridor with a big belly. Her facial features were all fat.

"Yeah, it's quiet. Apart from Wang Hua's mom going out to buy something, hardly anyone is seen coming out."

It can be seen that after Wang Hua knew Wan Zhenzhen's secret, he completely controlled Wan Zhenzhen.

Qian Qing was still wondering why Wan Zhenzhen was still so fat. Would she be able to give birth to a child if she continued to be so fat?

Zhou Hao didn't know either, but he did mention Wang Hua's recent sneaky behavior.

"I don't know what he's been busy with lately. He's always arriving late and leaving early."