Qian's mother's cooking skills are very good. Uncle Qian, grandmother Qian, Qian Bu, and even Bai Guifen all started eating as soon as the dishes were served. Fortunately, Qian's mother has gained experience over the years. She put two plates for each dish. The table is made of two large tables, separated by the gap in the middle. One plate is placed on each side, so no one can get in the way of others.

At the table, eating is always a time to let people have fewer worries. The braised pork leg is unusually soft and tender, but not greasy. The fish cubes in black bean sauce have their own fragrance. The white fish meat and the rich black bean sauce make people want to eat. There is also the bacon and cabbage. The sweetness of the cabbage soaks up the glossiness of the bacon, which makes people unable to stop. The crispy pork in the bowl combines various flavors. The crispy pork that is fried first and then steamed tastes chewy...

Grandma Qian didn't care about the people at the table who hadn't finished eating until she was full. She picked her teeth and started to get down to business.

"Second brother, Qian Bu and Gui Fen are still unemployed. You see how capable Xiao Yu is now. Why don't you let Xiao Yu assign them some work? These two are capable and willing to work hard. They can do anything and will definitely not make things difficult for Xiao Yu."

Can you do anything? Qian Qing sighed that Grandma Qian's ability to lie with her eyes open was really amazing. Qian Bu had been eating dry food at home for the past few years. He was the kind of person who would not even help if the oil bottle fell. Although Bai Guifen was more diligent than him, she was obviously a person who was afraid of heavy work. If these two were really asked to work, I'm afraid they would have to pay for their anger.

Father Qian was chewing on a chicken leg. When he heard what my mother said, he nodded subconsciously.

Grandma Qian was delighted that the matter was resolved so quickly, but she heard the innocent voice of Father Qian.

"Sure, isn't Xiaoyu here? Just tell Xiaoyu what you want to do and see how Xiaoyu will arrange you."

Grandma Qian was a little depressed. Why didn’t the second child come to his senses?

Why did she bring it up now that everyone was together? It was because she thought that with him as a father, she could suppress Qian Yu and let her arrange good jobs for Guifen and Qianbu. They were all family, so would she really let the young couple work hard as powder workers?

Qian Yu on the other side accurately picked up what his father said: "Okay, I still need a sweet potato washer, and I also need someone to spread the vermicelli and freeze it at night. The sweet potato washer is charged at 10 yuan a month, and the vermicelli spreader is charged at 15 yuan a month. This year, the vermicelli can only be made for one more month at most. If it is not enough for one month, it will be paid for a full month. Food is provided, but accommodation is not provided."

Grandma Qian's eyes became dazed when she heard this. Qian Bu tried to hold back, but finally couldn't.

"Ten dollars? I don't care about ten dollars! I can earn that much in a day by selling anything in town."

Bai Guifen was also dissatisfied. In her opinion, Qian Yu's behavior was wrong. She had made so much money, and they were relatives. She didn't want her to give him money for free, but to work for him properly. So why couldn't he give her a leisurely and high-paying job just because they were relatives?

He has to spend ten or fifteen dollars a month to offend people.

"Big sister, we are such close relatives, and you are so rich, you should be nice to us. Your brother has studied to junior high school, and is a banker who collects money and does accounts? I know I am not well educated, but I can still take care of two people for you."

This statement was so ridiculous that Qian Yu didn't even need to refute it, as Qian's mother directly blocked it.

"The accountant must have at least a high school diploma, and should be proficient in arithmetic and writing. And he has to manage people. There are more than 30 people in a factory, who else is needed to manage people? Besides, Qian Yu's business will only last until next month, and the rest will have to wait until the end of the year."

Qian Bu muddled through all those years in school, and if he were asked to keep accounts, I'm afraid he would make a lot of mistakes. And Bai Guifen, she said she was in charge of people, but in reality, wasn't she just looking for a job to earn a white-collar salary?

"What? Isn't it called summer? Then you only use that large piece of land for three or four months a year?" When Grandma Qian heard that it couldn't be done in summer, she gave up the idea and secretly cursed Qian Yu in her heart.

Spendthrift! I heard he even borrowed money from the bank to open this factory. What will happen if he can't pay it back?

Qian Yu simply told him about the pig farm: "So I plan to open another pig farm. Then my cousin and his wife can come whenever they want. They can feed the pigs and cook pig food. It's twenty bucks a month."

An income of twenty yuan a month is acceptable for an average family.

But Grandma Qian and a few others believed that Qian Yu's business was a big money-making business, so when they heard the figure of twenty yuan, they felt a little psychologically disappointed.

"Sister, why are you bothering yourself with raising pigs? Why don't you make some vermicelli? Vermicelli makes more money."

Father Qian has the final say: "Making vermicelli is very tiring. I was exhausted after two days. You can earn a lot of money, but it's also very hard work. Raising pigs is good. You just need to cook some pig food for the pigs every day. There's nothing else to do. It's easier than making vermicelli. Why don't you two give it a try?"

Qian Bu and Bai Guifen: ...

Who wants to try raising pigs? What good will it do if you succeed? In recent years, every household has raised pigs, and who has made a lot of money?

Facing Qian Bu and Bai Guifen, whose faces were full of rejection, Qian's father felt a little regretful.

If he had been given the choice, he would have gone to raise pigs. Raising pigs is so good, it is not exposed to the wind or rain, and all you have to do is cook for the pigs and feed them every day.

He was a little tempted, but he didn't dare tell his eldest daughter, for fear that she would say he was not good enough. He decided to talk to Qian's mother and ask her to say something good about him.

At this time, Uncle Qian cleared his throat and prepared to speak, and Father Qian immediately felt like he was facing a powerful enemy.

Uncle Qian looked puzzled, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he could only bite the bullet and ask, "Then, second brother... can you lend me some money?"

Seeing that he couldn't get into Qian Yu's business, Uncle Qian decided to follow the example of Qian Yu and Qian Qing. It's just a self-employed business owner, right? Why not just become one? But he didn't want to be a self-employed business owner like Qian Qing and Qian Yu, it was too tiring. There was clearly a better choice in front of him.

Grandma Qian's cloudy eyes looked at Uncle Qian as if struck by lightning. How ugly it would be to say that a self-employed person is doing this! It was all done by those prisoners and hooligans! It was only because Qian Yu had a factory that she let her grandson and granddaughter-in-law come to join in the fun. If it was Qian Qing, did she pay any attention to her today?

It would be too embarrassing if the boss really became a self-employed person.

Uncle Qian seemed to have been thinking for a long time. He ignored my mother's frown and enthusiastically talked about what he knew.

"You know about Clivia, right? It's being hyped up in the north right now. It's said that a pot of Clivia can be hyped up to 10,000 yuan! Even if it's average quality, it can be sold for tens or hundreds of yuan. In the market, if you buy a pot of Clivia in the east, you can sell it for ten times the price in the west. People from all over the country are speculating in Clivia there. You can get in with a little capital, and you can make a fortune by buying any amount. Second brother, I'm not a big shot. Lend me a thousand yuan, and when I make money, I'll pay you back double."

Qian Qing and Zhou Hao looked at each other. Who in the country didn't know about the Clivia craze in the north right now?

Some people would trade their cars for a pot of good-looking Clivia. The whole northern province is crazy about Clivia, and every household has three or five pots on their windowsills. Last year, in order to curb the high price of Clivia, the government even issued a notice saying that a pot of Clivia should not be sold for more than 200 yuan, but the effect was minimal, and the price kept rising. It's not spring yet, but the news about the Clivia market on the radio is getting hotter and hotter, and the transaction price is gradually exceeding last year.

Zhou Hao looked at Uncle Qian, who was full of excitement, and poured cold water on him: "It's too late to enter the market now. There are only speculators with a lot of money inside. Don't expect to get rich even if you take 10,000, let alone 1,000."

There are too many myths about getting rich quickly, and most people have not seen many of them. If you rush in with a dream of getting rich, who knows where you will end up. The capital market is like passing the flower, and what you see is not the beauty of the flower, but who will suffer the consequences.

In Zhou Hao's opinion, the Clivia market will sooner or later collapse. If you are a well-funded person, you can try your luck in the market. Even if you don't make any money, you won't feel bad if you lose money. But for those who borrow money and bankrupt themselves to speculate in Clivia, the final result may not be as good as they think.

Uncle Qian, however, didn't think it was a big deal: "Is it okay for me to buy it and raise it myself? I don't believe I can't raise a valuable item. Second brother, just tell me whether you want to lend it to me or not?"

Mr. Qian is not stupid, how could he not understand now? My eldest brother is possessed by a demon, and he thinks that he is the only one who is the luckiest.

He shook his head firmly: "We shouldn't get involved in this. Big brother, you should just get down to earth and do something practical."

After hearing this, Uncle Qian's face turned red with anger: "If you don't want to lend me money, then don't lend me money! I can't borrow money without you? What a joke!"

Having said that, he turned away angrily.

Grandma Qian looked at her eldest son and sighed. She originally wanted the second son to help Qian Bu and Bai Guifen with their jobs, but now, nothing happened.

In line with the principle of not making a wasted trip, Grandma Qian showed her concern for her second son.

"It's really cold this year. I was freezing all the way here in the donkey cart. Luckily, Guifen took out the cotton from my old cotton jacket and fluffed it for me, so it's still warm. Second brother, you have to wear something thicker. This coat you're wearing looks nice, but it's too thin. What if you get frozen again?"

Qian Qing: …

Her father must have felt extremely guilty when he heard this. After all, the old man was wearing cotton-padded jackets that had been stretched over and over again, while he, as a son, was wearing new clothes.

As expected, Qian's father looked ashamed and said, "I forgot before. Mom is afraid of cold weather. She wears a cotton quilt year after year, and it is getting thinner and thinner. I will buy some cotton and send it back to you to make a new quilt and replace the cotton in the quilt."

Grandma Qian was satisfied, but she still refused: "What are you buying for me? I'm already half buried in the ground. Why should I wear new or old cotton? Just wear whatever you have. You're getting older. You have to take care of your health. Don't be like your elder brother, who has a dry cough every winter and never gets better."

Qian Qing: …

As expected, Father Qian also paid some attention to his elder brother: "Has elder brother seen the doctor? What did the doctor say?"

Grandma Qian: "I'm taking some medicine I got. It's just a common cold. It will be better in a few days. But the medicine is too expensive. I need to take it for a few more days if I want to cure it."

Father Qian rummaged through his pocket and took out ten yuan and handed it to Grandma Qian.

Qian's mother didn't want to bother with Qian's father. Anyway, this man only got 60 yuan a month, 40 yuan was used for household expenses, and the remaining 20 yuan was used for Qian's father to eat, so he could do whatever he wanted. Even if he gave it all to his mother, as long as he didn't place him under Qian Yu and Qian Qing's noses.

Bai Guifen wanted to fight back again, and said to Qian Yu with a flattering face: "Big sister, is it really impossible? I can also run a pig farm. Can I help you remember numbers or something?"

Qian Yu chuckled and said, "Sister-in-law, the person in charge of record keeping here is a technician, and we are going to hire someone with the same expertise from the technical secondary school."

Qian Bu was too lazy to pretend at this moment, and leaned on the stool like a boneless person: "Come on, it's not like we haven't seen people who forget their roots when they get rich. We have been in the same boat for 30 years, and who knows when someone will ask for help from whom in the future."

Qian Qing looked at Qian Bu, who looked a little lifeless and crooked, and said, "It doesn't matter what happens."

This is the kind of person who is the stone at the bottom of the river.

Grandma Qian left with Qian Bu and Bai Guifen, and Father Qian went out to see them off.

Qian Yu and Qian Qing had never expected to turn her father around and disown her grandmother, because they knew it was unrealistic. However, Qian's father, a filial son, was able to stick to his principles when facing his mother, and did not promise things that he should not promise. This made Qian Qing feel that Qian's father could be released to experience the hard work and fatigue of being a self-employed person.

When Mr. Qian came back from sending his mother off, he saw Qian Yu holding something in his hand.

Hand it over to him when you see him.

"Dad, would you like to come over and help me look after my pig farm?"