The charm of self-employed

County high school.

After school in the afternoon, Shen Roujiao walked with a few female classmates, chattering about the basketball game that had just ended. There was a boy who scored the most points. He seemed to be a freshman in high school, named Chang Geng.

When she got to the girls' dormitory, the dorm manager called her and said, "The girl who wrote the blackboard newspaper, someone from your family is looking for you. They are waiting at the school gate. Go check it out."

"Me?" Shen Roujiao pointed at herself, her eyes wide as bells. Her second brother and his friends had just come yesterday, so who could come to see her now?

"Yes, it's you." The dormitory manager looked down again and saw a crooked note in her hand: Shen Roujiao, Class 2 of Senior High School.

After exchanging a few words with her female classmate, Shen Roujiao ran towards the school gate, her two pigtails bouncing on her shoulders with a joyful rhythm that matched her good mood.

Looking from afar, she saw a man sitting on the curb, holding a book in his hand, reading intently, "Master?" Shen Roujiao slowed down her pace. Could it really be Zhou Huaiyue? What was he doing here?

The sight gradually zoomed in with the footsteps, and Zhou Huaiyue's face became clearer and clearer. "Master, why are you here?"

Zhou Huaiyue raised his head and suddenly saw Shen Rou's rosy face. Sweat beads appeared on her forehead, her shoulders shook up and down with her rapid breathing, and her eyes were filled with the red afterglow of the sunset. "Why are you running?"

His accelerated heartbeat failed to make his tone cheerful, but instead added a hint of restlessness.

"I was afraid you were getting impatient waiting for me." When she wiped the sweat off her face with a smile, her exposed little fangs were so adorable.

"This is for you." Zhou Huaiyue turned around and took out a net bag from his side, which contained a lunch box.

Shen Roujiao took the lunch box in confusion and opened the lid of the upper box. The aroma of the braised pork wafted out and went straight to her head. The ribs were from the best part, each one was the length of a palm, shiny and roasted, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, making her drool.

Not caring about getting her hands dirty, Shen Roujiao took out a piece, put it in her mouth and sucked it up. The whole piece of meat was so soft that it fell off the bone, and it was crispy, tender, and fragrant in the mouth. It was so delicious that she felt like she was flying into heaven.

After eating, have another piece of space.

She tilted her head, her eyes blinking, with a mischievous expression, "Master, you are not here specially to deliver the braised pork for me, are you?" Her tone was inflected, gentle and pleasant, and full of the coquettishness that is unique to little girls.

Not only does it sound good, it also looks good.

"You wish. I came here to buy some brushes. Your second brother asked me to bring them." Afraid that she would not believe him, Zhou Huaiyue took out two brushes to prove his innocence.

"Oh, it turns out that my second brother loves me the most." When he was working in the factory, Shen Tiancheng always managed to get some candies and treat everyone to popsicles. When he came across wild fruits, he would always pick some for his younger sister because she liked to eat them.

"Yes." This word carries twelve emotions. Affirmation contains negation, and negation contains dissatisfaction, resentment, and unhappiness.

cut!

Without his reminder, Shen Tiancheng would never have thought of giving these. Last night, Zhou Huaiyue almost made it clear.

"She is the one who loves to show off. She treated the whole village to meat, but she didn't even get a bite herself."

"Aren't you going to the county town? Bring some for them and let my younger sister and Ruyu have a taste." When Shen Tiancheng brought a small pot of braised pork, he heard Zhou Huaiyue, with a droopy face, complaining about the two dogs, and then he remembered this matter.

"Eat slowly, no one is competing with you." Seeing Shen Roujiao eating meat with her mouth full of oil, Zhou Huaiyue took out a folded new handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, "The box below is for Rushan's sister, your second brother said so."

"Oh, OK." Shen Roujiao took the handkerchief, which was brand new and hard. Just as she was about to put it on her mouth, she unfolded the handkerchief and exclaimed, "Wow, what a cute little kitten."

There is a cute little cat printed in the middle of the handkerchief, with round eyes, a flesh-pink nose, a red polka-dot scarf tied around its neck, and two pink triangular ears standing up alertly; there is a cloud border on a white background, a sky blue circle on the four corners, and small white stars dotted on it.

From the pattern to the color scheme, it is cute and sweet, and it is completely girly. It is much prettier than the pink handkerchief that Teacher Wei gave.

"Master, you are a boy, so it's not suitable for you to use such cute things." Why would Zhou Huaiyue, with his cool male model face, buy such a kawaii pattern? It's too inconsistent with his personality.

He sneered and said, "Is it suitable for you?" He said it unhappily, but he had no intention of coming back.

I saw the handkerchief by chance when I was buying a brush. At that time, I just thought that the round eyes of the little cat were very similar to Shen Roujiao when she was playing dumb. She is obviously a smart fox, but she always likes to play dumb.

"Hehe. Thank you, Master." Forced to stay, Shen Roujiao folded her handkerchief, stuffed it into her pocket, took out the pink piece, and wiped her mouth.

Suddenly, she rolled her eyes and came close to Zhou Huaiyue's eyes, her voice rising an octave, "By the way, Master. Have you finished digging the Rehmannia root next week? I'll go back and do it with you guys, too."

Their faces were so close that the tiny mole at the end of Shen Roujiao's eye could be seen clearly. Zhou Huaiyue nervously pulled his eyes back and pushed her head away with his fingers. "Don't be surprised. They were all bribed by your braised pork. There are more than 30 people who went to the village chief's house to register. There shouldn't be any problem."

Zhou Huaiyue glanced at Shen Roujiao who was pushed away. She was really a little fox who was used to winning people's hearts. How did she come up with the idea of ​​inviting the whole village to eat meat? The effect was immediate.

He would probably never know that the inspiration that flashed through Shen Roujiao's mind came from a sales technique that became commonplace decades later: tasting, trial use, trial operation...commonly known as experiential marketing.

However, the experience she set up is a results experience. As long as you make money, anyone can live a good life and eat meat whenever they want and eat as much meat as they want.

Only when you treat braised pork in brown sauce as a carrot hanging at your fingertips will you be eager to work hard, work for yourself, and work hard for the days when you can eat meat to your heart's content.

What is a self-employed person? This is the charm of being a self-employed person. You can see how much you put in every day, and you get rewards every time you give. You don't have to get off work on time at the factory, and it doesn't matter how much you work. You rely on a fixed salary, but you have no passion, no motivation, and no achievements.

Of course, the meat is not eaten in vain. After all, Shen Roujiao is doing this to make money and to make more people in the village make money for her.

There are so many medicinal herbs all over the mountains that three people cannot dig them all. Strength in numbers means more money.

The cost of setting up a medicinal material purchasing station at the source is lower than in the county town, and even if there is no cheating, there is still a high profit. With a thousand kilograms of Rehmannia and the help of the medicinal material king, she is not afraid of not being able to sell the collected medicinal materials.

......

A week later, Shen Roujiao finally waited until school was over, and hurried to the station with her Jiefang bag on her back. The last bus back to the village was at seven o'clock in the evening.

It was already half past six and time was too tight, so she quickened her pace and bumped into someone walking in at the school gate. The person was like a motionless mountain and Shen Roujiao was knocked flat on her back.

"Sorry, sorry." It was Shen Roujiao who bumped into him, but he was the one who apologized.

ah?

Puppy sound?

Nice to listen!

"Can you get up? I'll pull you up." Still the care from the puppy voice.

Within three seconds, Shen Roujiao completed the inner cushioning. People with nice voices usually don't look good. I hope this voice can have a face to match it.

She narrowed one eye and quickly scanned the bronze, heroic face. Although not the cute type, it was not ugly either. She had seen this face before, from the freshman who played basketball.

"No need, I can get up by myself. What kind of porridge do you want? Or some kind of soup?" Shen Roujiao patted the dirt off her body and asked with her head down.

ha?

Porridge? Soup?

"Forget it. What time is it now?" She had no time to chat up the guy as she was in a hurry to catch the bus.

ha?

Aren't there any normal questions?

"Forget it, I'll check it myself." When Naigou just reached out to pull her, Shen Roujiao saw that he was wearing a watch on his wrist. She squatted down, her line of sight just level with his wrist, 6:42.

No wonder they say time flies by so quickly. After the fall, Shen Roujiao only had a dozen minutes left.

Uh!

Does she know that squatting like this to check the time looks like a dog?

"Let's go. I'm in a hurry to catch the bus." She didn't bother to pay attention to the puzzled expression on Naigou's face. She waved to let him go, straightened her schoolbag, and left.

She had just taken two steps when she was pulled back. The puppy grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and asked with concern, "Why are you running?"

What a ridiculous question! What else can she do except having two legs?

"Flying to catch up?" Shen Roujiao flapped her arms like a big fluttering moth, pretending to be humorous and helpless.

"I'll take you there!" Naigou still held onto Shen Roujiao's schoolbag strap, pulled her to the school gate, and walked towards a car.

It’s a really small car.

The car has a white body, a square and stylish front face, rectangular headlights, and mostly right-angled lines. It looks like a model made of a cardboard box. It is better looking and more advanced than the Santana in my memory.

The most important thing is, what kind of family could afford a small car in 1979?

"Classmate, is this your car?" Excited Shen Roujiao had already rushed to the front, walking faster than him, and turned back to ask Naigou.

"Don't ask so many questions." His heroic eyebrows were tilted upwards at 15 degrees, and he looked quite fierce, the kind of fierceness that was childish.

Walking to the car door, the fierce man knocked on the car window, and the glass rolled down from the inside. The person in the driver's seat immediately sat up straight and said attentively, "Chang Geng, you've packed it up so quickly."

Oh, it’s soup.

Shen Roujiao finally remembered his name: Gu Changgeng.

"Uncle Wang, please take my classmate to the county bus station to catch the bus. I'm going to the dormitory to get something, and you can come back at about the right time." Gu Changgeng opened the back door and instructed her to get in.

What kind of high-level treatment was this? Shen Roujiao was so scared when she got into the car that she dared not move. She just kept looking around.

Uncle Wang held the front seat, turned his body, and glanced at Shen Roujiao obscurely, "Well, girl, let's go." She didn't dare to say anything, but just nodded.

After the car started, Shen Roujiao remembered that she forgot to say thank you. She rolled down the window anxiously and said to Gu Changgeng on the side of the road: "Geng, thank you! I'll treat you to dinner later."

Soup? There's also rice!