How lucky she is that she can buy an antique even when she buys a bicycle!
On the way back, Lin Qingqing didn't dare let Zhou Zhuo carry her on her back, and she was reluctant to ride it herself. Instead, she pushed the bicycle worth millions carefully, fearing that if something went wrong, she would lose millions.
After returning home, she asked Xue Guixiang to make a seat cover for the bicycle overnight, wrapped the frame with a piece of soft corduroy, and finally tightened all the parts.
Xue Guixiang just thought she was interested in the newly bought bicycle and didn't ask any more questions.
The next day, she asked Zhou Zhuo to ride his million-dollar bicycle and take her to Xiaoma Village.
Well, she admitted that the bicycle was precious, but when she bought her next means of transportation, this was the one she had to ride.
No matter how much the bike is worth, it's just a means of transportation now, and its future value shouldn't negate its current value. Besides, the bike has been sitting there for nearly a hundred years, so what if she can ride it for a few more years?
Lin Qingqing is such a wealthy person that she doesn't feel uncomfortable at all even though she has a bicycle worth millions of dollars sitting on it.
While Lin Qingqing was doing the pear harvesting business, she was also thinking about what to do after harvesting this season's pears.
Pears are a seasonal fruit and are not available all year round. Although this business is profitable, it will not last long.
After considering it for a few days, she tentatively decided to take Zhou Zhuo to see a doctor after harvesting the pears, and to see if there were any business opportunities in the provincial capital.
Time flies, and the pear harvest is coming to an end.
This year, every family in Xiaoma Village that has pear trees has earned some income, and everyone is very happy.
That day, after settling the account with the last pear farmer and paying the wages to the hired workers, and deducting the money for refueling the tractor, Lin Qingqing calculated that her net profit this season was more than 59,000 yuan.
Adding the profit from delivering pears to the cotton processing factory, her net profit after rebirth has reached 60,000 yuan.
Sixty thousand yuan may not be a big deal in later generations, but in 1980, it was definitely a fortune!
Lin Qingqing deposited the money she earned into the bank. With this start-up capital, she had the confidence to do whatever she wanted.
After harvesting the pears, the weather gradually turned colder and the corn cobs in the fields were also transported home. Xue Guixiang sat in the yard every day peeling the corn cobs, and her hands were covered with small wounds from the peeling of the corn cobs.
After resting at home for two days, Lin Qingqing told Xue Guixiang that she wanted to take Zhou Zhuo to Shijiazhuang for medical treatment.
Xue Guixiang has been hoping that her son would get better, but she had no money before, so treating her son was just a luxury. Now that her daughter-in-law said she wanted to take Zhou Zhuo for treatment, she of course fully supported it.
Lin Qingqing also said that when she arrived in the provincial capital, she would look for Zhou Yuan and bring her back if she could see her.
These were things Xue Guixiang had wanted to do but couldn't, and she was very pleased that her daughter-in-law had done it for her. Regardless of whether Zhou Yuan could be found or not, her daughter-in-law's kindness was already a rare gift.
Zhou Xilai also wanted to go. He had 150 yuan salary from Lin Qingqing, plus the money he had made from reselling old tape recorders, a total of 300 yuan. He felt that this money could allow him to start a big business.
The next morning, Xue Guixiang cooked early, made sure the uncle and nephew had enough to eat and drink, and then sent them to the station.
Before getting on the car, Lin Qingqing gave her mother-in-law five hundred yuan, saying that the money was for her pocket money at home, and asked her not to save it and to be nice to herself.
Xue Guixiang refused, so Lin Qingqing stuffed it into her hand and got in the car.
Xue Guixiang's hands were shaking as she held the money, and tears of excitement flowed down like Lanzhou ramen. Compared with her own daughter, her daughter-in-law was her little cotton-padded jacket.
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