It's 1977 now. In 1978, that great man will bring up the issue of reform and opening up.
At that time, individual businesses across the country will spring up like mushrooms after rain.
However, reforms are not always smooth sailing; some people have made a fortune only to fall from grace.
At least she always remembered that red line: no more than eight people could be hired.
This line was only gradually opened up later as the economies of various regions developed rapidly.
She only knew some general trends, but she didn't have any invincible strategies, nor was she so reckless as to test the limits of danger.
All she wanted was for her family to live peacefully and for her to earn some money to improve their lives.
The eldest child noticed his father constantly glancing at his mother and felt that he, his younger siblings, and even his grandmother were somewhat superfluous.
In the car, Li Huai naturally didn't ask anything.
However, once they got home and put the sleeping Sanwa down, he couldn't help but ask.
"Qinglan, what are you worried about?"
"Oh, I...no." She immediately denied it.
"But you seem to have something on your mind."
Seeing her husband's worried expression, Zhao Qinglan felt embarrassed.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she seemed to have forgotten to rein herself in.
"It's nothing, it's just that Qingzhu mentioned wanting to expand the store, and that's what I've been thinking about."
"If there's anything you don't understand, you can tell me."
"It's okay, I've figured it out. I just think things are fine as they are now, and we shouldn't expand blindly."
"So what do your sisters think?"
"Qingzhu and Qingju, don't worry about them. I told them it's not the right time yet, and they listened." Although I don't know how long they'll keep listening.
However, she'll deal with whatever changes occur when the time comes.
"Qinglan, we have enough money at home, you don't need to work so hard." In retrospect, he was the one who wronged his wife and children. Otherwise, should he ask Zhang Yu about the matter he mentioned on the phone last time in more detail next time?
"I didn't work hard at all. I'm basically a hands-off manager when it comes to things at the store."
Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Huai finished speaking and she left the room, her mother pulled her aside again.
"Qinglan, your sisters don't understand. Don't worry, Mom will listen to you in everything." She was afraid that her three daughters would have some disagreements over things at the shop.
Zhao Qinglan was quite touched by her mother's unconditional trust.
"Mom, it's okay. I've explained everything to Qingzhu and the others."
"That's good, that's good. You can't hide anything from Mom."
"knew."
Perhaps afraid that her absent-minded thoughts would worry her family, Zhao Qinglan said she was preparing lesson plans for class, but instead unconsciously started writing in a notebook.
For example, key milestones such as the seven or eight years of reform and opening up.
After sorting through her thoughts for a while, she felt her memory had become much clearer. She tore off the paper, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.
It's called a trash can, but it's really just an old, worn-out bucket that they put in their house to serve as a trash can.
After sorting through her memories, she began to actually prepare her lesson plan.
The next day, Zhao Qinglan and Da Wa left, leaving only Sun Shi, Er Wa, and San Wa at home.
When Erwa went inside to get something, he accidentally swept up some crumpled paper from the trash can and remembered the paper airplanes his older brother had just taught him to make.
He picked the crumpled paper out of the trash can, then unfolded it and started folding it into a paper airplane.
Finally, classes officially began, and it would be a lie to say that Zhao Qinglan wasn't nervous at all.
Because she had no prior teaching experience, she was teaching first grade.
Coincidentally, Xiaoduo was a first-grade student. When she saw her mother standing on the podium, she whispered to her deskmate, "That's my mom."
After a brief self-introduction, Zhao Qinglan asked the children to open their textbooks and begin the lesson.
At first, she was a little nervous when she spoke, but as she spoke, she regained the feeling she had when she taught the older children, and she became more and more fluent and composed.
Knowing that it was her first official day of teaching, Principal Wei made a special trip over, listened for a while at the door, and left after finding that Zhao Qinglan was teaching very well.
The beginning is always the hardest. Once the first lesson went smoothly, the subsequent lessons became much easier.
There were teachers who originally wanted to see Zhao Qinglan make a fool of herself, but after discovering that she had done everything very well, they had to put away their little secret thoughts.
When Zhao Qinglan returned home after class, she saw that the trash can was empty and assumed that her mother had already taken out the trash. She never expected that the paper she had used to organize her memories had turned into a paper airplane and was now sitting on the table in Erwa's room.
After finishing his meal, the eldest child returned to his room, saw the airplane on the table, picked it up, and started throwing it.
After the paper airplane glided and fell, he would pick it up and fly it again.
Li Huai was worried that his wife would only report good news and not bad news about what was happening at school, so he thought for a moment and took advantage of the time when his wife went to the bathroom to wash up to come and find out what was going on.
As soon as he came in, a paper airplane flew right towards his face, but he caught it with his hand.
Just as she was about to return the paper airplane to her son, she glanced at it subconsciously and saw some words on it. She then brought the paper airplane up to her face and examined it carefully.
After vaguely seeing a few words, his expression changed.
"Dad, give me back my airplane!" the eldest child demanded.
"I'll take this airplane and fold you a new one."
Although he didn't know why his father did this, the eldest child nodded.
Li Huai no longer had the mind to ask his son anything and immediately went back to his room.
Sitting at the table, he slowly unfolded the paper airplane, and after it was flattened, he carefully looked at the words written on it.
The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.
He could naturally recognize whose handwriting it was, and it was precisely because he could recognize it that his heart was stirred.
Because of this piece of paper, he was reminded of his wife's several previous unusual behaviors.
After sitting quietly for a while, he suddenly took out a match, lit the paper, and threw it into the trash can. Only when he saw that the paper had completely turned to ashes did he breathe a sigh of relief.
As soon as Zhao Qinglan entered the room, she smelled something burning, which immediately puzzled her.
"What's on fire?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I caught a bug, wrapped it in paper, and burned it."
Although she found it a little strange, Zhao Qinglan didn't ask and went to the bed to start making the bed.
She didn't notice the strange look in her husband's eyes as he looked at her from behind.
After Zhao Qinglan fell asleep, Li Huai opened his eyes again and began to examine her closely.
Who exactly is his wife? And what secrets does she hold?
Why did she write about events that would happen in the next few years? Was it a prediction, or something else?
It seems that his wife has always had a very keen observation of national affairs.
Should he find an opportunity to ask her?
This conflicted and complicated feeling kept him up for most of the night.
However, when dawn broke, he still hadn't made up his mind, simply because he was afraid of hearing an answer that wasn't what he wanted.
When Zhao Qinglan woke up, she found that the bedside was empty, and when she went outside, she found that her husband was not there either.
Seeing that she was looking for someone, Mrs. Sun answered.
"My son-in-law said there was something going on at the military camp and he has already left."
Li Huai, who had left home early under the pretext of having something to do, was sitting in his office in a daze.
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