Chapter 87 Wanting a Tea Stall
Fang Minghua really thought so.
If he was assigned a job in the city after studying, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.
But what's so difficult about just setting up a tea stall? Besides, wasn't the second brother also an illegal resident in the capital a few months ago?
It would be the same if I went there, no worse than him. Anyway
, he will be admitted to the university and will definitely not have time to set up a stall. Wouldn't it be perfect to transfer it to myself?
Fang's father said: "You think he makes it sound simple! Do you know the tricks here? If you don't believe it, just wait for him to come out after taking a shower and ask. If it's really that easy, wouldn't the 400,000 educated youths who returned from the capital go to set up tea stalls?" Are
you still waiting for me to do the same thing?
Fang Minghua nodded, ready to wait for his brother to come out after taking a shower and ask carefully. It's better to transfer it to him than to an outsider.
Yuan Shufen was also a little tempted. They have three children to raise.
If she can take over the second brother's tea stall, what else is there to worry about? The two of them together earn more than a hundred yuan a month, so they don't have to ask the mother-in-law for money for everything.
In the summer, washing hair and taking a bath are quick, mainly to absorb sweat. Fang Mingche washed his hair in no time, and then scrubbed the clothes and hung them up.
Then he came out to teach the family how to make roast duck rolls to eat.
When he sat at the table, he found that his sister-in-law had quickly picked cucumbers and leek seedlings, and cut them into cucumber strips and leek seedlings according to the ones he brought back.
This was because Fang's father saw that he brought back more meat and less vegetables. He felt that with so many people in the family, it would definitely not be enough to eat all the meat, so he asked the eldest daughter-in-law to do it.
Fang Mingche nodded, "Well, let's just eat fresh ones."
He sat down and taught the family how to wrap the meat, cucumber strips, and leek seedlings, then brush the sauce and roll them up.
"That's how we eat it. Sister-in-law will use this duck bone to make soup later."
Yuan Shufen nodded, "Okay."
"You guys eat first, I'll send it to Brother Mingfeng's home. Dad, keep this bottle of Moutai (bought on the black market) for you to drink."
The wine was taken out from the house just now. Ah Yan wrapped it with two circles of foam on the outside to prevent shock and fall.
Father Fang picked it up and looked at it, "National Liquor Moutai! This has to be kept, I can't bear to drink it during the New Year."
"It's sold on the black market, you can buy it if you have money. When my admission letter is sent later, you can open it and try it. It tastes good, I'll buy you another one later."
Fang Mingche said, taking the roast duck and the navy skirt he bought for his cousin's daughter and went over.
When he went over, his cousin hadn't gotten off work yet. Second uncle, second aunt, cousin's wife and others were very enthusiastic, and repeatedly asked him to sit down and eat before going back.
"No, I think my eldest brother seems to have something to say to me. Come and sit down after the exam another day."
When he came back, the whole family was eating roast duck. Because of the hot weather, he had to eat quickly after opening the package. There is no refrigerator, so we have to finish the meal tonight.
However, with four children and three small children, there is no pressure to finish the meal in one meal.
Fang Kang was a little unfamiliar with his second uncle before. Now that he has new clothes and has eaten the roast duck brought back by his second uncle, he feels very close to him.
He looked up and said, "Second uncle, it's delicious."
Fang Mingche saw that his mouth was covered with sauce and laughed.
"If it tastes good, eat more."
Fang's father took out the admission ticket that his eldest son had received from the cram school two days ago. He put it neatly in the "almanac".
"Here, this is yours. Keep it well--"
If you lose this thing, you can't enter the examination room. In the past two years, every year, someone failed the exam because of this. It was even on the news!
Fang Mingche nodded, put it in the "Xinhua Dictionary" in the room and put it in it, leaving a corner exposed. Then he put the dictionary in a prominent position on the desk.
When he came out, Fang Minghua said, "Second brother, if you get into college, you can't run the tea stall by yourself anymore, right?"
Since the study conditions in the capital are much better, you should be able to pass the exam this year.
Fang Mingche said, "Do you want to take over?"
If there is a stall in Dazhalan, it's okay to take my brother and sister-in-law to look after the stall. Just do what Zhu Dahai did! Eat meat yourself, and give my brother and sister-in-law some soup. As long as they can learn Mandarin well.
But the problem is that self-employed people don't have stalls!
The same cart stall with an area of several square meters can provide four or five jobs for state-owned or collective units. Will it be your turn as an individual business owner?
Fang Minghua's eyes lit up and he leaned forward slightly, "Yes."
Fang Mingche spread his hands, "No chance. When I went there, stalls were set up randomly around Tiananmen Square. Because there were no jobs for the returned educated youth. I pretended to be a returned educated youth and went to set up a stall with Ayan. Your Mandarin is not standard at all, so you can't pretend. Your dialect will make people know that you are a migrant worker or an illegal resident. You will be sent back to your hometown when the time comes."
This is indeed a problem.
Fang Minghua said, "You didn't learn Mandarin from anyone. You could speak it before you married Lin Yan."
Fang Mingche pointed in the direction of the tweeter, "I learned it by listening to the radio. Yanyan listens to the radio and her mother, so she can speak authentic Mandarin with a Beijing accent. That's how we were able to stay in the capital smoothly. Besides, I'm talking about the situation when we first went there in February. Now, stalls are not allowed in the square. All vendors have been moved to the designated locations in the nearby Dashilan. Besides, self-employed people like me don't have stalls at all."
"Then how can you still set up a stall?"
"Be prepared for danger in times of peace. I had thought that if the stalls became popular, they would definitely be rectified. After all, it was Tiananmen Square, and it couldn't be too noisy. So, I taught myself some English that I could use for business, and worked as a translator for the handicraft cooperative. They had to rely on me to talk business with foreign tourists. That's why they were willing to rent a car stall for me in their own stall. The rent was 30 yuan a month! So, if my brother and sister-in-law want to go to the capital to make money, the language barrier must be overcome first. You should learn Mandarin by following the radio."
Fang Minghua and Yuan Shufen nodded. If you want to go to the capital, you really have to be able to speak Mandarin. Otherwise, how can you continue to work as a gangster?
Fang's father was surprised and said, "You can even talk to foreigners?"
"I can speak simple things, but not complex ones."
Fang's father looked at his eldest son, and I said there must be something behind this. However, his youngest son was still very proud that he could do well in the capital. If he gets admitted to university, he would see who would dare to say that his second son had a problem with his brain.
Fang's mother ate a roast duck roll, but she didn't eat it even though she liked it very much. And she looked at her eldest daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
If there is something good at home, it should be left for the main laborer and grandson. It's good enough for women to eat a little.
Yuan Shufen and Fang Fang had no choice but to stop. They couldn't eat meat for many years, and eating this roast duck was really delicious.
Yuan Shufen stood up and said, "I'll go cook, Fang Fang, light the fire for me."
"Okay." Fang Fang wiped her hands quickly and got up to work.
She is a girl, and she must be smart at home. Otherwise, grandma will not like it.
(End of this chapter)
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