Chapter 138 A person who is different from the crowd

The food is half a bag of flour and a small bag of rice.

Wang Xiaoman reluctantly put it on the ground.

If there were not two policemen beside her and President Huang had warned her just now, she would have dared to throw the flour and rice everywhere.

Before Xia Xinshan heard Song Yu Nuan's voice, he was a farmer who went out early and came back late, facing the loess and back to the sky.

But after divorcing Wang Xiaoman, knowing the family secrets, and hearing Song Yu Nuan's prophecy, he suddenly felt that he might be a person who is different from the crowd.

Not to mention being arrogant, at least he should have the confidence.

He picked up the bag, weighed it, and said sarcastically, "How poor are you? In less than a day, you have eaten three kilograms of flour and two kilograms of rice. Forget it, just feed it to the dog. I don't want it."

Wang Xiaoman glared at him and cursed, "Xia Xinshan, you are a jerk. What the hell are you talking about?"

Xia Xinshan stepped back and said, "We are divorced and have no relationship now. A good man does not fight with a woman. If you dare to curse again, I will beat your man."

After saying that, Xia Xinshan waved his fist.

Xia Xinshan is tall.

In fact, his facial features are very handsome, but his temperament is too soft. He has not been happy in the past few years. He always has a bitter face, which makes people think he is easy to bully.

But he can work and his body is really good.

At this time, staring at someone is also very scary.

The police said, "You are already divorced, and you two have no relationship. How can you, a female comrade, curse people? Take out the money and you can leave."

Another policeman said, "If Xia Xinshan hadn't let you go for the sake of the children, you and the other people who broke into the house and stole things would definitely be detained."

President Huang's secretary Xiao Zhong also followed.

If everything went well, he would not say anything.

But at this time, he had to speak.

"Wang Xiaoman, how did you promise in front of the president?"

Wang Xiaoman was shocked and had to take out the money.

Then he left in disgrace.

This happened the next day.

It was said that Grandma Xia and her family would move to Erdaohe Village, but it was impossible to go right away.

Because Chu Zizhou had not returned from a business trip. After

the house was cleaned up, they would have to live there for a while.

Song Yu Nuan stayed at her grandmother's house for the whole morning and ran back to Erdaohe Village after lunch.

Old Lady Song pulled her into the house mysteriously and told her that the last time, three days ago, they earned 3,500 yuan.

In fact, they have been excited for several days. Collapse

Selling clothes is too profitable.

A set of clothes basically costs more than 10 yuan.

In less than a day, they were all sold out.

Song Yu Nuan understood very well: "Actually, it's nothing strange. If our department store gets some new things, there will be long queues to buy them. When clothes are sold everywhere in the future, ordinary people will have more channels to buy things, and they won't buy things like robbing things."

Old Lady Song immediately became alert.

"Then we must get more while there are fewer people."

Song Yunuan asked immediately: "How do you plan to distribute it this time?"

"I have discussed it with your father. Oh, and your mother and your second aunt. Your father is the leader and I am the deputy. Your mother and your second aunt are workers."

After saying this, he looked at Song Yunuan's expression.

Song Yunuan smiled: "Grandma, why don't you be the leader?"

"Can I do it?" Old Lady Song asked with her eyes wide open.

"You have management and leadership skills, and you are the boss. The Song family listens to you. With your ability, you can go to a big factory to be the director. Isn't that enough?"

Old Lady Song was very excited and excited.

If someone else said this to her, she would have scolded the other person to get out of here. Although Xiao Nuan's praise

may be a lie, she felt proud.

But she soon realized the reality and said with regret: "I am still in charge of the finances, and I am the official. It is not only too busy, but also not in accordance with the rules. It is like the brigade headquarters. The brigade leader can be the secretary, but he cannot be the accountant."

Don't mention it, the little old lady knows a lot.

In just a few days, a team of a small family factory was set up.

Song Yu Nuan nodded: "Grandma, you are right to think so. Grab the money first, and they will listen to you."

Old lady Song was very happy.

Song Yu Nuan suddenly widened her eyes: "No, grandma, what about me?"

Old lady Song gently held her granddaughter's hand.

Recently, my hands are very smooth because I apply the gala oil my granddaughter bought for me every day.

Because they want to make clothes, their hands must be smooth and not rough, otherwise the clothes will be scratched and people will not buy them.

So now they pay great attention to taking care of their hands.

But no matter how well they take care of their hands, they are not as soft and smooth as her little granddaughter's hands.

Old Mrs. Song smiled and said, "How can I forget my most precious granddaughter? You are the chief consultant!"

Song Yu Nuan smiled and said, "Grandma, do you know what a consultant is?"

"If I can help, I will ask. If I can't help, I won't ask. That's why I call it a consultant." Old Mrs. Song replied seriously.

The two grandparents laughed together.

Old Mrs. Song gave her another ten yuan as pocket money.

She also told Song Yu Nuan that there was also Song Mingsheng's money here.

Song Yu Nuan disagreed, and then called her brother over and said, "Grandma, give it to him alone."

She wanted to see how the little brother would react now that he had money.

Old Mrs. Song had no objection. So

she gave Song Mingsheng two yuan.

This was the hard work fee for being a model that day, and also his salary.

After all, the little guy worked hard that day.

She smiled like a flower.

Her two short legs were also very cute when they were turned upside down.

Old Mrs. Song asked Song Yunuan seriously: "Advisor Xiaonuan, let me report to you about work. We don't have much fabric left now. Grandma still wants to match shoes when she sells next time. Is there any way?"

Song Yunuan said: "If there are no sufficient fabric coupons or no connections, and no sales contracts and certificates from the unit, it is impossible to buy fabric in large quantities." Collapse

This is only 1980.

It is still a long way from being able to purchase casually.

The main reason is that production can't keep up.

Demand still exceeds supply.

And it is very obvious.

Although Mrs. Song was a little disappointed, she still said, "There's no rush. We still have fabrics. Let's make the clothes and pants first, and we can talk about the other things later."

Song Yunuan said, "Grandma, you don't have to do the same thing to accumulate initial entrepreneurial funds. As long as it's legal and can make money, it's good."

Mrs. Song nodded hurriedly. Yes, that's the truth.

You can't stick to the same thing.

"Wait for me to think about it."

Mrs. Song asked Xiao Nuan to think about it slowly and not to get tired.

Now life is so good that she wakes up with a smile in her dreams.

After the rainy season, we can build a big tiled house with green bricks.

Song Yunuan then remembered that her father was doing experiments in the abandoned brick kiln in the north of the village.

So, she took her brother on a bicycle to take a look.

On the way, Song Mingsheng pointed in the direction of the commune: "Sister, can we go to the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Song Yunuan: "What are you going there for?"

"I have to fulfill a small promise first." Song Mingsheng said seriously.