Shu Aiguo had never seen money before. He used to farm in the countryside and didn't earn more than a hundred yuan a year. It wasn't because he was lazy or not hardworking. Shanguan Village was a poor village with barren land and poor crop yields. Every household earned the same amount all year round.
In Shu Aiguo's imagined future, he raised several pigs, a flock of chickens and ducks, and grew some vegetables in the backyard. During the busy farming season, he would work in the fields, and when he wasn't busy, he would sell the vegetables and poultry. He would use the money to support his children's education, and at the end of the year, he would slaughter an old sow, and the money from selling the pork would allow the whole family to have a good New Year.
He never cared about what the coming year would bring, as the old saying goes: "If you hope for a better year this year, you'll still be wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat next year."
Shu Aiguo learned a unique skill from his ancestors—to live day to day.
Rural people live like this year after year, and they live like this for their whole lives. They've never been to school, never traveled far from home, and they're living this kind of life. What more could they want?
He never even considered going out to work, let alone becoming self-employed. He thought that working in a big city would not earn him much money, and he would have to be separated from his wife and children, leaving all the housework and childcare to his wife. He couldn't bring himself to do that.
Shu Aiguo never imagined that he, a farmer by birth, would open a furniture market in Deyang.
Xibao is the first furniture mall in Deyang and one of the largest privately owned businesses in the city. It made more than 10,000 yuan in sales on its first day of opening. In the past, when people called him Boss Shu, he was embarrassed to accept it. But now that Shu Aiguo has stepped out into the world, he is a true boss in name and in fact.
That evening, the family gathered together to count the money. Deng Fangping swallowed hard, touching the box of money in disbelief.
"More than ten thousand?"
"Yuan!"
After Chu Yu finished speaking, he took out 5,000 yuan to buy timber and machinery, and used the remaining 7,830 yuan for profit sharing. Shu Aiguo received nearly 4,000 yuan, but he felt uneasy. He felt that the money came too easily and that the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop was more stable and reliable.
"Chu Yu, isn't our furniture store making money a bit too fast? How can selling furniture be so profitable? If the government sees how much money we're making, won't they accuse us of capitalism? Won't they arrest us and put us in jail?"
Shu Aiguo's old farmer-like worries made Chu Yu happy.
"Don't worry, Second Uncle. Reform and opening up is a basic national policy. Secretary Zuo supports the individual economy and will only give our furniture city strong support. He won't strangle us! Of course, we also have to set a good example. We can't sell inferior goods as superior ones. We have to make sure the furniture is of good quality so that Secretary Zuo can rest assured."
Shu Aiguo knew exactly what was going on. He looked at the four thousand yuan and smiled contentedly. Deng Fangping hadn't expected the furniture store to bring in money so quickly. The roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop was doing very well, earning only one or two hundred yuan a day. One or two hundred yuan was not a small amount of money; it was equivalent to a year's income for other families. They earned that in a day. Wasn't that fast enough?
A furniture store can earn several thousand yuan a day, so compared to that, the profit of a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shop is not worth it.
Deng Fangping practically idolizes Chu Yu. "Last time I wanted to buy an apartment, Chu Yu advised me to wait for the furniture store to open and buy a storefront instead. I thought she was taking too big a step, but who would have thought she would make so much money on the first day?"
Shu Hui was also happy for her daughter.
When Chu Yu bought her first house, she felt like she was living a dream. Later, Chu Yu opened Mandarin, bought a second house, and opened a furniture store. Money came in like water, with a profit of more than 10,000 yuan a day.
Shu Hui finally understood that this daughter was a ray of light in her bitter life.
"Don't just think about making money. Go to bed early at night. Don't ruin your health at such a young age," Shu Hui gently advised, stroking Chu Yu's hair.
Chu Yu smiled at her mother, "I went to bed at ten o'clock, it's not late."
"Isn't it late? It's not even seven o'clock yet, and there's no one on the street. You stayed up until ten o'clock, and you still have to get up early the next day. That's tough enough."
Deng Fangping thought it was normal. What high school senior doesn't stay up late? Not to mention others, even that scoundrel Zhou Jian'an studied until dawn every day before he got into university.
"After the opening event, I'll have her uncle catch two old hens from the countryside and make chicken soup for Chu Yu to nourish her."
Chu Yu is the apple of everyone's eye in the family. They'd do anything for her, let alone make chicken soup. Deng Fangping was willing to do anything for her. Deng Fangping thought to herself that she had to take good care of Chu Yu's health and not let Chu Yu get sick.
After all, judging from the current situation, Chu Yu is the true head of the family; no one can do without her.
The weather was cold, so Chu Yu put on a stylish short down jacket. White is not dirt-resistant, and these days not many households have washing machines, so people are willing to spend a couple hundred yuan on a down jacket. But most people buy black or blue, colors that are more resistant to dirt. Compared to vibrant red, white and pale yellow are truly unpopular colors.
Mao Xia wore a light yellow down jacket, causing a sensation throughout the school. This was not only because down jackets are expensive, but also because of its bright and eye-catching color, which is rarely seen in everyday life. There were no washing machines or dry cleaners, so down jackets had to be hand-washed when they got dirty. Black jackets were more resistant to dirt and could be wiped clean, but how could you clean a light yellow one? It would have to be washed after only a few days of wear.
Only wealthy people could afford to wear such delicate pale yellow.
White is more delicate than pale yellow.
Chu Yu's down jacket is a hooded style with a loose hem, which makes her look even slimmer against the backdrop of black fleece-lined pants. A pair of leather ankle boots makes her look particularly energetic.
Deng Fangping was delighted with the sight of her. "Clothes really do make the man. Our Chu Yu looks stunning with just a little dressing up."
Not to mention Chu Yu, the other children also put on down jackets. The children were naughty, so Chu Yu bought them all black ones. Wearing black down jackets, black cotton pants, and cotton leather shoes, they looked more urban than the city people.
Deng Fangping thought that life was getting better and better, and she had hope in her heart, so she had enthusiasm for everything she did.
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