Zhang Hezhi was also an impatient person; he picked up the math test paper and went to the classroom.
The students in Class 5 of Senior Three were cleaning up and chatting about their summer vacation experiences. When Zhang Zhihe entered the classroom with the test paper, they immediately fell silent.
Oh no, it's never good when the teacher brings the test papers into the classroom.
Zhang Zhihe walked up to Jiang Qilue's seat. Despite the noise around him, Jiang Qilue was still focused on writing math problems. Zhang Zhihe was so happy to have such an easy student.
"Jiang Qilue, come with me for a moment."
Jiang Qi pushed up his glasses slightly and followed Zhang Zhihe to the stairwell. Zhang Zhihe pulled out an exam paper without a name on it.
"I just finished grading the test papers. All 20 students in our class who received the test papers have finished and handed them in. This one is extra. Did you leave it in my office? Can you talk to the teacher about it? Could it be that a relative of yours wrote it and wants me to help you grade it?"
It's not impossible. Although Zhang Zhihe repeatedly emphasized that the exam papers should not be circulated, it's unavoidable for relatives to borrow exam papers from each other. If Jiang Qilue really wanted to lend them out, Zhang Zhihe couldn't say anything.
As a teacher, is he really going to cover up the exam papers and not let others see them? It's a good thing that students want to learn, and regardless of whether they are his students or not, a teacher shouldn't be so petty.
Jiang Qilue's gaze lingered on that test paper for a few seconds. Incredulously, he pulled out his own test paper. He, the top student in the grade, had gotten six questions wrong, while the little girl who sold quail eggs had gotten a perfect score.
His face looked unwell, so Zhang Zhihe pressed him for details:
"What exactly happened? Whose paper is this perfect score? Did your mother hire a tutor for you?"
In the early 1980s, private tutors were not common, but it was not difficult for powerful and wealthy families to hire tutors to help their children with their studies.
Jiang Qilue's mother works in the education system and has always valued Jiang Qilue's academic performance. Whenever Jiang Qilue ranked second in his grade, his mother would personally visit Zhang Zhihe.
Zhang Zhihe guessed that Ms. Xu had hired a tutor for Jiang Qilue, and the purpose of this test was to test the tutor's ability, since even a high school teacher might not be able to answer the questions on this test.
Getting a perfect score proves that the teacher is competent.
Jiang Qi pushed up his glasses slightly. "I don't have a tutor. This test paper was made by a girl who sells quail eggs."
"What?" This was so absurd that Zhang Zhihe wanted to remind him that if you're going to make up a story, you need to make it believable and logical for people to believe it.
Jiang Qi then recounted his encounter with Chu Yu to Zhang Zhihe, who found it increasingly bizarre.
How could a small business owner selling quail eggs solve such a difficult math problem?
These were training questions he specially found from out of town; even college students might not be able to solve them. This little girl just glanced at them and got full marks.
Zhang Zhihe thought it was impossible because of his adult judgment, but Jiang Qilue was a serious person and wouldn't talk nonsense.
Where is her stall?
“Her mother sells roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) near the municipal hospital. You can go and see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Zhang Zhihe thought to himself, if this were true, she would definitely be a top student! What teacher wouldn't be excited to see such a promising student? He wished he could skip class and go test the girl right now, and if she didn't have a school, he would snatch her up and bring her to Dezhong!
Be Zhang Zhihe's student!
Chu Yu was unaware that she had gotten a perfect score on the test she had casually done.
In her past life, when she was in high school, her best subjects were math and English. It wasn't that she wasn't good at Chinese, but Chinese essays were subjective, and in the monthly exams, the unspoken rule for teachers to grade papers was to deduct at least eight or ten points from the essays.
Math and English are different. Except for English essays, right is right and wrong is wrong. Chu Yu always gets high scores in both math and English.
Chu Yu got off the bicycle, and Chu Xiang's eyes lit up. She handed the money to her sister like a treasure.
"Look, I sold 220 quail eggs! And 46 buttons!"
Selling quail eggs is much easier than selling buttons. With Chu Yu gone, the buttons just won't sell. No matter how hard she tries to promote them, people just don't appreciate her buttons.
Ultimately, it's because Chu Xiang isn't as pretty as her sister, and Chu Xiang herself knows this.
But quail eggs are different. Her clumsy sales pitch made her seem sincere and reliable, and aunties who love to get a bargain were willing to come here to buy them. Occasionally, they would ask her to give them one for free, and Chu Xiang would agree.
"Xiangxiang is amazing!" Chu Yu praised.
Chu Xiang felt embarrassed by her sister's praise; her sister had never praised her like that before.
Chu Xiang blushed, "Sister, this morning Second Uncle said that the brooding quails have started laying eggs, and from now on there will be quail eggs for sale every day!"
Chu Yu was also considering this matter. Selling quail eggs and buttons together wasn't impossible. However, the warehouse in Deyang hadn't been rented yet, and there wouldn't be a place to store the goods once they arrived, so there would inevitably be times when they couldn't handle the workload.
Buttons are much more profitable than quail eggs, but if the supply of quail eggs can be stable, my second uncle's family makes two thousand a week, and Zheng Laojiu makes one thousand. Each quail egg can earn three cents, so that's a profit of ninety yuan a week, and three hundred and sixty yuan a month.
If you don't compare it to the profit margin on buttons, and just look at it from a different perspective, earning 360 a month is quite impressive!
We can't just sit there and not make money, can we?
Chu Yu then thought that he should quickly find a storefront and a place to live so that he could store all his goods at home and run two businesses without having to fight over them.
Chu Xiang could tell what she was thinking, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally said:
"Sis, how about I help you sell quail eggs?"
"You also want to learn how to do business?" Chu Xiang looked at Chu Yu, who hadn't expected her to have this ambition. "You're going back to school in September, and your studies will be very demanding. If you sell quail eggs, I'll affect your studies."
“I’m only two or three years younger than you. I can’t expect you to support me, can I? Selling quail eggs in my spare time is a way to relax and won’t affect my studies at all. Besides, you started your own business because you see the potential in it, right? I also want to gain some experience and help my family earn more money.”
Chu Xiang is indeed a steady and reliable person. Selling quail eggs may seem insignificant, but there's a lot to learn in this small business. If you can do a good job with a small business, you'll definitely have a better understanding of money. This indirectly cultivates Chu Xiang's financial acumen, which is only beneficial and has no drawbacks.
Chu Yu agreed, "Okay, if you want to do it, then do it. You can set up a stall with me from now on, so we can look after each other."
"Sis, I'm helping you. All the money I earn is yours!"
Chu Yu was amused by her, "What would I need your money for? You can save it for yourself and keep a little stash of money."
"That won't do. I like you, so I'm willing to give you money!" Chu Xiang waved her hand and pushed her bicycle away.
No sooner had she left than several men surrounded Chu Yu's stall. The leader was a man with medium-length hair, wearing a polyester shirt, black pants, and black leather shoes.
Even though I'm standing still, my legs keep shaking. I don't know what serious illness I have.
The man had something clearly tucked into his left waistband; it looked like an iron rod.
The men behind him all looked smug, practically swearing that he was a "bad guy."
Chu Yu remained composed, stood up, and politely asked, "What would you gentlemen like to buy? Quail eggs, or buttons?"
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