In the eyes of his classmates, An Jingzhi used to study hard, but he didn't seem to be as hardworking as he is now. How could he explain it? Confidence, yes, confidence!
Although An Jingzhi seemed to be a good student before, there was always a lingering trace of inferiority in his eyes.
It makes people feel very distant.
This time when he came back, An Jingzhi got along with his classmates as usual. He didn't make any special friends, but the feeling he gave them was different.
Without caring what his classmates thought of him, An Jingzhi completed his studies in his major step by step. After the exams, he prepared to pack his bags and go home for the winter vacation.
There must be a lot of things waiting for him in the village.
He knew in his heart that this stall was not a long-term solution, but it was enough for a temporary transition.
Xiaoliang Village.
"Hey! Jingzhi is back!"
"Hello, Uncle Quan."
"Oh, Jingzhi is back?"
"Hello, Uncle Lin."
Along the way, people kept greeting An Jingzhi, but they were all men.
It was almost Chinese New Year, and there was not much farm work to do. The women were busy making pants, and the men, with nothing better to do, were just visiting friends and family.
Quite a few people gathered at the An family. They were originally busy making money and didn't visit each other, but now that it was the Chinese New Year and everyone knew that An Jingzhi was coming back, many people came to Grandma An's house hoping to meet An Jingzhi.
"Grandma! I'm back!"
Grandma An stopped what she was doing and said to Grandma Wang next to her, "Is that Jingzhi's voice?"
Grandma Wang listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer and said happily: "Isn't it? Look, people are coming in."
When Grandma An saw him, she quickly got off the kang and put on her shoes. "Oh, my dear grandson."
An Jingzhi stepped forward to catch Grandma An, "Grandma, did you miss me? Your eldest grandson is on vacation."
Grandma An's wrinkled eyes carefully looked at An Jingzhi, "Grandma thinks about Jingzhi every day. You've lost weight."
An Jingzhi, “…”
You are older, so you have the final say.
An Jingzhi followed several aunts present and greeted his grandmother.
Seeing that Grandma An was busy reminiscing with An Jingzhi, the elders did not stay long. After chatting for a few words, they gave the time to the An family and went back to their own homes.
Grandma An and An Jingzhi talked for a long time before she asked her daughter-in-law to go home and buy a lot of meat to prepare dinner.
In the evening, Grandma An personally directed Mother An to cook, making braised pork, steamed fish, pork stewed with tofu, spicy chicken, boiled pork, and spicy and sour potato shreds.
Under Grandma An's command, the delicious dinner was snatched up soon after it was served.
But An Jingzhi didn't need to fight for the food, or no one dared to fight with him. He just put a plate in front of him with all the dishes on it.
All of the food was picked up by Grandma An, who encouraged him to eat more while picking up the food. He lost a lot of weight.
The reason why I used the plate instead of putting it in the bowl was because there was no room for it. This bowl could not contain the deep love of Grandma An.
An Jingzhi was full and looked very satisfied. "Oh, it has to be my milk. It smells so good."
An Chengyi and An Boyou, "Yes, yes, yes!"
Grandma An glanced at the two people's unpresentable eating habits with disdain, but Jingzhi was still very particular.
Others had to snatch as much as they could eat, but An Jingzhi had a large plate in front of him and didn't need to snatch at all. Compared with them, wasn't his eating manner very elegant?
Grandma An looked at An Jingzhi kindly, feeling proud in her heart, "If it tastes good, eat more. What do you want to eat tomorrow?"
Now the An family has made a lot of money selling pants, and the family doesn’t want to be as frugal as before, so it’s not difficult to add some meat to every meal.
The same goes for other people in the village. No one can't afford meat. At least they can cut down some meat twice a week and take it home to eat. Even the poorest can cut down some meat once a week.
An Jingzhi said sincerely, "I like everything made with milk."
Grandma An was amused by his serious expression, "Hahaha."
…
An Jingzhi called An Chengyi, An Boyu and five other sales teams to find out the situation.
An Chengyi and his friends were a little embarrassed, “Now there are more and more people selling things with us, and they also learn to dance disco like us.
Some people sell pants cheaper than us. But when I checked, the quality of their pants is not as good as ours. But some people just want to save money. So their business is better than ours.
Everything was arranged well when An Jingzhi left, but now they have done it like this.
When An Chengyi said this, several people blushed and lowered their heads, not daring to face An Jingzhi.
An Jingzhi patted An Chengyi on the shoulder and said to everyone: "Okay, I get it, it's not your fault."
An Jingzhi tried to comfort them, fearing they would lose confidence. He said it wasn't their fault. An Jingzhi wouldn't let them lower their prices, and now there were more and more competitors.
Most people who buy pants are young people. They don't care about the quality. As long as they look good and they are all the same, why not choose the cheaper ones?
An Boyou, Lin Hui and others felt much more relaxed after being comforted by An Jingzhi.
To be honest, the pressure on them increased after An Jingzhi started school. The whole village was counting on them to sell pants, so they were away for longer and longer periods of time. Every time they went out, they felt very nervous, afraid of disappointing the villagers' expectations and An Jingzhi's trust.
An Jingzhi took the five of them and took the pants to sell around, and business was indeed not very good.
However, they didn't bring much, and seeing An Jingzhi's eloquence, they were sold out in half a day.
I'm not here to sell pants.
An Jingzhi took them to see several shops, all of which were in good locations that he had noticed before.
Finally, we chose a shop with a large flow of people, a spacious location, and a two-story street-facing shop.
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