“If there had been a studio like this when I was young, life would have been much easier.”

"I don't have to worry about the men on the battlefield all day. It's really nice to have someone to talk to and kill time with, and I can also make money."

The three of them sat in the studio and chatted with everyone for a while, and Grandma Yan was quite emotional about it.

When she was young, she had three children and no one to help take care of them, so she had to stay at home. There was no work for them in the family compound, and apart from growing the two mu of private plots they were given, they lived on the money earned by Grandpa Yan.

Money is not the most important thing, and the troops will not watch everyone starve to death.

What’s hard is that I have to face three young children every day, and my husband is still on the battlefield and I don’t know if he is safe. All kinds of emotions are accumulating in my heart and I have no way to relieve them.

Although there are many neighbors, it is not easy for us to get together and chat every day because everyone is in the same situation.

After talking too much, everyone felt uncomfortable.

"It is indeed worth promoting, so that family members can find something to do, and conflicts between neighbors can be reduced accordingly."

“We can only take it slowly.”

"We have just started here and everyone has just passed the adjustment period. Even if we want to expand to other family housing estates, we need suitable management personnel. If we appoint a stranger, we will not feel at ease."

"That's what happened."

"Don't worry, you're doing very well now."

"The power of one person is ultimately insignificant. It would be great if there were more people like Xiao Yu."

Song Fu Yu just smiled and said nothing.

It is because of the information gap with later generations that she has a better understanding of this aspect, and with the help of her grandfather and Father Yan, she was able to achieve her current results.

If a person has nothing to rely on, even if he has ten thousand ideas in his head, it is impossible for them to be realized in such an environment. He can only silently wait for the arrival of reform and opening up at the end of 1977 or 1978.

On the way home from the studio, the three of them kept discussing related matters.

Basically, all the opinions expressed by Song Fuyu were nodded in approval by Grandpa Yan.

"If anyone in the Yan family has the opportunity to go into business in the future, Xiao Yu will definitely be a formidable rival. Fortunately, she is one of our own now."

"Grandpa, it's not as exaggerated as you say."

"I am also a blind man pulling the rope and groping forward."

"If Uncle Zhao hadn't given me the opportunity before, and if you and Dad hadn't helped me, I would definitely be in a daze at home most of the time now."

"What are you three talking about? You seem so happy."

Yan Ziyuan and Uncle Wu did not go to the studio with them just now. They went to the Li family's yard to pick persimmons.

"Your wife is really good. If you don't work hard, you will soon fall behind her."

"If I can't keep up, I'll just run, but I know my wife will definitely wait for me."

Xiao Yu was fifty years ahead of him, and it was impossible for him to catch up with her. He could only try to narrow the gap between them as much as possible, or at least not hold her back.

"Don't take it seriously, grandpa is just joking with you."

"How's your picking going with Uncle Wu?"

"We picked at least 200 of them. The tree is so fruitful that the branches are full of them. If we don't eat them quickly when they are ripe, we won't be able to finish them all."

"Why don't you pick another bucket? If you can't finish them all, make most of them into dried persimmon cakes. I think Sister Liu and the others will want some too."

"OK."

Yan Ziyuan took out the persimmon cakes from the bucket and placed them in the yard, then went to Li's house again.

"Xiao Yu, we've picked so many persimmons. Is there anything your grandfather and I can help you with?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go to the kitchen and get a clean basin."

Not only did he take two basins, he also took a scraper and two small fruit knives.

After dividing the persimmons into two groups, I started assigning work to my grandparents.

"Grandma, keep the stems of the persimmons here, remove the skins and put them here. I'll go to the kitchen to blanch them later."

"Grandpa, I'll leave this to you."

"First, wash the persimmons in salt water with the skin on and then peel them. Leave the skin aside and don't throw it away. You will need it later."

After arranging the work, I went to the kitchen to boil a large pot of water and peeled the skin together.

"Girl, when can we eat this persimmon cake?"

"I plan to use the ones from grandma's house to make hanging persimmons. Hang them in a well-ventilated place and they will be ready to eat in about ten days. The ones we are peeling now will take about a month to make into persimmon cakes."

“Although it takes a little longer, as long as it is stored properly, it can be kept for half a year or even a year.”

"Fortunately, we don't have to wait too long."

"If you can only look at it but not eat it every day, you will definitely become greedy."

"Although dried persimmons are delicious, they are cold in nature and should not be eaten too much. Two or three a day is the maximum."

"You can still let me eat two or three. My family bought some before, but your grandma only allowed me to eat one a day."

"Isn't grandma doing this for your own good? This is a way for her to show her love for you. If grandma didn't care about you, she wouldn't care how much you eat, but it wouldn't hurt her body."

"Yeah! I usually talk about your grandfather, but he doesn't like to hear me talk too much, and sometimes he even gets a little mad."

"I'll listen! Isn't it okay for me to listen?"

The old man and the young took turns attacking him, and Grandpa Yan was completely unable to fend off.

I can't afford to provoke you and I dare not provoke you!