When Han Fei returned, he saw Han Chengda practicing typing. Seeing his clumsy manner, an idea came to him.
"Does the school require an exam?"
Han Chengda nodded.
Han Fei just bought the computer last month. Before, Han Chengda could only practice typing when the computer room was open.
Now that he has a computer, he can practice at home.
"Do you know how to use a computer to create spreadsheets or similar things?" Han Fei asked.
Han Chengda shook his head.
"If you can learn how to make spreadsheets, you can help me manage the accounts and make spreadsheets in the future. There are about a hundred people in the division now, and the money is transferred over every day. The accounts are too messy, and I need someone to help me manage them."
"I can learn!"
"Then go and learn it."
Han Chengda lowered his head again: "The school won't teach it for now; we'll have to wait until high school."
“I know a young man who’s really good with computers. I was thinking of having him help with the accounting, but he’s an outsider, and I prefer that someone from my family handle the books. Since you want to learn, you can learn from him. He owes me rent, so we can use that to offset the rent.”
"Rent? You own a house?" Han Chengda asked with a skeptical look.
Han Chengshan, who was shining shoes next to him, found his chance to shine. He ran over and said with a grin, "I know about this. Grandpa bought a house in the suburbs. We're no longer temporary residents. Grandpa transferred all our household registrations there."
"What did you say!"
Han Chengda stood up excitedly, his eyes fixed on Han Fei: "Is what he said true?"
Han Fei shrugged: "Isn't it normal to buy a house when you have money? It's just that the house is in the suburbs, which is inconvenient for you to go to school, so you just transferred your household registration there."
Why didn't you tell me?
"You're preparing for the high school entrance exam, there's no need to bother you."
"I'd like to see the household registration book."
"OK."
Han Fei opened the wardrobe and found the household registration book hidden under a pile of clothes on the lower shelf.
Han Chengda took the household registration booklet with both hands, his hands trembling slightly.
Head of household: Han Fei.
Relationship: Grandfather and grandson – Han Chengda.
Next page Han Rou, next page Han Chengshan, next page Han Chengsi, next page Han Chengwu, next page Han Chengliu, next page Han Qi.
After closing the household registration book, Han Chengda returned it to Han Fei and quickly ran away.
Han Chengshan noticed tears in his older brother's eyes! Was he going to hide and cry secretly?
...
The next day, Han Chengda arrived at the suburban house that Han Fei had purchased, based on the address provided.
He knocked on the door, and an older brother who wasn't much older than him opened it.
"Hello, my grandfather is Han Fei."
"Are you Han Chengda, Grandpa Han's grandson?"
"Yes."
“Your grandfather has already called me. I will teach you how to use a computer. Whatever you want to learn, I can teach you if I know how.”
"I want to learn how to use spreadsheets for bookkeeping."
"What does office automation include?"
"I guess so."
"Come in first."
Because Han Fei and Old Man Xu stopped setting up their stall, Han Chengda lost his regular part-time job of six thousand yuan. He desperately wanted to learn how to manage the accounts so that he could handle the accounting when the commission from the candied hawthorn stall came in.
The old man has already promised him that if he can take the position, he will receive 8,000 yuan per month.
He originally planned to earn money through part-time work so he could buy a house and resolve his household registration issue. Now, the old man has quietly taken care of that for him.
He didn't know what the use of making so much money was, but it's always good to have money to rely on.
Just as Xiao Wu said, if his family had been wealthy back then and moved to the city earlier, they might not have encountered such a sudden disaster.
...
Old Xu was itching to try his hand at stocks, but remembering that his son was watching his performance, he couldn't let him down again, so he forced himself to hold back.
Han Fei frowned when he saw that Old Xu would always check the stock market whenever he had free time, and moved the schedule for the new business forward.
"Old Xu, let's go to the market to buy supplies so we can set up our stall tomorrow!"
"Huh? Buying supplies? Tomorrow we can just pick hawthorns from our own orchard, why bother going to the market?"
"It's not a stall selling candied hawthorns."
"If you're not selling candied hawthorns, what are you selling?"
Having gained experience in selling recipes, Han Fei focused on selling recipes, since he had many exclusive recipes in his possession.
"Selling steamed buns."
"Old Han, we're so old, why are we doing a steamed bun business? What time do we have to get up to make steamed buns?"
"If there's money to be made, will you take it?"
"But the problem is, isn't the candied hawthorn business doing well? Why go sell steamed buns instead?"
"The business of candied hawthorn has lost its value; we've already made all the profits we could. Next, I plan to follow the same approach as candied hawthorn in the steamed bun business, with the ultimate goal of taking a cut from the franchise and selling the buns."
"Old Han, are you sure your steamed bun recipe will fetch a good price? It's not as easy as making candied hawthorns!"
"You'll know once you try it."
The two first went to the market and bought fifty catties of pork foreleg. They had the vendor mince half of it and left the other half unminced.
I also bought a lot of ginger and scallions.
I gave the rice and flour shop owner the delivery address and asked him to deliver thirty catties of flour.
Old Xu looked at the thirty catties of flour and asked, "Old Han, is this much really necessary?"
"I'm just afraid it's not enough."
Fifty catties of meat can make about 250 meat buns.
He plans to use more substantial ingredients and estimates he can make 200 meat buns.
One pound of flour can make ten buns, and twenty pounds can make 200 buns. Fearing that it wouldn't be enough, Han Fei had thirty pounds sent over.
Old Xu washed and peeled the ginger, then sliced it. Han Fei washed and cut the scallions into sections. He then put the scallions and ginger into a ceramic jar and soaked them in spring water.
While the meat was soaking in the scallion and ginger water, Han Fei cut the pork leg meat that hadn't been minced into small cubes. He then mixed the meat cubes with the minced meat and stirred it together. He added the scallion and ginger water in three batches to remove any fishy smell. Finally, he turned the bowl upside down. If the meat stuck to the bowl and didn't fall off, then it was done.
Once the meat filling was ready, they started kneading the dough to make steamed buns. Old Xu was able to help with this, and later, the youngest son saw this and came over to help as well.
The youngest child confidently declared, "I'm strong; I used to help Grandma knead dough all the time!"
The initial work of making meat buns is a bit tedious, but the later wrapping of the buns is just mechanical repetition.
...
Han Fei bought a breakfast cart, which is a legal way to set up a stall, and he obtained a business license.
"Old Han, can we really make back the money we've invested?" Old Xu asked worriedly.
Han Fei handed him a freshly baked meat bun: "Try it."
"Hot, hot, hot!" Old Xu blew on it several times, bit through the skin, and the meat soup was delicious. The meat was firm and not mushy at all, but rather in chunks.
"Delicious! This meat bun is so fresh and tasty. The meat is like a meatball, bouncy and chewy, yet not tough! It's incredibly flavorful and delicious!"
"Do you still think you won't be able to recoup the cost of this car?"
Old Xu chuckled, "I'll definitely make it back! Old Han, how about I have another one?"
"These are all meant to be sold for money. If we can't sell them, you can have them."
"These buns are so delicious, how could they not sell? Please give me another one..."
Old Xu tried everything he could think of, but he couldn't get another meat bun from Han Fei.
Han Fei decided to sell the steamed buns in the park.
Breakfast should naturally be sold to the elderly first.
The elderly are the ones who get up early, and they are also the main buyers of breakfast. They buy breakfast for the whole family. If you can tap into the market of the elderly, you can earn the breakfast money of the whole family.
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