Chapter 3 Earn rice noodles for the little girl

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 3 Earn rice noodles for the little girl

Zhao Jing was thinking this in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Wenmu had made sarcastic remarks to their mother and daughter every day, and now that she was feeling a little better, she didn't want Zhao Wenmu to be unable to come to power.

I just secretly vowed to take good care of my little girl.

If Zhao Wenmu really dares to take advantage of his little girl, she will fight him tooth and nail!

Zhao Wenmu didn't know that in just a few minutes, Zhao Jing had already considered so much in her mind.

I just had to think about where to bury him.

He was also thinking in his mind, how could he make money?

It is now the spring of 1980, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown across the southeastern coast. However, the ice and snow in their small northern city have not yet melted.

Even the household responsibility system will not be fully implemented until two years later.

At present, the production team (village) only allocates half of the land to the commune members for household production, and this was only approved by the village committee after hard request and the commune held several meetings.

However, in the southern coastal areas, self-employed businesses have begun to rise, and tumblers are also on the stage of history.

But these are currently not suitable for me because the current policy does not allow it.

What's more important is that he has no capital.

At present, farmers still have no concept of commercial trade and market economy. Almost everyone's thoughts are still stuck in the past, and they regard these things as scourges.

At most, I just go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, and sell some eggs to the supply and marketing cooperative.

After all, right now, even if you raise a few chickens or a pig, you have to report to the production team first.

However, Zhao Wenmu, who had resurrected his life, knew in his heart that soon business and trade would sweep across the country, and businessmen and entrepreneurs would become the most active group of people on the historical stage in the next few decades.

The isolation between urban and rural economic and trade exchanges is about to be broken!

The market demand already exists, but most people don’t understand it!

Information is money!

And he has the information!

Thinking of this, he already knew where to make his first pot of gold.

Zhao Wenmu put the little girl back on the kang, carried a big bamboo basket on his back, and went out with a small hoe for weeding.

There are many bamboo baskets at home. My second brother, Zhao Wenguang, is a carpenter and can also weave bamboo baskets and baskets.

The Shanqian Village where Zhao Wenmu's family is located, as the name suggests, is surrounded by mountains behind the village.

There is also a small river in front of the village.

In early spring, most shrubs and weeds have not sprouted yet, but shepherd's purse, bitter greens, and gray greens are at their most tender.

These things are found all over the mountains and plains, and people in the village will also pick some to eat.

But no one has ever thought of taking it to the city and selling it.

Zhao Wenmu quickly dug out a basket full of food.

When she got home, Zhao Jing was busy in the kitchen.

He took out the wild vegetables, and while it was still dark, he cleaned up all the dead branches, dried leaves, and mud mixed in between the tender leaves of the wild vegetables.

This is really a time-consuming and laborious task.

It's much more troublesome than digging wild vegetables.

When Zhao Jing came out after cooking, Zhao Wenmu was still busy cleaning the wild vegetables.

"Brother, why are you digging so many wild vegetables?"

She asked timidly. Zhao Wenmu didn't like her dictating his own affairs.

"Sister, I will take these wild vegetables to the city to sell them tomorrow."

Zhao Jing opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

These wild vegetables are available in every household, who would buy them?

No matter what, my little brother finally worked hard, so it’s better not to dampen his enthusiasm.

Zhao Wenmu cleaned up the wild vegetables and found some dried corn bud leaves to soak in them.

There were no plastic bags in this era, and corn bud leaves could be twisted into ropes to tie things together.

There were only sweet potatoes and potatoes for dinner, as well as radish strips that Zhao Jing pickled herself.

The two of them were eating when their sister-in-law Liu Xiumei opened the door and came in. She was holding a bowl with an egg and two yellowed steamed buns in her hand.

The reason for the yellow color is that there is a lot of corn in the steamed buns, and I usually can't eat white-flour steamed buns.

The sister-in-law put down the bowl, grabbed Zhao Wenmu's ears and scolded him.

"Brother, have you gone drinking again?"

She heard what happened at noon from Zhao Wenmu's second brother, Zhao Wenguang.

Liu Xiumei is eight years older than Zhao Wenmu. She is not only Zhao Wenmu's sister-in-law, but also his uncle's cousin.

Ever since they were young, this cousin would push their brothers to the ground and rub them.

After she got married, this sister-in-law never regarded herself as an outsider. Whenever her brother-in-law or sister-in-law caused trouble, she was not ambiguous in her greetings.

Zhao Wenmu was not afraid of his parents since he was a child, but he was afraid of his sister-in-law.

Zhao Jing stood up to dissuade her, but she pushed her down.

"Ajing, sit down and eat. I'm going to teach this kid a lesson today."

In fact, she not only wanted to teach Zhao Wenmu a lesson, but also wanted to watch Zhao Jing eat.

She knew that any good thing would end up in Zhao Wenmu's belly. This boy never knew how to feel sorry for his wife.

Here Liu Xiumei grabbed Zhao Wenmu's ear, which was really a reminder.

Over there, Zhao Jing was eating her rice in small bites. She knew Mrs. Egg must watch her eat it, but she only ate a little bit of the steamed buns.

"Sister, you ate all the steamed buns, I don't want to eat the steamed buns!"

The steamed buns were small and Zhao Jing could eat them completely. Zhao Wenmu could tell that she wanted to keep them for herself.

Such a great day!

After I left home in my previous life, my sister-in-law died unexpectedly in the autumn of that year while transporting peaches down the mountain.

Now Zhao Jing is sitting at the table eating quietly.

The little girl was sleeping soundly in the house.

The sister-in-law had an angry look on her face and tugged at her ears, still talking.

Zhao Wenmu laughed involuntarily, and tears flowed from his eyes as he smiled.

Liu Xiumei was also startled, and quickly let go of her hand, her tone becoming gentler:

"Brother, you are not young anymore. Please be more considerate and considerate to Ah Jing. Don't be confused all day long. Live your life well..."

In the past, Zhao Wenmu would have become impatient after hearing this, and would even get angry at Zhao Jing.

This time, he listened obediently. It wasn't until his sister-in-law had finished speaking that he responded with a still unfinished expression:

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, my little brother won't do stupid things again!"

"I promise to be good to Ah Jing from now on!"

Zhao Jing, who was eating with her head down, heard this and her eyes suddenly filled with tears.

This was the first time that Zhao Wenmu called her "A Jing". Before getting married, Zhao Wenmu called her "Third Sister" and "Sister". After getting married, he called her "Hey" and "Zhao Jing" most of the time.

Just a slightly intimate "Ah Jing" made her lose her guard.

Maybe Zhao Wenmu has really changed.

Liu Xiumei was also very happy when she heard Zhao Wenmu's words. She smiled and left.

Zhao Wenmu then sat down to eat again.

"Sister, I will be good to you and my daughter in the future!"

"Um."

In the end, Zhao Wenmu still had two steamed buns, and Zhao Jing ate one each. Zhao Jing insisted that she was full, but Zhao Wenmu no longer insisted.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must let Zhao Jing live a good life.

After dinner, Zhao Wenmu first went to his second brother's house to borrow a steelyard.

He will go to the city early tomorrow morning to sell vegetables, and the things need to be prepared in advance.
To be continued...