Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Chapter 9 Family conflicts

When we arrived at the market, it was already more than ten o’clock at noon. At this time, the market started, and Yang Zhijian had arrived early.

Zhang Qianxiu immediately walked up, took out ten yuan, and handed it to Liu Zhijian: “Brother Liu, thank you very much yesterday.”

Liu Zhijian didn’t take the money, and said with a smile: “This money is not too much. You can collect it first. You can pay it back when you have enough capital, or if you don’t plan to continue doing it.”

Zhang Qianxiu hesitated, collected the ten yuan, and asked, “Brother Liu, is there a special delivery person in every rice store?”

Liu Zhijian patted his head and said, “I forgot to tell you yesterday. The price I told you was the price of those rice vendors.”

“In fact, all businesses want good quality. The rice shops in county towns are not big, and they don’t need a lot of rice. Go to the supplier to get them. The price is high. The owner of the rice shop will find someone to cooperate and specialize in rural areas and markets. The price of good rice in the market is a bit cheaper than that of wholesalers.”

“The rice store will not easily change people, because the quality of the substitutions cannot be guaranteed. If there are frequent problems with rice, customers are not willing to buy them from them.”

“The quality of the rice from wholesalers can be guaranteed. The price is a few cents more expensive. These cents may be their profits.”

Zhang Qianxiu understood that if he had to do it, he would earn less than other rice traders.

Zhang Qianxiu could only give a wry smile: “I see, thank you Brother Liu.”

Liu Zhijian smiled slightly: “It’s okay! You can ask me if you don’t understand in the future.”

“Okay! Then I’m going to collect rice first”

“Well, you go!”

Zhang Qianxiu found a place and took out a sign he had prepared long ago, with the words “received rice” written on it.

Several rice vendors around when they saw Zhang Qianxiu harvesting rice, they all looked at him.

A few minutes later, a middle-aged man came over, combed the middle score, and handed Zhang Qianxiu a cigarette when he came up: “Brother, are you walking around or giving it to the store?”

The amount of traffic is like Liu Zhijian’s. At present, Liu Zhijian is doing it alone. Others are jealous of him, and he can’t get in if he makes a lot of money.

The sellers who deliver rice to the store only have so much quantity per day, even if there are more rice stores, but Liu Zhijian can collect unlimited amounts.

Zhang Qianxiu smoked in his previous life, hesitated for a while, took the cigarette, and said, “Brother, I will just take a little and sell it.”

The middle-aged person understood in an instant: “Oh, it’s in the store!”

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned and left.

When Zhang Qianxiu harvested rice today, he still encountered the kind of miserable selling.

Zhang Qianxiu believed that they were telling the truth, but what Liu Zhijian said was correct. He relied on this to eat, and he had to hold down the one or two cents for life and death, and he would not let go of biting the three cents.

At twelve o’clock at noon, Zhang Qianxiu collected 130 kilograms. After tying them, he rode his bicycle and headed straight to the county seat.

The place where I went to the market today was only 30 miles away from the county seat, but after riding for a day yesterday, my whole body was sore.

When I arrived at two o’clock in the county seat, I quickly sold all the rice at a price of 40 cents, earning 9.1 yuan.

It was still early, just after two o’clock, Zhang Qianxiu took out the rice **** prepared earlier, pushed the cart, and walked towards the library.

He has to look for some books to read. In his previous life, he studied civil engineering and didn’t know much about economics, finance, accounting, and law. If he wants to make money in the future, he must have enough knowledge to arm himself and be familiar with these things. Must have a certain understanding.

Of course, just reading these books may be useless, but if you don’t read them, it’s definitely even more useless.

In the library, Zhang Qianxiu was a little embarrassed. The smell on his body was too strong. He locked the car, hesitated, and strode in and walked towards the bookshelf.

Looking for a “Das Kapital”, Zhang Qianxiu found a place where no one was there, and looked closely.

Soon, Zhang Qianxiu sank into the content of the book.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Zhang Qianxiu collected the book and put it back on the shelf, got up and left.

When I got home, it was already past six o’clock and just in time for dinner. Hu Jine greeted Zhang Qianxiu for dinner, and Zhang Lanmei immediately served Zhang Qianxiu a meal.

After eating dinner in silence, Zhang Qianxiu took a shower and went back to the room to sleep.

New blisters grew on Zhang Qian’s pedicure, so he found a needle to break it, and then fell asleep with exhaustion.

The next day, Zhang Qianxiu went out to the bazaar. This time the road was farther, it was the farthest bazaar. Because he was too hungry, he deliberately brought two more rice balls.

Now Zhang Qianxiu already had more than 60 yuan in his hand, and collected 170 kilograms of rice in one go. After he had tied it up, he greeted Liu Zhijian and dared to head towards the county seat.

Today, I have to walk more than 50 miles. I have walked for more than three hours. I arrived at the county town just after 3 o’clock in the afternoon and earned 11 yuan and 9 cents from selling rice.

It was past four o’clock and the library couldn’t be reached. After eating the leftover rice balls, I hurried home with all the fatigue.

It was more than six o’clock when he arrived home, but Zhang Qianxiu came in and found that the atmosphere in the home was something wrong. Zhang Aibing looked at Zhang Qianxiu gloomily, as if he was about to explode at any time.

“Let’s eat first!” Hu Jin’e said softly.

Zhang Aibing patted the table: “What to eat? Stop eating.”

Zhang Qianxiu was not afraid of his father getting angry, and asked, “Dad, what’s the matter?”

Zhang Aibing gritted his teeth angrily: “You still have the face to ask what’s wrong? Did you go to the Han’s house? Your mother and I have tried everything for you to go to school. Are you trying to **** us off or what?”

Zhang Qianxiu understood, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. He sat down and said, “My sister shouldn’t have married, and they look down on our family.”

Zhang Aibing grabbed a bowl and smashed it on the ground. The ground was soil. The bowl was not broken. He jumped twice and rolled out a long way.

Zhang Aibing pointed to his son’s nose and cursed, “You are a white-eyed wolf!”