Quick Transmigration's Extraordinary Routine

Chapter 507 Red Chronicle (15)

Time flies, and it is already the end of the twelfth lunar month in 1973.

The educated youths began to pack their bags and prepare to go home, because it was the Chinese New Year.

There is a month to celebrate the New Year at home, and this year's New Year is in January 1974.So at the end of the twelfth lunar month in 1, you can start preparing to go home.

Of course, Qingyao was no exception. She packed her luggage early and bought a lot of souvenirs, which she planned to bring back to her family.

When I go back to Qingyao, I want to teleport home directly, but because during the Chinese New Year, the educated youths return to their hometowns for the Chinese New Year and the inspection is very strict.

Because some educated youths did not return to their hometowns, but went abroad secretly, or even hid themselves.So in order to avoid such things from happening.

Therefore, before the educated youths return to their hometowns, the village head will count them up in advance.The certificate will be issued uniformly by the above, and the passing train stations will be investigated at any time along the way.Did this person take a train, car or something.

Qingyao had no choice but to buy a train ticket, which was also very difficult to buy.After queuing for more than a day, Qing Yao finally got a ticket.

I waited in line for so long at any time, but luckily I got a sleeper berth.No need to sit on a hard seat or go back standing up.

After buying the ticket, Qingyao returned to Niujia Village.Let the village head tell everyone to weave some more small bamboo stools and buy them at the train station.It will definitely make a fortune for the people in the village.

There are only so many seats, and many people who want to go back can only stand.If there is a small stool to sit on, I believe someone will buy it.

Hearing Qingyao's concern, the village chief immediately summoned the villagers to start weaving bamboo stools.In just a few days, hundreds of bamboo stools have been woven.

The day before Qingyao returned home, she had already taught several villagers how to hawk, and set a price for them. Each bamboo stool sold for 2 yuan.

If anyone counter-offers, all refuse.Qingyao wrote a few big-character posters for them.

Bamboo stools can relieve you from the tiredness of standing all the way!Allows you to sit comfortably!

Bamboo stool, only 2 yuan, 2 yuan!

Reminder: no bargaining!

The next day, Qing Yao took the villagers to the train station.Of course, the village head and production team leader followed.

And Nan Lichuan stopped by to sell bamboo stools, and even gave Qingyao a gift.

"Li Chuan, I'm going home for the Chinese New Year. You don't need to waste your studies. I left the test papers and questions when I come back after the Chinese New Year. I have to check it." Qing Yao said before getting into the car.

Nan Lichuan looked helpless, "Okay, I won't waste it." It felt like Qingyao was more verbose than Bupo.But Nan Lichuan didn't dare to speak out.If he said it, he might not see the sun tomorrow.

He has been training with Qingyao for so long, but he has never beaten her once.

Nan Lichuan couldn't help fantasizing that Qingyao would definitely not have time to exercise after going home for a month.At that time, he can exercise well, and wait for Qingyao to come after the Chinese New Year.Maybe he can defeat her!
Nan Lichuan thought about it, and couldn't help laughing.

Qing Yao looked at the man with a smirk on his face, rolled her eyes, and said, this silly boy didn't know what good things he thought of, so he smiled happily. "Okay, I'm going to get in the car. There will be more people, so it won't be crowded."

"Okay." Nan Lichuan helped carry the things to the ticket gate.

Qingyao took out the cardboard tickets, and went in with things on her back.Then he waved his hand and said goodbye to Nan Lichuan.

Nan Lichuan sent Qingyao away, and immediately returned to the village chief's team selling stools.

In just a short while, the village chief and the others had already sold dozens of stools.

Seeing Nan Lichuan come back, the village head and production team leader couldn't hide their joy, "Chuan Wazi is back, Qingyao is gone."

"Well, it's already gone in." Nan Lichuan replied, "How is the village chief selling?"

The village chief smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Qingyao is really a noble person in our village. This bamboo stool is really easy to sell. We sold dozens of them in just a short while." Then he whispered Nan Lichuan whispered in his ear, "The bills are already in one pocket."

"That's really great." Nan Lichuan was also very happy.He was also worried that Qingyao's idea would not work, and everyone in the village would be busy for nothing.If it was a waste of time, there would definitely be villagers who would blame Qingyao.

But it was his worrying in vain, someone as smart as Qingyao should be sure to succeed.She will tell the village chief.She will not foolishly offend a group of villagers.

"Village chief, go buy my stools at the other end. Keep it in one place, so people in other places can't see it."

"Oh, Wazi Chuan is right." The village head immediately gave Nan Lichuan a lot of stools, and then asked another villager to follow him.

The two carried the stool to the other end.In less than ten minutes, Nan Lichuan and the villagers came back.Before they had run out, the stools were sold out along the way.

In two hours, more than 300 bamboo stools were sold out.

The village head and the others took the money and went back by car.Along the way, several villagers covered the village head and production team leader tightly.I'm afraid that bad people will know that their woven bags are full of money.

After finally returning to the village, the village chief and production team leader breathed a sigh of relief.I'm just afraid that so much money will be taken away.

The village head called the accountant of the village head and asked him to count the money.Let the person who made the bamboo stools receive the money.

"Niu Tianzhong, weaved 20 bamboo stools and paid 40 yuan." The production team leader read.

Niu Tianzhong stepped forward with an excited face, and got 40 yuan, his hands were shaking.He is an old stripper.

Before the devil cut off his left leg, he could still work to earn work points, and in his spare time, he would make some dustpans and sell them to the villagers, but then he lost his left leg and he couldn't work anymore.

If he wanted to weave some residential products, he couldn't go up the mountain to cut bamboo.

He became a cripple in the family.

Many times, he thinks again.It is better to die.So as not to increase the burden on the son.

But his son, daughter-in-law and grandson are very filial to him.It is said that an old man in the family is like a treasure.Let him retire with peace of mind.

They will take good care of him!
Later, under the enlightenment of his son, he started weaving bamboo products again.

Most of them are sold in the town, but they are sold very cheaply.

But this time, the village head said that he would go to the train station to sell bamboo stools.At the beginning, he thought, can it be sold?Even if you sell it, how much money can you make?

But after thinking about it, it was the New Year.It would be nice to have a small income.At that time, you can send New Year's money to your grandson.You can also buy meat for your son and the others.

So he asked his son and daughter-in-law to cut a lot of bamboo and go home.Then let his son and daughter-in-law cut open the bamboo, which he specially weaves.

In two days, 20 were compiled.Of course, he was still thinking that 20 of them could be sold for 3 yuan and 5 yuan, and he was very grateful.

But I didn't expect to sell it for 40 yuan, "Village chief, the money is not wrong."

"That's right, the bamboo stools cost 2 yuan each, and if you make 20, that's 40 yuan." The village head also knew Niu Tianzhong's mood, and explained with a smile. "Okay, get the money and go down."

"Next: Niu Gaoshi." The village chief called the next person.

(End of this chapter)