Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

If I could really earn a little bit of money before going to work, I could also improve the food at home.

There is no way. Being a teacher looks glamorous and respectable, but the monthly salary is only slightly higher than Jia Dongxu's. With so many mouths to feed at home, Yan Bugui has to think of other ways to earn some extra money all the time.

Chen Jun smiled and waved his hand: "This way of making money is too tiring, Third Uncle, you may not be able to handle it."

"Look at what you are saying. I, your uncle, have gone through so much hardship, how can I not endure it? Your family doesn't have to worry about food and drink now, but my children are still crying for food. Come on, come on, tell your uncle and he will give you money!"

As he spoke, Yan Bugui actually took out a small stack of banknotes from his pocket, carefully counted out three dollars and placed them on the chessboard.

Hey!

Chen Jun raised his eyebrows in surprise. The third uncle, Yan Laokou, was willing to spend three dollars to learn, but Qin Huairu was reluctant to do so.

Gee!

There is a reason why the Jia family’s lives are getting worse and worse.

Looking at the three dollars on the chessboard and then at Yan Bugui who seemed to be feeling a little pained, Chen Jun smiled helplessly.

"Uncle, you took this money voluntarily!"

Chen Jun didn't hesitate and put the three dollars directly into his pocket.

"I'm willing to do it. Just tell me how to make money. I'm so anxious!" Yan Bugui was so excited that the frame of his glasses almost fell off.

"You saw it just now. Qin Huairu hasn't bought any food yet. Her family is probably running out of food. It's probably not just her family that is suffering from this."

"That's right, the old Li family in the front yard is also running out of food." Yan Bugui nodded and said, "But does this have anything to do with making money? I can't just sell my family's food to them at a high price, right?"

Chen Jun waved his hand.

Selling them food is stupid.

The idea he wanted to talk about was actually a more difficult way to make money.

Most people can actually figure it out after observing and thinking about it for a few days.

"Uncle, you have a big family, including you, Auntie, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi. Forget about Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jiedi, but these two are too young, so don't take them with you."

"This way you still have four people in your family who can queue up to buy food."

Yan Bugui still didn't understand, and asked in confusion: "We have food at home."

"Listen to me. The four of you can go to the state-owned grain store in the city to queue up to sell grain. You have to go early, preferably at midnight. When the grain store opens at dawn, you can sell your spots to others. You can earn 20 to 30 cents for each spot, and 40 to 50 cents for those who are in a hurry to buy grain."

Why do we have to go to state-owned grain stores to buy grain?

Because now private grain stores have increased their prices, but state-owned grain stores cannot, so rice, flour and other items are still sold at the original price, but in small quantities.

Therefore, there are more people queuing up at state-owned grain stores than at private grain stores.

But as long as you queue up at the store door early, you are guaranteed to get your spot.

Because many people want to buy food that has not increased in price, spending a few cents more is more cost-effective than going to a private grain store, not to mention that there are also long queues at private grain stores.

Yan Bugui's family has four laborers and can earn one yuan per shift.

If you have enough time, you can queue for another round, so you can earn at least two dollars a day.

This is a no-cost business, the two dollars is pure profit.

But the money I earn is hard-earned. Although the Chinese New Year is over, the weather is still quite cold. It’s okay at noon, but the temperature is still quite low in the middle of the night.

Chen Jun estimated that in more than a week, the food shortage in the city would end and this method would no longer be useful.

But you can still make some money these days.

"Don't worry, let me straighten it out!"

Yan Bugui adjusted the frame of his glasses, looking as if he was lost in thought.

When he heard that he could earn two dollars a day, he was a little excited, but he always felt something was wrong.

But if you had to point out what was wrong, Yan Bugui couldn't figure it out.

"Don't bother, Third Uncle, just do as I say."

"To put it bluntly, this job is like being a scalper. You earn hard-earned money, but you have to line up early. As long as you can occupy the front position, you will definitely make money. If you are not afraid of hard work, you can wait until the state-owned grain store closes, and then line up at the private grain store. In this way, you may be able to earn 15 yuan a day!"

Oh, four or five dollars?

Yan Bugui felt excited. If he worked for ten days or so, he would earn more than his own salary.

But Yan Bugui was a little worried: "Is this illegal?"

Don't do anything illegal, even if you can only make four or five dollars a day.

"What kind of law is this? It was all consensual. And you didn't resell the food. You sold the money you earned by working so hard in the queue."

I don’t know whether the concept of speculation exists now, but even if it does, queuing to make money cannot be considered speculation.

When he heard that it was not against the law, Yan Bugui nodded vigorously.

"Okay, then I'll go to bed early this morning and queue up at the state-owned grain store at around 3 o'clock!"

Yan Bugui is not afraid of hard work and there is nothing wrong with getting up earlier to make money, it just makes it a little colder.

Don’t be afraid of the cold, at worst you can just live your last life.

Seeing that Yan Bugui looked like he was going to do something big, Chen Jun smiled and continued, "Then I'll give you another trick to make money."

"And? Tell me more!"

Yan Bugui felt his scalp tingling. What Chen Jun just said seemed to have opened a new door for him. These ways of making money were something he had never thought of before.

As expected of Chen Jun, he has so many clever ideas. No wonder this guy can make so much money.

"There is a food shortage in the city now, so some people will definitely take the opportunity to stock up on food from state-owned grain stores and then sell it at a high price. This might have been fine in the past, but now there is a food shortage and the higher-ups have banned this. If you encounter a few people getting together to buy food in large quantities, you can report them to the neighborhood office."

"I saw a notice posted by the street office yesterday, resolutely cracking down on this kind of grain reselling. As long as your report is true, the street office will give you a few yuan reward, at least three or five yuan, anyway, it's just a side job."

After listening to Chen Jun's words, Yan Bugui remained silent for several minutes.

He looked at Chen Jun with complicated eyes and sighed deeply.

"It has to be you. No matter what the situation is, someone like you won't starve."

Although Chen Jun is not very old, he has a very sharp brain and all the clever ideas he comes up with can make some money for his family.

If this kind of person could starve, then others would have starved to death long ago.

"Okay, then I'll go to bed early tonight, sleep after dinner, and get up in the middle of the night to line up."

"No rush, come to my house for a drink in the evening. These three dollars are just enough to buy a bottle of wine." Chen Jun patted his pocket.

He said this not to earn three dollars from Yan Bugui, but because he felt that this method should not be learned by others for nothing.

Yan Bugui was delighted when he heard this and laughed a few times: "Come on, come on, another plate."