The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Wu Yuan has been to the train station in the capital many times.

This is the first time I have stood on the platform like this, watching others leave.

 So much so that the train had gone far away and the people on the platform had dispersed, but he still hadn't come back to his senses.

It wasn't until the staff on the platform came to chase people away that Wu Yuan turned around and left in a hurry.

 Go back to Dongcheng District Hutong from the train station.

As soon as we entered the alley, we were stopped by the flower girl at the canteen window.

 At first glance, the flower girl is still the same flower girl.

Swaying against the window, nibbling on melon seeds, he looks like a searchlight in the alley, an intelligence station on the street.

 But Wu Yuan always felt that something had changed about this girl.

 But I can’t tell for a while.

As soon as she saw Wu Yuan push the door open and get out of the car, Hua Niang became really excited, as if her whole body was shaking with light.

“It’s really you, Boss Wu! When Aunt Jin told me, I didn’t dare to believe it.”

Wu Yuan leaned on the window sill with one elbow, reached out for Bao Huazi first, and then said: "What can't you believe? I come back and forth openly, and I'm not doing any underground work."

Hua Niang casually took the Huazi from the bag and handed it to Wu Yuan, then pushed back the banknotes pushed over by the other party and said, "Have you eaten? If not, I'll give it to you later?"

Wu Yuan left the banknotes lying on the window sill, opened the coins, and first gave a circle to a group of drunken old and young men at the window who were not interested in playing cards, and then took one in his mouth.

Just as he was about to take out the lighter from his body, Hua Niang had already melted a match and handed it over.

This thoughtfulness.

Wu Yuan was not polite to her. After lighting the fire, he said: "I just came back from work and I haven't eaten yet."

The flower girl immediately put out the match and said, "Let's go then."

 The old and young men outside the window sill began to shout: "Hua Niang, we haven't even lit our cigarettes yet!"

The flower girl threw the matchboxes over and said, "Light it yourself."

At this time, a non-committal voice came from the door of the canteen: "Madam boss, we are hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"

As soon as Wu Yuan heard this tone, he reacted and said, "Hey, are there people living in your courtyard?"

The flower girl couldn't help but said a little arrogantly: "How new! If I don't move people into my decorated house quickly, how will I earn money to support my son?"

“But having said that, I have to thank you, boss! The foreigners are particularly satisfied with the decoration, saying that they not only live comfortably, but also experience the customs and customs of our Greater China.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the foreigner urged him again.

The flower lady immediately took out a fifty-cent card from the money box and shouted to the yard: "Son, son!"

 Not long after, the boy from the Wei family appeared behind the foreigner.

I heard Hua Niang say: "I'll give you fifty cents, and you can take these hungry foreigners out to find something to eat."

The boy from the Wei family came over and took the fifty cents without saying a word. He couldn't stop smiling.

 In the end, my mother was caught off guard and said: "You didn't see anyone, why didn't you know to call someone?"

The boy from the Wei family said angrily, "Uncle Wu."

Wu Yuan responded, then turned to criticize Hua Niang and said: "It's a trivial matter, as for beating the child?"

Seeing the young man from the Wei family taking the hungry foreigner away, Hua Niang vowed: "Our country is a country of etiquette. Children can be immature, but they must not be ungrateful."

After saying that, he locked the money box, twisted his waist and said, "Let's go, I'll give you something to eat below."

 Although everyone came out voluntarily.

 But Wu Yuan couldn't help but said: "There is no need to work hard to make noodles."

“Besides, wouldn’t it be better if you stay at home and cook some food for those foreigners to earn more US dollars?”

The flower girl said proudly: "How can we be alone when doing business? Besides, we can earn a lot of US dollars just from this, do you believe it or not?"

Wu Yuan's heart moved, "You mean..." Before he could say anything, Hua Niang interrupted him and said, "Otherwise, why would I let my son take them there?"

Wu Yuan laughed. The worldly customs inside and outside this place were really made clear to Hua Niang.

This also allowed Wu Yuan to see her ability in preparing supermarkets, sorting out supply sources, and handling logistics.

While the two were talking, they walked to the door of the courtyard.

Ming Chao has already entered the house first and is boiling water and cooking noodles in the kitchen of the back room.

Seeing Ming Chao about to put the noodles in the pot, Hua Niang took the lead and stopped him.

Then he turned around and said, "Boss, what's the point of these noodles? I'll make you fried noodles, which will be stronger."

　　You have stopped everything.

What else Wu Yuan could say, he could only say: "Then it's all your fault."

 Then he turned around and left.

Ming Chao was robbed of his job, so he followed Wu Yuan and said, "Boss, Hua Niang has started calling you boss?"

Wu Yuan did recognize the difference in this word.

 But as a dignified gentleman, I am not worthy of using this word to make an issue.

 Looking back at the flower girl in the kitchen, she was busy making noodles and felt energetic all over.

 More than half an hour later.

 Two large bowls of oily noodles were brought to the dining table in the main room.

　　It is indeed sizzling with oily flowers and fragrant, which makes people more appetizing than dried noodles.

Ming Chao took one of the bowls and returned to the courtyard to look at the moon.

Wu Yuan was left sitting at the table, being stared at by the flower girl who sat down, even forgetting to take off his apron.

Picked up a chopstick, blew hot air, and sucked it into your mouth.

Wu Yuan nodded while eating: "It's really good."

 It is indeed a different taste and method from the hand-made noodles at home.

After receiving the approval, Hua Niang simply took off her apron and said, "Why don't I tell you about my visit to the General Supply and Marketing Cooperative these days?"

 Wu Yuan said with all sincerity: "You say it, I'm listening."

The result is really incredible.

Wu Yuan obviously only looked at a bowl of noodles in front of him, but he had the illusion of a Man-Han banquet.

I have to admit that this is also an ability.

Thinking about it from another angle, there is really no more suitable candidate for the idea of ​​a supermarket except Hua Niang.

But it’s not realistic to leave it all to the flower girl.

 It is necessary to find another way and recruit someone to take over some general work.

 It is both cooperation and division of labor.

 So after listening to Hua Niang’s story, Wu Yuan affirmed it and encouraged her to move forward.

 At the same time, further guidance was given.

“The supply of goods in supermarkets is actually wider than that of supply and marketing cooperatives.”

“Customers living in high-end apartments in places like the Asian Games Village hope to use one-stop shopping in supermarkets to solve a series of problems such as fuel, rice, oil, salt, food and clothing at home.”

“So in terms of supply, you still need to think more broadly and take bigger steps...”

Hua Niang said in astonishment: "Doesn't that mean we have to move the vegetable market in?"

 Wu Yuan nodded as expected: "Of course!"