Rebirth 1990: Guanyun Cross Pass

Zhang Yan left the courtyard of the Political Research Office, feeling a little disappointed, and rode a 28-car to the door of his house. Through the crack in the door, he could see that the lights were on inside the house. It seemed that he was still late, so Zhang Yan gently opened the door.

, trying to sneak into the house. But the door latch did not allow this, and the sound immediately alerted the people in the house.

"You brat, how dare you come back!" A female general walked out of the room, holding a large rolling pin in her hand, her eyes widened. She stood in front of Zhang Yan. She was really majestic with a hundred steps, murderous with a thousand steps, waiting for Zhang Yan.

Yan replied. This female general is the actual person in charge of the Zhang family, Zhang Yan’s mother, Zhao Yulan

"Mom, be careful of the quails!" Seeing that a beating was inevitable, Zhang Yan was so impatient that he shouted. Zhao Yulan looked down and saw that there was nothing under her feet, and she realized that she had been tricked by her son.

After the delay, his momentum dropped a lot. Zhang Yan took the opportunity to stop the car and sprinted into the house. Isn't it said that it is a rat-proof weapon? Once you enter the house, you are basically safe.

"This brat..." Zhao Yulan shook her head and walked in carrying a rolling pin.

The dinner was very simple. Both my mother and I were preoccupied and ate very slowly. Finally, Zhang Yan spoke first: "Mom, how many quails do we have left?"

"Five hundred and two, what's the matter?" Zhao Yulan's eyes stood up and she warned her son: "Don't think too much about quails. They cost ten yuan each now. I think they can be sold for twenty tomorrow. Come and eat.

Order rice and eat one bowl at a time, which turns into pork ribs."

"I'll do it myself." Zhang Yan dodged his mother's hand to grab the bowl. It was a joke. If he asked his mother to serve the rice, it would definitely be a full bowl of rice, and he wouldn't even stretch himself to death. He filled half a bowl of rice.

, Zhang Yan glanced at his mother: "Mom, how much does a chicken cost?"

"Then it depends on what kind of chicken..."

"Mom, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that even a chicken is not worth 20 yuan. How can a quail with a large egg be worth so much money? Quails are so expensive now and they will never last long. It is better to sell them now. First,

Let’s talk about it after making money.” Zhang Yan clearly remembers that the quail craze came and went quickly. In the end, three quails were sold for only one yuan, and they had to be stripped of their fur and guts before anyone could take them. It was worse than a sparrow.

The price is actually correct, quails can’t fly...

"That's not our business. Lao Li next door charges 9 yuan a piece, but I didn't even agree. I want to sell 100 pieces when the price reaches 15 yuan..."

Seeing his mother's joyful appearance, Zhang Yan also became depressed. In Zhang Yan's memory, the Quail Tropic gave him not only the soap bubbles that made him rich, but also the pain caused by the bursting of the soap bubbles. Around 1990, China

Most people's thinking is still stuck in the constraints of the dual-track system. Most people want to get rich, but don't know how to get rich. At this critical moment, Quail accidentally came to the forefront.

Due to the publicity of public opinion and the rapid reproduction of quails, the craze for raising quails has arisen across the country. People have spent their savings to buy quails. The price of quails has become higher and higher during the drumming and spreading of flowers. People are excited to buy quails.

But I didn’t calculate it carefully, and found that the price of quail feed was already higher than the price of quail eggs. So from mid-July to late August 1990, the price of quail plummeted. For the first time, those Chinese people who wanted to make a lot of money,

Appreciate the cruelty of market economy,

, my mother is good at everything but a little obsessed with money!

Perhaps sensing Zhang Yan's thoughts, Zhao Yulan stared, waved her hand and said, "The high school entrance examination will be in a few days. If you don't hurry up and read, if you don't pass the high school entrance examination, I will peel off your skin carefully."

Seeing that he couldn't convince his mother, he carefully calculated the force value. Zhang Yan could only accept the reality for the time being, and obediently returned to his room and began to review his homework. On the first day after his rebirth, he was also like abcd, tangent

Spent the remaining time.

After dinner in the morning, Zhang Yan went to school, but the classroom was empty and as desolate as the Red Star Steel Factory. On the top corner of the blackboard were the words "8 days until the high school entrance examination!" It looked like a ghost gate.

Zhang Yan also felt bored and returned home with his schoolbag.

Perhaps feeling the severe atmosphere of the high school entrance examination, Zhang Yan also became serious. His weakness was Chinese, his strength was mathematics, and he was among the top in geometry and algebra. In memory, his score in the high school entrance examination was 28 points worse.

I still spent 3,000 yuan to get in through a training program. In 1990, 3,000 yuan was not a small number.

In that exam, my Chinese score was 35 points lower than the average score. I thought I still need to take a good cram in Chinese. Thinking of this, Zhang Yan took out his textbook and started to review. Maybe it was because of more than ten years of accumulation. Zhang Yan

Yan feels that the knowledge in the textbook is much simpler. According to Teacher Yang, this is because the book is too thin. After reading to the point, Zhang Yan was very happy and was immersed in the book for a while.

Didn't even notice the time.

"Dang, dang, dang!" A knock on the door interrupted Zhang Yan's thoughts. Zhang Yan looked at the monk textbook with some displeasure and shouted, "Who is it!"

"I, Uncle Li, are your parents at home?" The voice outside the door was very familiar. Zhang Yan came out of the house and looked through the crack in the door. He recognized him! His head was bright, it was Li Zhiping next door, from

The guy from Shanxi usually likes to do small business and is very shrewd, but it also made everyone secretly whisper that he is bald because he thinks too much, so he is "extremely smart".

"Uncle Li, my parents are not here, what can I do for you?" Zhang Yan said to Li Zhiping through the crack in the door without opening the door.

"No one is at home?" Li Zhiping's eyes turned into slits with laughter. He knocked on the door just to see that no one was at home. He thought that Zhang Yan was an honest boy and could fool him into selling all the quails to him with just a few words. Thinking of this

, Li Zhiping patted the door again and said loudly: "Open the door and let Uncle Li come in."

The door frame shook for a moment, and Zhang Yan quickly opened the door and asked with a smile: "Uncle Li, what do you want?"

"It's nothing. Yesterday, your mother said that she sold all the quails to me. They cost six yuan each. I'm here to get the quails today." Li Zhiping didn't even type a draft. He thought it was enough to fool a nerd.

. But he didn't expect that Zhang Yan was now a veteran who had been in the business world for more than ten years, and Li Zhiping's little tricks could not escape his eyes.

"But Uncle Li, my mother said that quails cost ten yuan each, and they are not sold to you, but to others!".

"Impossible, you've all told me!" Li Zhiping opened his eyes and raised his voice an octave, trying to scare Zhang Yan, but his image was a bit bad, and he looked a bit like a big fat pig.

Instead of being strong, he looked wretched. Zhang Yan almost laughed, and hurriedly said with a straight face: "Then if it's agreed, where is your money? I don't care who comes, I just want to get the money!"

When Li Zhiping heard that there was a way out, he slapped his bare forehead and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll get the money right away, but you must not sell it to anyone else!" After saying that, he ran towards the door of his house.

"Uncle Li, I don't care who gets the money first. Uncle Li, don't run away, there's no need to worry!" Zhang Yan smiled slightly and looked at Li Zhiping kicking his bankbook and running outside to withdraw the money. He was filled with joy in his heart.

To be honest, the money he earned was more than a million dollars. He didn't care about five thousand yuan at first, but he didn't expect that he would be so happy after earning five thousand yuan.

After a while, Li Zhiping ran back with sweat all over his head, and then counted out the money to Zhang Yan one by one. His calloused hands kept shaking. Zhang Yan thought it was funny at first, but then he thought it was funny.

Something was wrong, so he asked in a low voice: "Uncle Li, your hands..."

"Nine hundred and five. I was so cold when I went to Hailar to sell down jackets last year. Nine hundred and sixty, nine hundred and seven. Old Nagada's nose was cold. Nine hundred and eighty, nine hundred and ninety-nine. I almost lost my hands from the cold. One thousand yuan, but

You can also make money. Lao Maozi has nothing, and the poor only have money left. My eldest nephew, you can also order some!" Li Zhiping paused for a moment, handed the money to Zhang Yan, and started counting the second thousand.

After receiving the money that smelled like sweat, Zhang Yan felt a little uncomfortable. His quails were sold, but in the future, the price of quails would drop. Uncle Li's family would be the unlucky ones. Looking at Li Zhiping's trembling hands, Zhang Yan suddenly pushed the money back:

"Uncle Li, I won't sell this quail!"

"What are you doing, fooling your Uncle Li?"

"Uncle Li, the price of these quails will drop."

"Don't tell me this. If you fall, it's Uncle Li's bad luck. It has nothing to do with you. Just take the money. You think I don't know. You want to sell it at a high price. Your Uncle Li travels all over the world and sees a lot of things in the world.

Here, play with me, you are still a little green!"

"Uncle Li, I know I'm wrong, let's... continue to count the money." Now that he was talking about this, Zhang Yan felt a little embarrassed. He thought that if he put a mirror up, he would definitely look like a pig's head.

After a while, the money was counted, and Zhang Yan didn't say much. He carried the cage containing the quails outside the door. Although the quails were not big, the cages were made of wire and were really heavy. Zhang Yan was also filled with them.

Head sweating profusely.

Li Zhiping saw it and took out two pieces of five yuan from his pocket: "My nephew, my body is a little weak, here are ten... five yuan, take it to eat something delicious, the body is the capital of revolution...

....." There was only one left for five yuan when he handed it over. Zhang Yan took it with a wry smile. Five yuan is not a lot. Today's five yuan may be the beginning of a billionaire in the future.

After gathering the money, neatly piled it into five piles, and stuffed it into the drawer under the desk, Zhang Yan started to review his homework again. This review fell into that strange state again, until there was a loud bang, he finally put it in the drawer.

He woke up with a start.

"Mom, what show are you acting in?" Zhang Yan trembled with courage, and then tried to cheer himself up. After all, he is still in his thirties, and his real age is not much younger than his mother. What are you afraid of! But no matter how hard he cheers up, he is still in his thirties.

, Zhang Yan still found sadly that his confidence was still not enough, at least not as confident as his mother holding a rolling pin.

"Little brat, did you sell the quail?"

"Sell it, mom, here's the money!" Zhang Yan hurriedly took the money out of the drawer and put it in his mother's hand. This has the advantage that if his mother wants to beat him, she has to put the money away first and then give him the money.

Zhang Yan had a chance to escape. If he couldn't, he could take advantage of his mother's counting of money to see what the terrain was like.

"How much did you buy?" Zhao Yulan was still angry and was ready to hit him with the rolling pin at any time.

"Five thousand yuan..." Zhang Yan saw that the situation was not good and began to look left and right, looking for a breakthrough.

"Prodigal son, you know how much you lost. If you sell it for fifteen yuan, you will lose two thousand and five thousand. I'll break your legs, little bastard!" Zhao Yulan's eyes turned red after saying this, and she hit her with a rolling pin.

In the past, Zhang Yan had already been prepared and jumped hard to avoid it. It was not because of his agility, but because Zhao Yulan's rolling pin suddenly became a little slower (there is less meat on the legs, so if it was really interrupted, it would not be possible)

alright).

There was no time to rejoice that he had escaped. Zhang Yan ran away. This was bad. There was a lot of flesh on his butt. Zhang's mother had no scruples and clicked, the rolling pin suddenly sped up and hit Zhang Yan's butt hard.

UP. "Ouch!" Zhang Yan screamed, covering his butt with one hand and ran out of the door. A cry came from behind him: "How can I live like this? You're a prodigal."

On the second day after his rebirth, Zhang Yan sold 502 quails and received 5,005 yuan, plus a rolling pin.