The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

There are more and more unemployed young men and women in the society. On the way from school, Yang Dongxu suddenly saw something novel. Not far away, a man and a woman were wearing flared trousers.

This is the mainstream of fashion clothing in the 80s. If you carry a tape recorder on your shoulders and play songs, jumping, twisting backwards, etc., then you are the most fashionable fashion pioneer, and you will be surrounded by all kinds of envy and hatred. His gaze is better than driving a BMW in later generations.

Of course, this still lacks an artifact. Does Mike Harris know what it is? NBA basketball player? NO, NO, NO, if you say that in this day and age, you are too stupid.

Do you know Mike Harris' Toad Mirror? Wearing this is indescribably handsome, an absolute tool for picking up girls. If you don't wear a toad mirror on the street, you are too embarrassed to start a conversation with other girls.

Before rebirth, Yang Dongxu had not participated in this kind of epidemic. There is no way that the countryside is too poor, and when something becomes popular in the countryside, it is basically not too far away from being eliminated.

Now Yang Dongxu has a chance to get involved, but he doesn't want to get involved at all. Think about the tighter and harder those pants, the better, the bigger the horn, the better, and the more studs, the better. Of course, the pointier the men's leather shoes, the better. Yang Dongxu, who still needs the 'three-section head', shuddered.

If someone took a photo of this as a souvenir and took it out to expose it later, he would definitely have the heart to jump off the building. So he doesn't intend to get involved in these fashions. But some other things can be done.

For example, a second-hand dealer in clothing, or selling a batch of toad mirrors will definitely make money. As for radios and tapes, they also make money. However, the cost of this thing is too high, and the channels are not easy to find. It will be easier to wait until a few years later to blend in.

But the clothing channel and the channel of this toad mirror are not easy to find, which makes Yang Dongxu a little headache, after all, he doesn't know any Hong Kong businessmen.

That's right, the popular wind in the 1980s came from Hong Kong. As for where the popular Hong Kong came from, Yang Dongxu doesn't know. Therefore, if you want to sell these things, Hong Kong businessmen must find them. Of course, it would be good if you can find a clothing factory or a glasses factory to imitate them. This thing has no technical content.

While walking, thinking about these messy things, Yang Dongxu arrived home soon. After returning home and seeing that Zhou Ya was no longer there, he left a note to let him go to the temple, Yang Dongxu scratched his head, not knowing what happened, turned around and walked to the temple.

"What's the matter?" Yang Dongxu was a little surprised to see Zhou Ya and old man Xuan sitting in the courtyard in a daze.

Without saying a word, Zhou Ya took out a large iron box next to him with a clatter, and opened it to find banknotes of various denominations. Of course, the maximum face value is 10 yuan, because there are no one hundred and fifty ones yet.

lost money? It doesn't look like it. Although I haven't counted it carefully, I can see that there are two or three hundred of those ten yuan. It's more than a week. To be precise, the cost of buying meat and flour in ten days seems to be about 100 yuan. It was less than two hundred, and there was still a lot of flour left in the kitchen.

So Yang Dongxu looked at Zhou Ya in confusion. In the past ten days or so, Zhou Ya is no longer as timid as when she first came here, her body bones have begun to develop again with sufficient nutrition supply, her brows and eyes finally opened a little, and there is a beautiful and unavoidable tendency.

"There are more than five hundred yuan in it." Zhou Ya said in a low voice. Although there were no other outsiders in the yard, she was still afraid of being heard by others.

"I'll go, I've earned so much." Yang Dongxu excitedly said the popular catchphrase in later generations, threw his schoolbag aside and counted the banknotes happily.

"It will be okay if you do this?" Old man Xuan was a little uneasy.

He knew that selling steamed stuffed buns could make money, and by calculating the required cost and selling price, he could know the approximate profit. But he didn't expect to earn so much, and he was shocked when Zhou Ya moved out the big iron box.

"What can happen? Let's not steal or rob, and make money based on our skills. I can't say anything even if the king of heaven is here." Yang Dongxu curled his lips.

"But" old man Xuan is still worried, the money they earn in ten days is almost equal to the money a skilled worker earns in a year, if it takes one month, three months, or even one year, old man Xuan swallowed: " How about we lower the price of buns?"

"The price is too high to sell out every day?" Yang Dongxu froze for a moment.

"It's all sold out, there's not a single one left, and there are still many people who can't buy it." Zhou Ya said excitedly, watching the buns she worked hard to make every day being rushed to buy them gave her a great deal. Satisfied, I don't even have the satisfaction and excitement of counting money.

"Then why did you lower the price? What's wrong with your head? If it weren't for the fact that you two are already a bit overwhelmed with the 10 steamed buns a day, I still want to expand production." Yang Dongxu's eyes sparkled as he counted the money in his hand.

"I still want to sell more, are you not afraid of accidents?" Old man Xuan was surprised.

"What could happen, the people in the wool spinning factory won't let you set up a stall at their door?" Yang Dongxu finally took his eyes off the money.

"That's not true." Old man Xuan shook his head.

"Yes, just a few days after the sale, the director of that factory came and refused to let us set up a stall. Later, Grandpa Xuan didn't know what he said, and he wanted to give him 10 big meat buns every day, so he didn't come again. But he never pays." Zhou Ya pouted her mouth very unhappy. Someone took the buns and didn't give money, if Grandpa Xuan didn't stop her, he would definitely go up and scratch his face.

However, the seniority of a few people is messy enough, Zhou Yiren is Yang Dongxu's god-grandfather, Zhou Ya is his own god-grandfather's daughter, but Yang Dongxu is only willing to call Zhou Ya's sister, and never mentions his aunt.

Because of Yang Dongxu's relationship, old man Xuan and Zhou Yiren can be said to be friends of the same generation, but when Zhou Ya called Zhou Yiren's father, he just called old man Xuan grandpa.

This caused Zhou Yiren a lot of headaches, and in the end it was old man Xuan who made the decision. Although Zhou Yiren was not reconciled to being one level younger than old man Xuan, he had no choice but to acquiesce because of old man Xuan's age.

"Silly girl, if you don't give someone some benefits, why would you set up a stall at the gate of their factory? Where can you make so much money by setting up a stall?" Old man Xuan rubbed Zhou Ya's head, and Zhou Ya avoided it displeased.

Seeing this scene, Yang Dongxu felt that his heart had been stabbed again. Both Zhou Yiren and old man Xuan seemed to love Zhou Ya from the bottom of their hearts. Forget about Zhou Yiren, Zhou Ya is his daughter after all. But old man Xuan is the same, what the hell?

Thinking about when he was in his hometown, even though there was patriarchal thought in the countryside, the number of times his childhood elder sister and younger sister were beaten together was not as good as one-tenth of his own, and Yang Dongxu felt even more aggrieved.

Could it be that I was reborn in the wrong era? This era is not patriarchal, but patriarchal? Otherwise, why would my parents, my godfather, and this old man Xuan always beat me up every now and then?

"Then giving 10 is too much, giving 8, no, five is enough. If it's just him, just give one, it's a lot of money." Zhou Ya counted with her fingers.

Every time the fat director came to pick up the buns, it was as if he was pulling her flesh again. If eyes could kill, the director would have turned into meat sauce long ago, and the buns were too soft.

However, although Zhou Ya lived in the countryside since she was a child, she is not a rigid person. Naturally, she knew the reason for giving the buns, but just like what she said, she gave too much, which made people feel distressed.

Old man Xuan looked at Zhou Ya dotingly, then turned to Yang Dongxu and said, "What do you think of this girl wanting to sell porridge?"

"Why do you want to sell porridge?" Yang Dongxu didn't answer Old Man Xuan's question, but looked at Zhou Ya.

"Selling porridge can make a lot of money, and people who buy buns also complain that we don't sell thinner ones. If you eat buns dry, you will get thirsty." Zhou Ya whispered.

"It seems that not everyone brings water to drink. Selling porridge should also make money." Yang Dongxu rubbed his chin, then shook his head: "Just sell buns, not porridge."

"Why?" Zhou Ya's eyes lit up when she heard that she could make money, but she couldn't figure it out when she heard that porridge was not sold.

"It's impossible for us to earn all the money. Others will be jealous, don't you understand? Don't worry, those people who are thirsty after eating buns will stop complaining in a few days." Yang Dongxu said with a smile.

"Why?" Zhou Ya still didn't understand.

"Because no one is stupid. If I'm not wrong, some people should start to observe secretly these days, and even start to be moved. So seeing our business is so good, they will definitely follow suit. The cost of selling steamed buns is a bit high. , but the cost of porridge is not big, so it doesn’t matter if you can’t sell it if you boil a pot.”

"They are thirsty after eating our steamed stuffed buns, so why should they drink other people's porridge?" Zhou Ya was a little unconvinced, but it wasn't that she didn't understand the truth, she just thought of the money she could make, and she couldn't convince others to make it.

"Okay, don't be angry, you will be the one who will get angry after all this anger. I guess there will be people selling buns soon." Yang Dongxu explained Zhou Ya as if he was comforting his little sister. At this moment, it seems that he is the big brother, Zhou Ya Ya is a little sister who doesn't understand anything.

"How can I do that?" Zhou Ya was completely impatient when she heard that someone would steal her buns.

"Why not? You can sell steamed stuffed buns, so why not let other people sell them? Maybe their food trucks will be exactly the same as ours. Don't worry, we won't make less money.

When someone starts selling buns like us, old man Xuan will upgrade the recipe of buns, and our buns will be better than theirs. We must outsell them.

When their taste is getting better and better, we will improve it. If they can't improve and start selling at a reduced price, then we will stop pushing the food truck and find a place with a good location to open a store.

Then recruit a few more workers so that more buns can be made. Purchasing flour and pork in large quantities can also lower prices. Although the price of buns has come down, our cost has also come down. In addition, we can make a lot of money by selling more. "Looking at Zhou Ya anxiously, Yang Dongxu had no choice but to break down the truth and explain it to her.

"You're smarter than a monkey if you're covered in hair." The old man Xuan who was sitting next to him snorted.

Three black lines appeared on Yang Dongxu's forehead in an instant. What does it mean to be "better than a monkey with hair on it"? This is called being smart, you know how smart you are? long-term vision do not know