Volume 1: Reborn in the 1980s, selling lunch boxes with my mother Chapter 174 Grandma Hu is possessed by the spirit of drama
Grandma Hu decided to take her granddaughter to meet the village chief of Nanqiao Village in person.
If for no other reason, just to let my granddaughter see what kind of man is a good man worthy of a woman's entrusting her life to.
Nanqiao Village.
Village chief Zhao Yongfu got up before dawn.
First, cook the sweet potato porridge, then let the chickens out to walk around in the yard and cook the pig food. After finishing all these, wash your face quickly and start chopping bamboo strips in the yard.
What Grandma Hu said was right. If he didn't care about his wife's life or death, he could just let her lie in bed and suffer. When she couldn't bear it anymore, she would die naturally.
By then, the village chief can find another healthy woman.
Zhao Yongfu refused.
After becoming disabled, his wife really didn't want to live at first, so he used their son to "threaten" her, saying that if she dared to die, he would marry a stepmother for her son. When the stepmother had her own son, what benefit would her son get?
Zhao Yongfu made his wife so upset that she wanted to commit suicide but couldn't even do it, so he started to act like a troublemaker again.
He sighed in front of his wife, saying that it was too difficult to support such a large family with his work points alone. When the village head's wife thought of her son not getting married yet, she immediately thought of committing suicide.
But what can a disabled person with limited mobility do to make money?
Soon, the village chief found a craftsman for his wife to learn how to weave baskets. The finished bamboo baskets were taken to the supply and marketing cooperative, where there was a purchase point, which could at least earn some living expenses for the family.
Later, when the market was liberalized, the village chief asked his wife and son to weave baskets at home. When they had enough, he would take them to the market in town to sell them. This way he could make more money than selling to the supply and marketing cooperative.
But it’s a small business after all, how much money can it make?
But this time, Jiang Tian plans to deliver a big order to the village chief's family.
In fact, if both parties are happy with this cooperation, the village chief's wife and son may be able to turn this skill into a business in the future.
As long as their food factory business continues to be good, they will have to purchase a large amount of packaging for major festivals such as the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival every year.
The printing and packaging factories in the city should also be able to customize such gift box packaging, but Jiang Tian feels that according to people's thinking at this time, everyone should still prefer gift boxes made from reusable local bamboo baskets or bamboo baskets.
After eating the rice dumplings, the remaining bamboo baskets can be used to store potatoes and sweet potatoes, or to carry them when buying vegetables. It is so convenient.
Zhao Yongfu had just split the bamboo strips for his family's use today and was about to serve rice to his wife and son when he heard someone inquiring at the door, asking if this was the village chief's house.
I walked over and saw, wow! What a pretty girl!
In fact, Jiang Tian didn't suddenly become beautiful. It was that after she sent rice dumplings to the homes of several old comrades of He Xiangjun last time, those uncles and aunts asked someone to bring her a lot of good things, including two new sets of clothes.
Today she was wearing a tweed coat which was very rare in the countryside, and a pair of small leather shoes. She looked like a city girl, and her whole body exuded a sense of fashion.
Following behind was an old lady with a kind face.
"Little classmate, who are you looking for?"
"You are the village chief, right? My name is Jiang Tian, and this is my grandma. We heard that your wife's bamboo baskets are of very good quality, so we came to buy some from you."
As he spoke, he handed over a basket of rice dumplings in his hand and said with a smile: "These are the rice dumplings from my workshop. I'll bring a few for you and Auntie to try."
Zhao Yongfu laughed loudly: "Little girl is so sweet, why call me uncle? Call me grandpa! I guess I am only a few years younger than your grandma, right?"
Jiang Tian was not angry when her flattery was exposed. She immediately changed her tone and called him "Grandpa Zhao". She also asked them if they had eaten. If not, she would cook the zongzi.
Zhao Yongfu welcomed the two people into the house with a smile. When Grandma Hu took a look at the family, her evaluation of them increased a bit.
Generally, in families with elderly or disabled people, there will always be a special smell in the house over time. But when you enter the village chief's house, what hits your nose, in addition to the smell of sweet potato porridge, is the fresh fragrance of bamboo strips.
There are two bamboo "wheelchairs" in the main room. Although they are called wheelchairs, they do not have wheels as big as those in the hospital. They are just bamboo reclining chairs with armrests on both sides and wooden wheels underneath, which make it easy to push them .
The people sitting in the wheelchairs should be the village chief's wife and son.
Grandma Hu felt sad when she thought that such a good man had a wife and children who became disabled.
But he didn't show it at all, and even chatted enthusiastically with the village chief's wife.
If Grandma Hu wants to make someone feel comfortable, that person will feel like he is bathed in a spring breeze.
At least for now, the village chief's wife, Chen Sanniang, felt particularly happy talking to Grandma Hu.
Grandma Hu was different from others. She didn't keep looking at her wheelchair and her disabled leg, nor did she deliberately lower her voice and speak to herself in a tone of pity.
The old lady acted as if nothing had happened and started chatting with Chen Sanniang about business matters.
It seemed as if Chen Sanniang was the one in charge of this family and this bamboo weaving business.
Zhao Yongfu next to him was stunned for a moment, and the tall and strong man's eyes suddenly turned red.
The village chief turned his head to the side, coughed, said he was going to the yard to feed the chickens, and ran out as if he was running for his life.
The village chief's son Zhao Dongliang sat in another wheelchair, looking at his father's fleeing back in silence.
Dad, have you forgotten that you fed our chickens once at dawn?
Upon discovering that the village chief was truly in love with his wife, the shrewd Granny Hu immediately focused her strategy on Chen Sanniang.
Chen Sanniang was just an ordinary housewife, but Grandma Hu obviously would not allow her to be just a housewife.
I saw that she took Chen Sanniang and they went from selling rice dumplings at a gas station to opening a rice dumpling workshop. They hired more than 30 people to help them make rice dumplings at home, and they sell tens of thousands of rice dumplings every day.
He also talked about how popular their rice dumplings were, and soon even the bus station in the county town started selling them.
At this point, Grandma Hu was possessed by the spirit of drama, and complained with difficulty:
"Sanniang, you don't know how particular those city people are! It's just a rice dumpling, but they complain that our packaging is ugly."
"Tell me! We can sell rice dumplings on the provincial road as long as they taste good, but if we sell them at the bus station and let those outsiders see us, wouldn't that bring shame to our county?"
"Well, I heard that the bamboo baskets you made, Sanniang, are beautiful and sturdy, so I shamelessly asked for information along the way. I want you to make us a small basket to hold the zongzi..."
Granny Hu has been so humble, what else can Chen Sanniang say?
