Back to 1979: Sending the Educated Youth’s Wife Back to the City

Chapter 110 Handwritten Flyers
Fang Mingche experienced a lot of human nature from those guys in the cooperative who turned their backs on him. They had clearly taken advantage of him, and it was he who first suggested that they go to the square to do business. As a result, they all had that smile on their faces.

He will never have any dealings with such people again.

As for Zhu Dahai, if he had his own way or thought of doing the egg business, it would be fine for him to resign. But I was afraid that he would disrupt the morale of the troops and prevent others from doing their work with peace of mind.

Lin Yan was startled. Yes, Zhu Dahai had 200 yuan in hand. He was willing to take out the money to gamble. Moreover, he also knew that eggs in that village were easier to buy.

"Okay, then take it slow."

After another day and a half of hard work, we finally finished the cleaning and tidying up of the new land.

Lin Yan said, "Let's go back early today. It's two dollars. We'll leave after dinner. Tomorrow morning we'll go to the flea market and buy all the old furniture we need."

Today is August 8th, and we will open in two days.

Since it was finished early, several people said they would help with the cooking.

Lin Yan said, "Alright, finish cooking the food. I'll keep the account."

She sat on the small stool next to Yanyan and started to keep accounts. The little girl didn't come with her today, she went out with her father to the stall. There wasn't much work today. Mingche didn't have to close the stall before coming.

Everyone was exhausted after these two and a half days.

The cost of this land reclamation and cleaning is quite high. The salary for three days alone is 84. Adding the food for three days, it is more than 100.

Adding the rent, I’ve already spent 400 before even making any money.

We also need to buy a scale and a tricycle. The delivery is not a single destination. Moreover, we need three people in the early stage just so that one person can go from street to street to collect waste. In the previous communication, Liu Qingfeng clearly expressed his willingness to go.

After that, the monthly salary will be 108. Well, there is also Teacher Gao, so that is at least 120. How can you earn so much?

Forget it, the business is about to open, don’t pour cold water on yourself.

That night, everyone went back at 6:30.

The four temporary workers were silent. They would have nothing to do tomorrow. Three people were enough to purchase and deliver the old furniture.

I heard that Teacher Lin went to borrow the tricycle that Boss Cui used to buy vegetables. He can just borrow it after he buys the vegetables.

Aunt Yuan also helped to rent a car from the yard next door. It cost 30 cents a day to use it to carry old furniture, and people were willing to do it.

Lin Yan said: "The main thing is that in the early stage, we have to invest thousands of dollars. This is when we already have a tricycle. Now we don't know how the business will be. If there are too many people, we can't afford it."

The four sighed, "Teacher Lin, we understand."

With such a large investment, it is hard to say whether the business will be successful. They certainly don’t dare to hire too many people at the beginning.

Lin Yan opened her mouth and wanted to say that if she wanted, someone could help her resell the eggs. However, this would not solve the problem of four people. What is worrying is not the lack of supply, but the inequality!

Only now did she realize how powerful Mingche was, as he had the audacity to run to the capital without carrying his daughter and become a migrant worker, setting up a big tea stall.

They had never thought of reselling eggs or vegetables. They had a hukou so they were not afraid of being sent back to their hometowns, and their job search was not very good. As for herself, it was because she had seen Mingche do it so much that she could draw inferences from other things. Moreover, her courage was also inspired by the success of the big bowl tea stall.

"If you are willing to come again when business picks up, we will definitely give you priority." These days, everyone worked well. But she observed Zhu Dahai and found that he was a bit lazy. He always arranged for others to do the work and tried to do as little as possible. The six people thought that he had been working for a long time, so they took him as the leader this time. They obeyed.

After returning home, Fang Mingche brought Lin Yan some bath water and saw that she looked a little depressed. So he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Those four returned educated youths actually did a pretty good job. But we really can't accept that many people."

Fang Mingche said: "The country cannot solve this problem for the time being. But in two years, everyone will gradually find their own way out."

In another two years, the resources controlled by the state will be gradually decentralized, and various enterprises will emerge. Naturally, more jobs will be provided. They can only do what they can.

"Mingche, it opens on the 8th, are you going?"

Fang Mingche smiled and said, "I definitely have to go to do my own business."

Lin Yan went to take a shower, and Teacher Gao brought over a stack of handwritten bills with a brush. Fang Mingche had assigned him to write 100 bills with the purchase price of the scrap yard. He wrote it according to the price of the national purchase station, which was two cents more per kilogram. He also wrote words like "opening on the 8th".

Fang Mingche looked at it and gave Teacher Gao two yuan. The handwriting was quite beautiful, worthy of someone who had been writing on the blackboard for many years. Two cents per copy, very cost-effective!
Teacher Gao said: "Your own handwriting is also very beautiful."

Fang Mingche said, "I carry the teapot and raise and lower my wrist more than a thousand times a day. When I get home, I don't want to write anything!"

"It's just right that you don't want to write. Leave it to me later."

The families of the educated youth who went to reclaim the wasteland said that their work was good, and they were not exposed to the wind or the sun. They could just write at home and earn two yuan.

Fang Mingche said: "It should not be used for the time being. This can be regarded as a promotion for the opening."

The next day, Lin Yan bought all the old furniture that could be used at one stop, asked three employees to tie them up in the back of the tricycle, and then went to the scrap yard with her.

This purchase cost me nearly two hundred. After all, I had to fill up the house. Oh, it's already six hundred!

By August, they estimated that their savings would reach 3,000 yuan, which meant they would have to spend one-third of it.

If she didn't admire Mingche so much now, she really wouldn't be so cooperative and spend so much!
Her parents were wondering what she was busy with recently and why she couldn't go back. She said they were starting a new business and couldn't take care of it.

As for the business, it opened on the 8th. Before the opening, it was kept low-key, as it didn't want to be snatched away by others.

When they arrived, the three employees unloaded the old furniture and put them in place. They were all disassembled wooden boards that would have to be pieced together one by one.

Lin Yan smiled and waved to call over a few tough boys in the village. She gave each of them 10 cents and asked them to take the list and distribute it to the scavengers at the garbage dump. They often played in that area, so their parents would not come to their house for this.

"Teacher Lin, don't worry. We will definitely help you deliver it to those people."

Lin Yan said: "If they don't believe it or ask where the recycling station is, you can show them the way. If there are any who can't read, you can read it to them."

"okay!"

Lin Yan handed them a hundred handwritten flyers and went in to see how the furniture was being assembled.

(End of this chapter)