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Upon learning that Qiaoqiao was going to sell her kimchi, the whole family started bidding against each other.

Zhou Wenhui was the first to speak: "Qiaoqiao, I hadn't even eaten two bites of this jar of kimchi before my colleagues snatched it all up. How about I pay them 50 cents a jar and they sell it to me?"

This brat, you've already raised the price so high before there's even any bidding!

Zhou Zhonghai quickly chimed in, "I'll contribute six mao, Qiaoqiao. I've thought it through. From now on, when the company leaders hold a symposium, each of them will receive a bottle of kimchi."

"piece."

Luo Meiyun suddenly said, "Hospital patients have poor appetites and can't eat. Pickled vegetables can stimulate their appetite. I'll buy a jar and give it to the patients."

"Meiyun, how can you ask for such a price? You've suddenly raised it to one dollar, I... I don't have that much money!"

Zhou Zhonghai panicked, and Zhou Wenhui panicked too: "Mom, it's only one yuan a bottle, and my salary is only enough to buy kimchi."

The two men were full of resentment, but Qiaoqiao said seriously, "My family doesn't sell these, so eat as much as you want."

"But if you sell it to your classmates, what will we eat?" Zhou Zhonghai looked at Qiaoqiao ingratiatingly.

"I'm not really doing business; I'm just trying to get things started. Xiaoqi, who took me to pick vegetables, comes from a very poor family. I wanted to teach her how to make kimchi so she could sell it. I don't lack food or clothing; it would be unfair of me to steal Xiaoqi's business."

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I'll only sell them for a few days. Once Xiaoqi's kimchi is ready, I'll stop selling them. You can eat as much as you want."

"Those who receive official salaries should not compete with the people for profit. Qiaoqiao, you're doing a great job." Zhou Zhonghai gave a thumbs up.

"Dad, picking vegetables is undignified, but it's very rewarding to turn unwanted vegetables into delicious food."

"What's so undignified about it? It's dignified, very dignified. Dad supports you going to pick vegetables."

Luo Meiyun glared at Zhou Zhonghai, then said with a smile, "Qiaoqiao, Mom is too narrow-minded. I didn't expect you to be doing this to help your classmate. This spirit deserves praise. You just go and pick the vegetables; Xiaomei and I will do the housework."

Zhou Wenhui smiled and looked down, never expecting that his uncouth little wife would receive unanimous praise from his parents.

At the same time, he became increasingly determined to have Qiaoqiao study market management.

Qiaoqiao's world collapsed. She could only make kimchi, but Zhou Wenhui actually brought back a bunch of books for her to read every day and take notes.

"Wenhui, should I stick to being a teacher? I really don't like reading." Qiaoqiao protested pitifully.

"At most, you'll become a middle school teacher, a history teacher, teaching several classes a day, and talking about the same content for decades. Don't you find it boring?" Zhou Wenhui earnestly advised.

"It's tedious, but it's still better than reading such a huge pile of books."

"Once you go to the trade market, there are new challenges every day. Different people, different stories, and you can quickly sense changes in the market economy. Take kimchi, for example. You sell it to your classmates, rent a storefront, and sell it to customers. Haven't you ever thought about selling it to other provinces one day? Or even abroad?"

"Wenhui, this kind of kimchi can actually be sold overseas?" Qiaoqiao felt that Zhou Wenhui was lying.

"Of course! Once the economy is thriving, anything is possible. The trade market will be the economic barometer of Huailin City. If you become a history teacher, you'll be trapped in a framework for life, and it will be very difficult to break free. Qiaoqiao, you're still young and you learn quickly. If you don't work hard now, you won't be able to learn later."

"But I just can't concentrate on my studies right now," Qiaoqiao said with a mournful face.

"Hmm, I didn't think it through. How about you take a course in marketing management? It'll be easier with a teacher."

"Wenhui, I haven't even mastered history, and you're making me take marketing management as an elective? I'm going crazy."

"In that case, if you study marketing management well, I'll give your parents a bicycle and a sewing machine."

Zhou Wenhui knew Qiaoqiao too well. She wouldn't waver no matter what he gave her, but it was a different story when he gave her parents-in-law.

"But where would we get tickets for bicycles and sewing machines?"

"Don't worry about it. As long as you study marketing management properly, I mean what I say."

"Well, I'll give it a try."

Zhou Wenhui laughed. Girls can't be coaxed with just words; they also need to be tempted with benefits.

Actually, even if Qiaoqiao didn't study, he had already asked Zhao Jintao to bring a bicycle and a sewing machine when he went to Shanghai.

When the goods arrived, he asked his father to deliver them directly to Dashui Village.

Qiaoqiao looked at the pile of books, and her head started to hurt less.

Dad really needs a bicycle. He needs to go to town to buy some medicine for Grandma, which is a round trip of more than ten miles.

If I occasionally want to eat some meat, I have to go to town, but often I don't go because of the long distance.

With a bicycle, the family could take their extra eggs to town to exchange for oil, salt, kerosene, and matches.

My mother likes to do needlework, but does she know how to use a sewing machine?

Qiaoqiao doesn't know how to operate a sewing machine, can her mother learn?

For my father and mother, I'll give it my all and study hard.

On Sunday, Qiaoqiao filled a large box with kimchi, added a few extra drops of sesame oil, and it smelled so good that Xiaowei wanted to eat it again. Hu Xiaomei said it was spicy, and he finally stopped.

This big box of kimchi is for Grandpa Liu at the vegetable farm. If he likes it, we'll bring him some next time we go to pick vegetables.

Qiaoqiao then took the remaining sugar, vinegar, soy sauce, and two bottles of sour soup from home before going with Gu Tong'an to pick up vegetables.

Zhou Zhonghai asked Gu Quan to drive Qiaoqiao there, but Qiaoqiao refused. What kind of behavior is it to go to pick up vegetables in a jeep?

Zhou Wenhui also felt that Qiaoqiao should learn to get along with her classmates on her own, so Zhou Zhonghai gave up.

They agreed to meet at the three-way intersection, and Gu Tong'an also rode a bicycle.

"Hey, where did you get this car?"

We agreed yesterday that Qiaoqiao would take Gu Tong'an, so why does he have a car too?

"Hey Yao Xing, how's it? A 28-inch carrying pole, can it carry a lot of vegetables, right?"

"Yao Xing bought a car? Is his work going well?"

The two rode side by side, talking.

"He's looking for business everywhere, and having a car makes things much easier."

"Does a disinfection plant have to find its own business?"

"The pressure is immense. I have to support so many workers and pay rent. I don't make much money from a fixed income. However, he's secured disinfection contracts from several schools, which can earn him a considerable amount."

Gu Tong'an smiled, never doubting Yao Xing's abilities.

"Didn't Uncle Fu say he'd introduce him to some other business opportunities?"

"The municipal party secretary started soliciting business as soon as he took over. Zhao Weiguo must be furious."

"Zhao Weiguo? Isn't that Chen Erniu?"

"Chen Erniu is just a front; the real boss behind the scenes is Zhao Weiguo. I've met him; he's been to Zhang Man's house several times."

When Zhang Man was mentioned, Qiaoqiao couldn't help but ask, "Does Zhang Man have a boyfriend?"

"No, she's always been single. Zhang Man is the kindest, gentlest, and hardworking girl. Yang Qiao, besides you, is the second best woman." Gu Tong'an blushed when Zhang Man was mentioned.

Qiaoqiao was startled and blurted out, "Gu Tong'an, do you like Zhang Man?"

"I don't have a job yet, and I'm not capable of being good to her." Gu Tong'an actually blushed.

"Hey, Gu Tong'an, you're right. You must not fall in love easily. You can't support a family right now, let alone Zhang Man's family."

Qiaoqiao panicked. The young man had fallen for a woman, but she couldn't openly discuss her relationship with Lin Jie, so she could only use pressure to temporarily suppress his impulse.

Gu Tong'an has three more years until graduation, and Zhang Man might be married by then.

"I know that if you like someone, you should give them a decent life. Just like Teacher Zhou does for you."

"Yes, only when you have the ability can you provide a good life for the person you love."

Oh my god, Gu Tong'an likes Zhang Man, but what exactly is the relationship between Zhang Man and Lin Jie?

I saw them being very affectionate that day; they could never be just ordinary friends.