Chapter 302: Reborn in the 90s: The Tyrant Flower Chapter 303 Black-Hearted Capitalist

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Protagonist:

Chai Mi

Song Qiushui had indeed tasted that Pu'er tea, but she actually felt that tea was quite slimming — after drinking it she didn't want to eat for several days, it was disgusting to death.

However, given that Chai Mi didn't want it, Song Qiushui didn't give it either.

"Sigh... our family's relatives, the broken playthings they give, not a single practical thing. Every time they come they give something not worth money, things I don't even like. Unlike your family's relatives, they give food when they give. Practical and saves trouble."

"Qiu Shui... do I need to give you a lesson?"

"Sure."

Chai Mi then began to brainwash Song Qiushui: "You have to work hard to earn money. After you have money, your family's relatives will give you whatever you want to eat. Whatever you like, they'll help you buy. That's society. So, first, you have to have some small money."

Song Qiushui stared blankly: "Chai Mi, how do I feel like you're fooling me? If I damn well have money, wouldn't I just buy it myself?"

Chai Mi: "Uh... this question, it becomes quite profound. Things also become interesting. But the core of the root problem is, you have no money."

Song Qiushui covered her chest: "Sister, before you damn well pierce my heart, can't you give me some preparation? Too damn sudden."

"So, as your best sister, I'll definitely point you a clear path."

Song Qiushui frowned: "Sure it's not pointing to the road to the West Heaven, the one in the middle?"

"Hehehe, that's impossible." Chai Mi laughed.

This Song Qiushui indeed wasn't too easy to fool: "If you want to earn money, you have to work hard. If you work hard, you'll have more money. The broadcast says, hard work leads to wealth..."

"The broadcast also says: believe destiny is in your own hands. My destiny is to eat and drink my fill, I'll definitely grasp my own destiny well, absolutely cannot get tired."

Song Qiushui just didn't believe it.

"How about this. Qiu Shui, later when we two set up a stall, you help me, but I have no money to give you..." Chai Mi explained.

Before she finished, she was interrupted by Song Qiushui: "You mean freeload off me, and I still have to thank you? No, you don't have to fool me..."

"No. I mean although I don't give money, don't we have a second sales channel now... then later the pickled vegetable income, after I deduct costs, I'll split you half the profit." Chai Mi said.

Song Qiushui stared blankly at Chai Mi: "Uh... buy some pickled vegetables, then you still take half the profit? That's bizarre. These pickled vegetables aren't worth money either. I heard Xiu'er say, you buy them at one yuan per catty. Already a bit expensive, then you still split me half? Too black-hearted... capitalist."

"Aiya. We sell expensive. This one catty of pickled vegetables, you add some soy sauce and soak it, cut into fine threads, at most a small saucer, just one or two liang. And not just this pickled vegetable, we'll also make some peanuts, dried tofu sticks, potato shreds and such, make them ourselves, also kelp silk, whatever's cheap we'll make. Then a small saucer one yuan per saucer, if a plate, sell for three yuan. That way cost is at most one mao for a small saucer, for a plate also just two or three mao. Profit ten times..."

With Chai Mi saying this, Song Qiushui started calculating: "That's practically no capital for ten thousand profit. Even robbing money isn't this fast... but, not necessarily easy to sell. Everyone's very poor, you can't just keep shearing wool off the same group. They work hard, eat your dumplings all day and are already poor as can be, you add pickled vegetables and it's even harder."

"You don't quite understand. Poor is because we live in the village. City people aren't necessarily poor." Chai Mi thought and said: "Go set up stall at the factory gate, we go on odd days, even days we two go to the county town. Anyway it's just walking a bit more road, we have a motorcycle, no problem. Then, we can let the factory side not get bored of eating, and also go into the city to see the world."

Anyway, can't just guard one place and keep setting up stall.

Must have some change to work.

Song Qiushui frowned: "Anyway you decide, go wherever you want."

But then asked: "Mainly our county town, maybe only the industrial zone workers have some small money. The rest... hard. Besides those few factories, our county's biggest pillar industry is schools."

"Right, sell to students." Chai Mi spread her hands: "Price is still that price. School canteen is cheap, dishes are passable. But all rice and big corn cakes, absolutely impossible to have dumplings. Every day just those few things, get bored and come out to eat something different, how nice."

"Hehe. You're quite considerate of our county's numerous students..."

Ke County relatively speaking, pillar industry indeed is schools.

Education side, strength relatively outstanding.

One is because this side's education resources themselves received tilt. Because it's an ethnic autonomous region, so the state invests heavily in education. Teachers' salary treatment is also higher than other places in this era.

Two is this side's junior high promotion rates are really low. By high school, those remaining are basically relatively reliable students. So promotion rate there is very high.

Of course, main reason might also be because Chinese exam is relatively simple. After all ethnic autonomous region, Chinese exam questions simple, can also boost scores, so attracted many out-of-town students.

Even many other cities' city people, specially come here to study or review.

This also became Ke County's characteristic and another main source supporting county economy.

"Then it's settled. Tomorrow we go beside No. 1 Middle School, set up a stall to sell some." Chai Mi said.

"Ah..." Song Qiushui scratched her forehead, didn't say much.

To say going beside No. 1 Middle School to set up stall, more or less a bit not ideal. Business good or bad is secondary. Mainly Chai Min isn't studying at No. 1 Middle School?

These "cousin sisters" meeting face to face, wouldn't be good.

But Chai Mi is the boss, her word counts. Song Qiushui doesn't care, whatever happens happens. Anyway the sickly one can't do anything to two people.

Then afternoon Chai Mi made some dumpling filling. Now weather isn't that especially hot. Preparing some dumpling filling in advance is also no problem. And home has a refrigerator now, so don't have to stay up late to make dumpling filling.

Also go check if that inverted donkey has enough oil...

Result, really not quite enough.

Chai Mi helpless, had to go to maternal aunt's home, find Liu San to buy a barrel of oil.

Gasoline also rose in price. Originally one yuan two or three, result these few days didn't go, rose to one yuan five per liter.

One barrel gasoline two hundred liters, directly cost Chai Mi three hundred yuan.

But this barrel of oil, enough for three months or two months. Also counts as saving trouble. Anyway, later this gasoline will only get more expensive.

One yuan five?

Later can only buy bottled mineral water.

Chai Mi also specially test rode the inverted donkey. Nothing wrong. But Liu San still reminded Chai Mi: Weather's a bit cold. In a few days need to change to winter engine oil.

Everything still fine. Dinner also simply prepared a bit. Song Qiushui anyway now basically eats at Chai Mi's home. Except still sleeping at home, usually just stays here and doesn't leave. Everyone's already used to it, quite normal.

Rural this kind of close girlfriends actually quite many. A few good ones play together, better than those fake brotherhood bonds.

And Song Qiushui this person has big advantages. Never greedy for money, also smart. Except not too capable, all advantages.

Song Qiushui just likes some eating drinking playing ordinary days. As for work, especially physical labor, that's completely hopeless.

Because afternoon cut twenty or thirty catties of pickled vegetables and got tired, Song Qiushui ate dinner, not even six or seven o'clock, then lay in Chai Mi's room snoring asleep.

"Sister, I'm not one to talk too much, but let me advise you: you'd better be careful with Song Qiushui. That woman isn't much stronger than our Old Chai Family's sickly types."

The "sickly type" Chai Xiu mentioned naturally referred to Chai Min.

"And, Sister, look, they even have relatives, which means, from a genetic standpoint, the maternal side of Old Song's family is all more or less physically weak and prone to illness. Don't work Song Qiushui so hard—if you wear her out and something happens, what do we do?"

Chai Mi frowned without looking at Chai Xiu: "Is it... do you just think Song Qiushui took your sleeping spot?"

Chai Mi pointed to where Song Qiushui slept, which was usually Chai Xiu's spot.

By now Song Qiushui hadn't changed her clothes and was already asleep, while Chai Xiu sat pitifully, discovering she had no place to sleep.

The past couple of days had been fine—Chai Mi had chased Chai Youqing out, so Chai Xiu slept in that room. Now Chai Youqing had sneaked back on his own, and Chai Mi hadn't said anything, so Chai Xiu came over to squeeze in again.

The kang was only so big.

And the northern kang, though warm in winter and cool in summer, had a clear difference between the kang head and the kang tail. Also because of the lighting, the vast majority of people chose to sleep at the kang head.

It was early autumn now.

The kang head was warm, so Chai Xiu got squeezed to the kang head. Of course, she wasn't very willing on the surface: first, Su Wan said the third child was too small to sleep in the middle, so one on the left and one on the right, with Chai Mi at the very kang tail, and Chai Xiu was confusedly arranged to the kang head. Chai Xiu said she didn't like the kang head.

Of course, that was summer.

Summer was hotter, and Chai Xiu didn't sleep well.

Now it was cold, and little Chai Xiu, who had been staying at the kang head "meekly" for three or four months, today happened to be cold too, and as a result Song Qiushui snatched her territory.

"She took my spot... and mainly... Sister, you can't wear Song Qiushui out. If she gets worn out and falls asleep, and the kang head is hot, and she gets internal heat, what do we do?"

"Go, go, go, you go sleep in the East Room, or else persuade Cun Ma to go to the East Room. Song Qiushui doesn't work, I do all the work... or am I counting on you to work?" Chai Mi frowned: "Or why don't you come work, then I won't have to wait on Song Qiushui."

Chai Xiu knew that tonight the kang head was completely hopeless.

"Fine, fine, fine, I can't afford to offend you, but I can avoid you!" Chai Xiu angrily hugged her thin quilt, "I'm going to the East Room! Squeezing with Old Father is fine anyway, better than watching capitalists exploit labor results here!" She deliberately bit down hard on the three words "capitalist," and glared at Chai Mi.

Chai Mi didn't even lift her head, just lightly replied: "Go, remember to close the door, don't let mice in. By the way, the East Room hasn't had its kang heated, remember to heat it yourself... mm-hmm, don't make too much noise, don't wake us up."

Chai Xiu: "..." Truly a real sister!

Hugging the quilt, Chai Xiu dragged her slippers unwillingly to the East Room. Chai Youqing was leaning against the kang head smoking a tobacco pipe, smoke swirling. Seeing Chai Xiu come in hugging a quilt, he was obviously stunned for a moment.

"What? No room on the kang?" Chai Youqing tapped his pipe ash.

"Hmph! Song Qiushui took it!" Chai Xiu threw her quilt onto the kang in a bad mood, "Dad, you go over there, make me some room."

Chai Youqing, for once, didn't say a word.

Chai Xiu climbed onto the kang, found a spot at the kang tail, and spread her quilt. The East Room's kang was far from as warm as the West Room's, and Chai Youqing kept smoking, the air filled with a tobacco oil smell.

Chai Xiu wrapped herself in the quilt, only her little head showing, cursing Song Qiushui over and over in her heart: It's all this guy's fault! Making me come here to smell secondhand smoke!

Just as she was silently cursing in her heart, a faint whimpering suddenly came from the Stove Room, followed by the "scratch scratch" of claws scratching a cardboard box. Chai Xiu pricked up her ears—those two little ancestors were awake! Probably hungry, or felt cold? She subconsciously wanted to climb up and look, but as soon as she moved, she lay back down in a huff.

"Screw them! Let them bark! They're not my dogs!" Chai Xiu muttered, rolled over, and covered her head with the quilt.

But the little dog kept scratching that cardboard box, and Chai Xiu hadn't heated the kang, so the kang was still a bit cool.

"So annoying!" Chai Xiu suddenly threw off the quilt and sat up, angrily getting off the kang.

Chai Youqing watched his daughter rush out in a hurry, shook his head, and took another puff of his pipe.

Chai Xiu tiptoed out and turned on the lamp.

Seeing inside that broken cardboard box, two little dogs were huddled together. Big Head indeed had more spirit, clinging to the edge of the cardboard box trying hard to crawl out, making "woof woof" sounds. Piezi shrank in the corner, her small body trembling slightly, her whimpers even finer and more pitiful than Big Head's.

"Tsk! In the middle of the night, what are you howling about!" Chai Xiu lowered her voice and scolded them, but still walked over and squatted by the edge of the cardboard box. She reached her hand in and touched both little dogs' heads. Big Head immediately came up to lick her hand, while Piezi timidly rubbed against her fingers. The cold touch of the nose tip made Chai Xiu's resentment dissipate by half.

"Cold, huh? Second Aunt really is something, not even putting down more padding..." Chai Xiu muttered, got up and went to the firewood pile, grabbed several large handfuls of dry, soft corn husks, spread them layer by layer at the bottom of the box, put the two little dogs back, and deliberately tucked Piezi into a warmer spot. The two little dogs seemed to feel the warmth and sense of security, their whimpers gradually quieted, and they curled up leaning against each other.

Afterward Chai Xiu sneaked out to get some firewood, then lit the kang.

"People aren't as good as dogs... no, we share the same fate." Chai Xiu muttered.

Chai Xiu didn't dare criticize Chai Mi, so she started criticizing her father instead. She came into the room muttering: "Dad, you do nothing all day, and when you come back no one says anything, don't you even light your own kang?"

Chai Youqing was stunned: Uh...

Afterward Chai Youqing went down to light the fire.