Reborn In The '80s

It turned out that it wasn't Cui Qingfeng, but a passer-by on two or six bicycles. Xu Zhao was disappointed for a while, and was really anxious to wait, so he told Cui's father and dragged Xu Fan around, but the weather was too hot, and he had already reached the intersection. Tired and sweating profusely, beads of sweat appeared on Xu Fan's face, so he took Xu Fan to sit on a tree stump under the shade of a tree, enjoying the summer breeze and watching the endless stream of pedestrians.

Although this era is poor, everyone seems to be quite happy, and this year's bumper harvest, everyone's life seems to be better, and there is a lot more spare money in their hands.

When Xu Zhao was observing everything here, he suddenly heard the sound of a bicycle bell. When he looked up, Cui Qingfeng's bicycle stopped in front of him.

Xu Zhao hurriedly asked, "How is the sale?"

Cui Qingfeng played riddles in a good mood: "Guess!"

Xu Zhao directly lifted the small quilt on the foam box and said pleasantly, "It's sold out."

Cui Qingfeng said happily: "Not only."

Xu Zhao asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

"It's just not enough to sell." Cui Qingshen said cheerfully: "Old customers said it was more delicious than before. When I came back, I still found something delicious and wanted to buy it again. Isn't it not enough to buy? Haha Ha ha."

Xu Zhao asked: "Really? Your regular customers also think it's delicious?"

Cui Qingfeng said very seriously: "You are a puppy!"

Xu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the popsicles he made would not meet the tastes of people of this age in this world, which would cause him to be unable to make money. In that case, when winter came, he and Xu Fan would either starve to death or freeze to death here. After the game was finished, Xu Zhao had a solid foundation in his mind, he looked at Cui Qingfeng with clear eyes, and said, "Then can we continue?"

"Yes, let's move on."

"Then let's do it now."

Cui Qingfeng asked in surprise: "Do it now?"

Xu Zhao nodded: "Yes."

"But I only go to the countryside once a day." The weather is so hot, it is not easy to go to the countryside, do you have to go to the countryside in the afternoon? No one wants to eat two sticks a day, that's a bit of a luxury.

Xu Zhao said with a smile, "I don't need to go to the countryside this time, I just sell it at this intersection!"

"Sell at this intersection?"

"Yeah, let's try it, shall we?"

"Just say yes!"

It was nearly twelve o'clock at noon, and it was supposed to be time for Cui's family to eat, but Xu Zhao and Cui Qingfeng were actively making popsicles in order to sell popsicles at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, so they had no time to eat at all.

But Xu Fan had time to eat.

With Xu Zhao’s consent, Xu Fan ate with Cui’s mother at the chopping board next to him. Xu Fan, who has always been “self-reliant”, didn’t need Cui’s mother to feed him at all. A small bowl of noodles is especially edible when you put it in your stomach.

Mother Cui was a kind mother, seeing Xu Fan's good looks, she felt happy and said, "Xu Fan, eat slowly."

Xu Zhao groaned as he picked up the noodles.

Seeing that Xu Fan was almost finished eating, Cui's mother couldn't help interacting with Xu Fan, she was happy to hear Xu Fan's small milk cavity, and asked: "Xu Fan, how old are you?"

"Two and a half years old."

"Usually, dad takes you, or your grandma takes you."

"Grandma brings it." Xu Fan put the spoon on the chopping board, picked up the small bowl with two small hands, covered the whole bowl directly on the little face, made two noises, and the noodle soup in the bowl was completely drunk.

Xu Fan put down the bowl, turned back to Mother Cui and said, "My grandma doesn't call me Xu Fan, I have other nice names."

Mother Cui was overjoyed, and asked gently: "Is there any other nice name, what nice name?"

Xu Fan said seriously, "Baby, my name is Xu Baobao and Sanwazi."

Baby, Baby Xu, San Wazi——

This is a nice name?

Xu Zhao, who was drinking water, sprayed it.

Cui Qingfeng couldn't hold back his laughter.

Xu Fan's little finger pointed to Cui Qingfeng, and said to Cui's mother, "He, he laughed at me."

Cui's mother immediately said: "Qingfeng, don't laugh at us Xu Baobao."

Cui Qingfeng tried his best not to continue laughing, and turned to ask, "Xu Zhao, isn't his name Xu Fan?"

"Xu Fan was taken by me. His grandparents like to call him Baobao and Sanwazi."

Baby, Sanwazi——

Cui Qingfeng wanted to laugh again.

Xu Zhao was embarrassed, and said guiltily, "Stop laughing, put the popsicle molds in the refrigerator quickly."

Only then did Cui Qingfeng get serious, put the popsicle molds neatly into the refrigerator, and then cleaned up the scene before starting to eat lunch.

At 02:30, Cui's mother went to work in the factory.

Just as the popsicles in the refrigerator were frozen solid, Xu Zhao and Cui Qingfeng quickly wrapped them in popsicle paper, put them in a foam box, and carried a stool to the shade of a tree at the intersection, just in time for the workers in the county to take a nap and wake up for work. Everyone has summer sleepiness on their faces, just in need of refreshment.

Xu Zhao immediately shouted: "Ice popsicle! It's a sweet and thirst-quenching popsicle!"

It immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

Of course, it also surprised Cui Qingfeng. In his heart, Xu Zhao is that kind of handsome and gentle boy, with a kind of purity that is not stained by mud, which is completely different from rough men like him. I really didn't expect to be so down-to-earth. All of a sudden, the image of Xu Zhao in his heart became more vivid, besides liking him, he also admired him a little more.

After all, in this day and age, there are really few people who can sell their face in the streets and alleys, but Xu Zhaoneng, this is a kind of courage and a kind of resignation.

Cui Qingfeng couldn't help staring at Xu Zhao.

Xu Zhao suddenly turned to look at him.

Startled, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Xu Zhao said, "Find some change."

It was only then that Cui Qingfeng realized that Xu Zhao had already called someone to buy popsicles, so fast.

"How much money?" Cui Qingfeng asked quickly.

"Two cents." Xu Zhao replied.

After Xu Zhao finished speaking, he saw a passerby on the side of the road looking in his direction, and immediately greeted him with a smile, "Do you want to buy popsicles? I just took them out of the refrigerator, and they are very sweet."

A passer-by asked, "How much is one?"

"Three cents, with milk flavor, with mung beans, heatstroke prevention and cooling, what do you want?"

"Then can I get five cents if I buy two?"

Xu Zhao said calmly, "If you buy two, I can pick two bigger ones for you, but it costs six cents."

"...That's fine."

Cui Qingfeng never knew that Xu Zhao could talk like this. He really felt that he was very good at business, and he often boasted in front of his uncle that he was very capable. Except for the change, it was useless at all. Seeing Xu Zhao calling customers, selling popsicles, and smiling all the time, it was perfect and impeccable. When he looked at the foam box again, there was not a single popsicle in the foam box. up.

Not a single popsicle left!

A full hundred popsicles!

It sold out in half an hour!

And he, Cui Qingfeng, had to ride a bicycle for 150 popsicles. He was as tired as a dog. He kept yelling loudly and told him to sell them for three hours, but Xu Zhao sold them out without any haste!

Cui Qingfeng looked at Xu Zhao dumbfounded.

Xu Zhao asked, "What's wrong?"

Cui Qingfeng asked: "How did you do it?"

Xu Zhao asked back, "How did you do it?"

"Why do popsicles sell so fast?"

"Of course someone helped."

"Who?"

Xu Zhao stretched out his finger and pointed to the side. On the tree stump next to him sat a little milk boy who was eating mung bean popsicles with relish. His small face was serious and his mouth was red. It was Xu Fan and Xu Sanwazi.

Cui Qingfeng asked curiously: "Is he useful?"

"Who do you look down on, we are live advertisements." Xu Zhao shouted: "Xu Fan, come on, let's go."

Xu Fan led the mung bean popsicles to Xu Zhao's side, and stretched out his small hand to hold Xu Zhao's big hand.

Cui Qingfeng still didn't understand, and still asked Xu Zhao how he could sell so many popsicles so quickly.

Xu Zhao can't tell Cui Qingfeng that he has studied marketing, it's better to explain that it's the flow of people, customer needs, Xu Fan's advertisements and his enthusiasm that lead to such a good business.

Only then did Cui Qingfeng understand. After returning home, he took out all the money he had spent selling popsicles today, and counted it. It was seven yuan and fifty cents, a full seven yuan and fifty cents. This was the total of his two days in the countryside Although the income had to be shared with Xu Zhao, the profit was much higher than before, so Cui Qingfeng immediately gave Xu Zhao four yuan.

"What are you doing?" Xu Zhao asked.

"Share the money." Cui Qingfeng said.

Xu Zhao smiled and said, "How can there be such a division?"

"Then how do we divide?"

Cui Qingfeng is a scumbag, he will be helpless when it involves too "advanced" calculations, and he has only recently started a small business, so he can't think thoroughly.

But Xu Zhao can, Xu Zhao has a good brain and thinks comprehensively. He said, "It's very simple. After removing the total components, they will be divided equally. Besides, we don't divide the money now."

Cui Qingfeng felt that he couldn't keep up with Xu Zhao's train of thought again, and asked, "We don't split the money now? Then when?"

"We will divide in two days."

"Why? Is it different now?"

"It's different, seven yuan and fifty cents is too little, we use all seven yuan and fifty cents as a cost to make a lot of money."

"Cost? It's less than seven yuan and fifty cents, so you can buy a lot of raw materials."

"I just want to buy a lot of raw materials." When Xu Zhao said this, something called self-confidence shone in his eyes, which made him look extraordinarily touching. Qingfeng said: "Because we can sell five hundred popsicles tomorrow, and one thousand popsicles the day after tomorrow."

Cui Qingfeng asked in surprise: "A thousand roots?"

"Yes." Xu Zhao asked.

"There are too many, how can I sell them?"

"I said I can."