Reborn in 1970, the chief’s wife wants a divorce

"Follow your brother and work in the town! As long as you do well, my brother will treat you to a state-owned restaurant every month. Do you know about state-owned restaurants? The food there is made by master chefs and tastes very good. When the time comes, Brother, please eat whatever you want." Liang Xiaobao waved his hand, looking very proud.

"I don't want to eat food from state-owned restaurants. I want to eat fried cakes and wontons." Zhou Jiaxiang shook his head and said.

The fried pancakes and wontons that he couldn't eat have almost become Zhou Jiaxiang's obsession.

"Tch~! Boy, you really don't know the goods. A fried pancake costs a few cents, a bowl of wontons costs two cents, and a table of dishes in a state-owned restaurant costs several yuan!" Liang Xiaobao said angrily.

Although "you can eat whatever you want in the state-owned hotel" is just a cake that Liang Xiaobao drew for Zhou Jiaxiang.

However, such a big cake was not as tempting to Zhou Jiaxiang as a fried cake or a bowl of wontons, which made Liang Xiaobao feel frustrated.

"Brother, I just like to eat wontons and pancakes. How about... you can treat me to whatever you want now?" Zhou Jiaxiang looked at Liang Xiaobao expectantly.

"Oh! You don't want me to treat you to something if you don't work? Could it be that your abacus beads have turned into sperm?" Liang Xiaobao exclaimed.

This was the first time for Liang Xiaobao to meet such a hard-to-deceive child as Zhou Jiaxiang.

You want to take money out of his pocket before he even does any work?

no way!

"Brother, what kind of job do you want to do? I can only sweep the floor. Do you need someone to sweep the floor at home?" Zhou Jiaxiang asked in a cowardly manner.

Zhou Jiaxiang wanted to hug the thigh that could buy him fried cakes and wontons.

"Go, go, my mother can sweep my house, why do you need to sweep the floor?" After Liang Xiaobao finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to be led astray by the boy in front of him.

After talking for so long, Liang Xiaobao still doesn’t know the slightest bit about this kid!

"Tell me, what's your name? Where do you live?" Liang Xiaobao asked.

"My name is Zhou Jiaxiang, and I live in Zhoujia Village. My grandfather is Zhou Fugui, my grandmother is Ding Ermei, and my mother is Ding Xiaocui..." Zhou Jiaxiang hurriedly reported his family situation.

"Stop, stop, stop, no one wants to hear the names of your family members. It's all nonsense." Before Zhou Jiaxiang finished reporting, he was stopped by Liang Xiaobao.

"Brother, you ask and I answer, okay?" Zhou Jiaxiang asked cautiously.

"How old are you?" Liang Xiaobao looked at Zhou Jiaxiang before asking.

"Eight years old." Zhou Jiaxiang puffed up his chest and said.

Zhou Jiaxiang was afraid that Liang Xiaobao would dislike him for his young age, so he hurriedly added: "Brother, don't think I can't do many things now, I am very smart. As long as you keep your word, treat me to wontons and pancakes, no matter what , if you teach me a few times, I’m sure I can learn it.”

Liang Xiaobao touched his chin and thought for a while.

He Bo was too rigid, and no one was allowed to touch many things. It was too slow to make money by following him.

On the contrary, it's Brother Cao's side...

How about letting this kid go to Brother Cao's place to try first?

Anyway, he just takes people there, whether Brother Cao likes them or not, that's Brother Cao's business.

If this kid is a good prospect, won't he have endless money to spend in the future?

After making up his mind, Liang Xiaobao said: "Boy, how about this? I will take you to open your eyes and get to know Brother Cao by the way. Brother Cao likes you, so just follow him and work hard. As long as you do well, don't say anything about Yun Swallowing fried pancakes, enjoying them every day, even drinking spicy ones."

"Okay! Brother, I'll trouble you." Zhou Jiaxiang smiled broadly.

Liang Xiaobao's skill in painting cakes is good, and Zhou Jiaxiang is full of enthusiasm at the moment, as if he will be able to eat delicious pancakes and wontons soon.

Liang Xiaobao and Zhou Jiaxiang wandered on the street, and finally saw Cao Laoliu and his gang at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative.

The supply and marketing cooperative is selling defective cloth for free today.

It is said to be defective cloth, but the fabric is actually good. Most of them have some flaws during dyeing, some have misaligned patterns and colors, and some have an extra small dot or something, which does not affect the ability to make clothes. Even an expert would not be able to tell where the dyeing is defective.

Not long after the fabrics arrived, they were put into the account and immediately moved to the counter for sale. A foot of cloth costs 35 cents. No tickets are required. There are only ten pieces in total. First come, first served. Once sold out, it will be gone.

As soon as the notice was posted, the cloth selling counter was crowded with people.

"Comrade, I want three feet of cotton."

"Comrade, I want five feet of khaki."

"Comrade, I want a five-foot-long sword."

……

Shouts came and went.

Huang Xiuhong and Huang Shujuan also squeezed in with all their strength. Just as they were about to squeeze in front of the counter, they were squeezed out by several burly ladies.

"Sister Xiuhong, what should I do?" Huang Shujuan asked.

"Try again, I won't believe that we can't buy cloth today." Huang Xiuhong threw her braid around her neck, smoothed her sleeves, and started a new round of "battle".

There is free khaki on sale today. Huang Xiuhong can use it to make pants for Fifth Brother, so she must fight for it.

Huang Shujuan hurriedly followed.

There were too many people, and Huang Xiuhong and Huang Shujuan were scattered due to the crowds.

Behind Huang Xiuhong was a short young man in his twenties or seventeen years old.

The young man had a mustache and his eyes kept turning around the aunts, girls and wives around him.

I saw the man with a mustache squeezing in the middle and west of the crowd, and in less than two minutes, he was "squeezed" out of the crowd again.

"Brother Six." Liang Xiaobao shouted to the young man.

The young man is Cao Laoliu, whose name is Cao Jianye.

Liang Xiaobao's shout made Cao Laoliu pause for a moment as he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets.

Zhou Jiaxiang's sharp eyes saw that Cao Laoliu stuffed a handkerchief into his trouser pocket.

The handkerchief was made of pink fine plaid and looked a bit old. Wrap into a small rectangular shape.

In this era, pink things are generally reserved for women by default. Few men wear pink handkerchiefs.

Why is this Sixth Brother using a woman's handkerchief? Could he be a pervert? Zhou Jiaxiang complained in his heart.

"Liang Xiaobao, what's the matter? Instead of following you, Boss He, today, you are defecting to me instead?" Cao Laoliu said with an evil smile on his face.

"Brother Six, this is the younger brother I just recognized. Do you think he is suitable for your profession?" Liang Xiaobao pushed Zhou Jiaxiang in front of Cao Laoliu.

"I'm busy now! Are you bringing people here just to mess with me?" Cao Laoliu frowned.

"Sixth Brother, how dare I destroy your field? There are many people here today, and Sixth Brother must be that... rich. Anyway, there is still plenty of time! I will only delay your efforts for a while. If it is a good seedling, Sixth Brother will be able to do it in the future. Isn't it even better to get rich?" Liang Xiaobao said while winking at Cao Laoliu.

"Okay, I'll show it to him." Cao Laoliu then walked up to Zhou Jiaxiang, took Zhou Jiaxiang's hand, looked at it carefully, and reached out to squeeze it.

Zhou Jiaxiang was a little scared and pulled his hand back.

Cao Laoliu's hands were like iron pliers, gripping Zhou Jiaxiang's hand tightly.