Reborn in 1985 I want to leave the house with nothing

Li Qiuxiang began to ask around for houses.

Li Qiumei also went with her to look at several houses.

But because it's in the city, the cheapest one costs more than 300 yuan.

Alas, the heart is there but the strength is not enough.

I can only rent a house for a few more months.

Li Qiumei has given the job of sweeping the streets at night to Li Qiuxiang.

She decided that after she got divorced, she would give the job of sweeping the park to her elder sister.

After all, her elder sister, who has a child, needs money more than her.

What is more important is to have a stable job.

She wanted to see if she could start a small business or something.

Make some money and wait until the welfare housing is cancelled.

If you have commercial housing, you can buy a few more houses. You won’t worry about not having money for your retirement.

And, if there is no formal job.

It means there are no more ties.

She can also travel all over the country.

It’s worth living again.

In Li Qiumei's impression, many people who went into business in the 1980s became well-known entrepreneurs.

Although she has no special skills, she has the advantage of knowing the opportunity first.

In short, she must seize the time to make money before the chemical plant goes bankrupt.

Only when the chemical plant goes bankrupt will she have the choice of whether to run away or stay.

That day, Li Qiumei was sweeping the floor in the park when she saw her aunt and Qian Wanwan coming over.

"Sister-in-law, I'm taking extra classes to prepare for the technical school entrance exam.

I remember you were a substitute teacher.

I don’t know how to do a few questions, can you teach me?”

"Of course, but I don't know if I can do it."

The aunt stepped forward and took Li Qiumei's broom.

"Qiumei, teach Wanwan to do her homework.

I'll help you sweep the floor."

As he said this, he stuffed the egg cake in his hand to Li Qiumei.

"This is for Leilei and Dandan, take it."

There was another round of shoving and no one could convince anyone else.

The three of them swept the floor together first, and then the aunt went to pick up the garbage with tongs.

Li Qiumei teaches Qian Wanwan how to do homework.

"Wanwan, where are you going for tutoring?"

"Sister-in-law, this is a retired middle school teacher that Uncle Wu found for me.

Today is Uncle Song’s first day teaching me.

Tomorrow, the son of Mr. Lin from my dad’s school will also come to study with Uncle Song.”

"Oh, is that the teacher's child who changed from a farmer to a non-agricultural worker with you?"

"Yeah, yes."

Li Qiumei thought of Cheng Zhiheng.

She thought that if Cheng Zhiheng was admitted to a technical school, he would not fight all day long.

When they returned home for lunch, Li Qiumei asked Chen Cuizhen.

"Mom, there's an old lady who wants to buy twenty eggs.

Do you have any at home?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Cuizhen said hurriedly.

Ever since Li Qiumei went to the park to sweep the floor, she has helped her family sell a lot of eggs.

Putting down the bowl, Li Qiumei picked up the eggs and was about to leave.

Chen Cuizhen handed her two bunches of vegetables left over from yesterday’s sale.

"Give it to someone else. The pigs at home can't eat it all."

If this was given to an outsider, Li Qiumei would be embarrassed to give it out.

Since it's a gift to brother Cheng Zhiheng, there's no need to be so polite.

Li Qiumei heard Cheng Zhiheng scolding his brother from a distance.

"You are such a dumb ass that you can't even solve such a simple problem!

Stretch out your hand! Six plus five, five fingers on your left hand plus a pencil equals six?

Five fingers on the right hand.

Now, how many are you counting in total?

Come count my fingers."

Li Qiumei was lying on the door.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Cheng Zhiming counting on Cheng Zhiheng's fingers.

"...Eight, nine, ten."

Cheng Zhiheng shook the pencil in his left hand.

“This, you haven’t counted this yet.

Add this, what is six plus five?"

Cheng Zhiming looked at Cheng Zhiheng's face and said cautiously, "I'll count again."

Cheng Zhiheng threw the pencil away.

"Has the dog eaten your memory?

You just counted it and you forgot it!

Cheng Zhiming, you have been in two first grades.

Do you want to stay in the first grade for the rest of your life?

Isn't it time to celebrate the first grade?!"

He yelled hysterically at Cheng Zhiming.

Then he angrily picked up the homework book on the table and threw it away.

That was it, and he threw away Cheng Zhiming’s pencil case as well.

Cheng Zhiming burst into tears.

Li Qiumei held back her laughter and knocked on the door.

Cheng Zhiheng opened the door with a cane.

"Have you two eaten yet?"

"no."

When Cheng Zhiming saw Li Qiumei coming, he bent down and picked up the homework book on the ground.

"Auntie, please teach me how to do my homework.

I don’t want my third brother to teach me.”

"Okay, I'll cook for you first."

Li Qiumei saw that the water in the iron pot on the stove had boiled.

She washed a few vegetables and threw them in, then added the noodles.

I took out the noodles and fried two poached eggs.

Cheng Zhiming started eating noodles happily again.

Li Qiumei felt a headache when she saw the big red cross on her homework book.

This child is really not good at studying.

I can't even answer such a simple question.

No wonder even the taciturn Cheng Zhiheng complained a lot during the phone call.

Li Qiumei told Cheng Zhiheng about the tutoring.

As for the importance of learning, she believed that Cheng Zhiqian must have preached this to the Cheng Zhiheng brothers a thousand times.

"Cheng Zhiheng, if you are willing to go.

Then I'll go ask if I can let you take extra lessons with me."

Cheng Zhiheng ate noodles without looking up and said, "I'm willing to go.

However, I have sold my high school textbooks as waste paper.

Find me a new set of textbooks."

Li Qiumei gritted her teeth: "This brat, he doesn't even look like he's asking for help."

She couldn't quite believe that Cheng Zhiheng agreed without hesitation.

Cheng Zhiheng pointed at Cheng Zhiming.

“I can’t teach this idiot.

I'd better go back to school and reform myself and stay away from him.

Let my eldest brother arrange someone else to teach him.

Otherwise, either he will piss me off to death, or I will beat him to death."

Cheng Zhiming said heartlessly.

"My elder brother said that if you don't study hard,

Your son will be like me in the future. Long live first grade."

Li Qiumei couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Cheng Zhiheng got so angry that he slapped Cheng Zhiming on the head.

"Shut up! You're a coward and you talk too much!"

After Tutor Zhiming finished correcting his homework, Li Qiumei took him to school.

With the help of Wu Shuqiang, Teacher Song agreed that Cheng Zhiheng could take extra lessons with him.

Fortunately, Teacher Song’s home was not far from the living area of ​​the cotton mill.

Otherwise, Li Qiumei was worried that Cheng Zhiheng would not be able to hold on with his crutches.

Qian Wanwan came to Li Qiumei to ask her to teach her how to do her homework.

"Sister-in-law, is Cheng Zhiheng your relative?"

"What's wrong, Wanwan.

What trouble has he gotten into again?"

“No, I just think he’s making rapid progress.

It was obvious that his score was the worst in the first placement test.

But in just two weeks, he caught up.

Even Teacher Song praised him.

If this continues, I'm worried that I'll be the last one standing and bring shame to Uncle Wu."

Li Qiumei comforted her: "Your goal is to get into a technical school.

No matter what rank it is in. 」

“Well, all right then.

I still have to work hard.”

The aunt came over with Qian Song.