Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

Zheng Juzi...when you thought I could sell anything, you never questioned my sales ability, so I certainly can't question your taste.

Zheng Hanqiu... Is it possible that taste is just the ability to appreciate rather than the ability to design or produce?

"I say, you are a person who can make millions in this era, why do you want to earn a few cents?" Zheng Hanqiu thought it was good to have a sister who could make money, so that he could have a strong financial guarantee for his comfortable life, but please don't drag him into the hard work.

She is only willing to share the good times, not the bad times.

Zheng Juzi likes to make money and also likes to drag Zheng Hanqiu around to do things. Why should he choose only one when he can have double happiness?

He said seriously, as if he was considering the family's century-old foundation: "That money was only obtained by chance. A lot of it has been spent on building roads, factories and houses. Plus, at the rate you spend money, the money will eventually run out. It will be difficult to live frugally when the money runs out.

Therefore, if you want to live a good life, your family must have a stable industrial structure to ensure a long-term financial stability. "

A long stream of water?

Are you a person who can take things slow and steady? Zheng Hanqiu didn't believe it, but he still resigned himself to the fact that he continued to think about the bamboo utensils that he had seen that were of decent quality. Unfortunately, even if he thought of them and drew them, they didn't have the same flavor.

However, on the second day, after she had finally drawn a few drawings, her dear sister suddenly thought: "Sister, you are working too hard on drawing. If you can't get the high-tech skills, your drawings will be useless."

Zheng Hanqiu...you should have said it earlier.

"So what do you want to do? Continue making the mat?"

"We have to make cool mats. After all, there are ready-made craftsmen in the village, and it can also give villagers the opportunity to make money. I think we don't have to make something too high-end. It's not impossible to make low-end products, and we can also export them to earn foreign exchange."

Low-end products can be exported to earn foreign exchange? Zheng Hanqiu suspected that one of them was mentally ill: "So, what do you want to do?"

Zheng Juzi drew an "x" on the paper.

Zheng Hanqiu didn't understand: "What is this?"

"We can make disposable chopsticks. Instead of making cork chopsticks and wasting wood, why not make bamboo chopsticks for export? What do you think?" Zheng Juzi thought his idea was great.

Zheng Hanqiu took a deep breath and said, "Exporting disposable chopsticks? You're so smart."

The added value of high-end products is indeed higher, and low-end products can also sell well and there is profit margin.

It was only 88 at that time, and most people in China had no idea about disposable chopsticks. It might be possible to develop an export project by doing this.

Bamboo is highly regenerative, so making disposable chopsticks does not put as much pressure on the environment as making wood.

The bamboo mat factory in the village has only five factory buildings and a large warehouse. I heard that some of the machines inside had long disappeared and there was not even a bamboo knife. It was not worth 20,000 yuan at all. The reason why I gave 20,000 yuan to the village was not only to buy the bamboo mat factory, but also to contract those hilltops, which made it convenient to go up the mountain to cut bamboo in the future and ensure the raw materials.

Zheng Hanqiu thought about it and decided that it was indeed feasible. "The key is to be able to buy the machines for production."

The cost of disposable chopsticks cannot be too high. It is impossible to polish them one by one by hand. They need to be produced by machines.

Zheng Juzi also thought about this problem and said, "I don't know if there are such machines in China. If the technical difficulty is not very high, I guess we can ask the machinery factory in the city to directly produce one or several."

Zheng Hanqiu twitched his lips: "That means you haven't made up your mind yet. Why are you so excited?"

Zheng Juzi said shamelessly: "Don't I think I'm a genius? I just want to share it with you."

Zheng Hanqiu... I will never be as thick-skinned as you in my lifetime.

Zheng Juzi added: "If this approach doesn't work, I've thought we could make gift boxes."

Gift box? Zheng Hanqiu thought of the packaging for zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival. "You mean the packaging?"

Zheng Juzi did think so and nodded: "Yes, it is mainly to make gift boxes for the Dragon Boat Festival."

Zheng Hanqiu asked: "Can you make zongzi?"

Zheng Juzi smiled proudly: "Not only can I make rice dumplings, I can also pickle salted eggs. If there are not enough, I can put two small pieces of bacon or small sachets, etc., and I can definitely make the gift box beautiful."

Zheng Hanqiu agreed and said, "As long as you don't ask me to do anything, I will support you."

I would like to provide you with all the support except support.

Zheng Juzi blinked and looked at her, with deep disappointment in her tone, "I came up with so many money-making ideas, don't you want to participate?"

You can be disappointed, but I will never compete with you in the workplace again in my life. Zheng Hanqiu said, "Rather than participating, I prefer to be a parasite."

Zheng Juzi: "This is not like you."

Haha, Zheng Hanqiu: "That's because you don't understand me at all."

Zheng Juzi: "Go talk to Uncle Duan about the machine. They should support it as it relates to export and foreign exchange earnings. They will pay more attention to your words."

Zheng Hanqiu gritted his teeth and said, "I don't want to do anything."

Zheng Juzi shrugged: "You said it, and I heard it, but I didn't intend to fulfill your wish."

Zheng Hanqiu...

Because there are many mountains, the New Year customs are different in many places even if they are very close to each other. Pingtang Village usually celebrates the New Year in the morning, while Aotang Village is accustomed to celebrating the New Year at noon.

According to traditional customs, Old Mrs. Zheng lived in the fourth family's house, and other families brought gifts to Zheng Guixiang's house to celebrate the New Year.

This year, the old family's support was completely cut off. Old Mrs. Zheng kept her word - Zheng Jinpeng and Tian Meili were turned away even when they came with their great-grandson.

What happened to the great-grandson?

Juzi is right. The incense also belongs to the Zheng family. She has more than one son, the eldest son. In addition to the children from the eldest family, she also has 5 grandchildren. Is she still afraid that there will be no great-grandchildren to burn paper for her in the future?

She is over seventy years old. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy life more while she can?

Girls are still the best. They are the sweet little cotton-padded jackets that are always close to her heart. If it weren’t for Zheng Juzi’s words in front of the police, she would not have been able to break off the relationship with the old family!

They all lived in the same village, so there was no need to make beds for guests to stay overnight during the New Year. With the help of her daughter, niece and sisters-in-law, she could feed the whole family with just one meal. Mu Xiaoyun felt that this New Year was easy and satisfying.

The second and third sons moved to new houses this year, so they had to stay up all night at home. Not long after lunch, the two families went back to prepare their own dinner.

The fifth family brought their son here because Zheng Guixiang and Old Lady Zheng refused to allow Qi Xiaohua to visit them. He wanted to stay and not leave, but he couldn't. "Mom, I have celebrated the New Year with you since I was a child. I really can't get used to not having you this year. Please let me stay by your side to be filial to you."

Zheng Shuifu deeply felt that a child without a mother was like grass, and their home was now like a doghouse.