Reborn In The ’80s to Raise Cubs

It turned out that it was not Cui Qingfeng, but a passerby who rode two or six bicycles. Xu Zhao was disappointed for a while, and was really anxious to wait, so he told his father Cui and took Xu Fan to walk around, but the weather was too hot, and he had already reached the intersection. Tired of sweating, Xu Fan's face was also dripping with sweat, so he took Xu Fan to sit on a stump under the shade of a tree, enjoying the summer breeze and watching the endless stream of pedestrians.

Although this era is poor, it seems that everyone is very happy, and this year has a bumper harvest, everyone seems to have a better life, and there is a lot more spare money in their hands.

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

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

Cui Qingfeng played the riddle in a good mood: "Guess!"

Xu Zhao directly lifted the quilt on the foam box and said in surprise, "Sold out."

Cui Qingfeng said happily: "Not more."

Xu Zhao asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It's just not enough to sell." Cui Qingshen said cheerfully: "Old customers say it's better than before, when I come back, I still think it's delicious, and I want to buy it again, isn't it enough? Haha? Ha ha."

Xu Zhao asked, "Really? Your regular customers also find it delicious?"

Cui Qingfeng said very seriously: "I lied to you that you are a puppy!"

Xu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief in an instant. He was really afraid that the popsicles he made did not meet the tastes of people in this world, so he could not make money. In that case, when winter came, he and Xu Fan would either starve to death or freeze to death here. It's done, Xu Zhao has a bottom line in his heart, he looked at Cui Qingfeng with clear eyes, and said, "Then we can continue to do it?"

"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, and it is not easy to go to the countryside. Do you have to go to the countryside in the afternoon? Although the popsicles are not valuable, the rural people only eat one a day because of the heat in the busy farming season. No one wants to eat two 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, just sell it at this intersection!"

"Sell at this intersection?"

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

"Just say yes!"

It's almost twelve o'clock noon now, which should have been the time for the Cui family to eat, but Xu Zhao and Cui Qingfeng were actively making popsicles in order to sell popsicles at 2:30 in the afternoon, and they didn't have time to eat at all.

But Xu Fan had time to eat.

With Xu Zhao's consent, Xu Fan sat with his mother Cui in front of the chopping board next to him to eat. Xu Fan, who has always been "self-reliant", did not need mother Cui to feed him at all. He held the spoon in one hand and the bowl with the other. Small bowls of noodles into the stomach, especially edible.

Mother Cui was a kind mother. Seeing Xu Fan's good-looking appearance, she was delighted and said, "Xu Fan, eat slowly."

Xu Zhao picked up the noodles and hummed.

Seeing that Xu Fan was almost done eating, Mother Cui couldn't help interacting with Xu Fan, she was happy when she heard Xu Fan's little milky voice, and asked, "Xu Fan, how old are you?"

"Two and a half years old."

"It's usually your father who takes you, or your grandma who takes you."

"Grandma bring it." Xu Fan put the spoon on the chopping board, two small hands held up the small bowl, the whole bowl was directly covered on the small face, and the noodle soup in the bowl was completely drank.

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

Mother Cui was amused and asked gently, "There are other nice names, what nice names?"

Xu Fan said earnestly, "Baby, I also call you Xu Baobao and Sanwazi."

Baby, Baby Xu, Sanwazi—

Is that a nice name?

Xu Zhao, who was drinking water, sprayed.

Cui Qingfeng couldn't help laughing.

Xu Fan pointed Cui Qingfeng and said to Mother Cui, "He, he laughs at me."

Mother Cui immediately said, "Qingfeng, please don't laugh at us Xu Baobao."

Cui Qingfeng resisted and stopped laughing. He turned his head and asked, "Xu Zhao, isn't his name Xu Fan?"

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

Baby, three baby-

Cui Qingfeng wanted to laugh again.

Xu Zhao was embarrassed and said with a guilty conscience, "Stop laughing, and quickly put the popsicle mold in the refrigerator."

Only then did Cui Qingfeng get serious, put the popsicle mold neatly in the refrigerator, then cleaned up the scene, and then began to eat lunch.

At half past two, Mother Cui went to work in the factory.

It happened that the popsicles in the refrigerator were also frozen solid. Xu Zhao and Cui Qingfeng quickly wrapped the popsicles in paper, put them into foam boxes, and carried stools to the shade of the tree at the intersection, just in time for the workers in the county to wake up for work. Everyone had summer sleepiness on their faces and was in need of a refreshment.

Xu Zhao immediately shouted, "Ice popsicle! A sweet and thirst-quenching popsicle!"

It caught the attention of passersby.

Of course, Cui Qingfeng was also quite surprised. In his heart, Xu Zhao was the kind of handsome and gentle boy, with a kind of purity that came out of the mud and was not stained. He was completely different from a rough man like him. The anger suddenly made Xu Zhao's image in his heart more vivid. In addition to liking it, he also admired it more.

After all, in the environment of this era, there are really few people who can pull down their faces to sell on the streets, but Xu Zhaoneng, this is a kind of courage and a kind of failure.

Cui Qingfeng couldn't help staring at Xu Zhao.

Xu Zhao suddenly turned his head to look at him.

He was startled and asked, "What?"

Xu Zhao said, "Look for change."

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

"How much?" 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 towards him, and immediately greeted him with a smile and said, "Would you like to buy a popsicle? The one I just took out of the refrigerator is very sweet."

A passerby asked, "How much is a piece?"

"Three cents, milky, mung bean, heatstroke prevention and cooling, what do you want?"

"Then can I buy two for five cents?"

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

"...that's okay."

Cui Qingfeng never knew that Xu Zhao could say this. He really felt that he was very good at selling and buying. He often boasted in front of his uncle that he was very capable. However, compared with Xu Zhao, he was a rough man. Except for the change, there was no use at all. I watched Xu Zhao shouting customers, selling popsicles, and smiling. It was perfect and flawless. When he looked at the foam box again, there was not a single popsicle in the foam box. .

Not a single popsicle left!

A full 100 popsicles!

Sold out in half an hour!

And he Cui Qingfeng had 150 popsicles. He had to ride a bicycle. He was tired like a dog. Done!

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?"

"How come popsicles sell so fast?"

"Of course someone helped."

"Who?"

Xu Zhao stretched his finger and pointed to the side. On the stump next to him sat a little baby girl who was instigating mung bean popsicles with relish. With a serious face and red mouth, it was Xu Fan and Xu Sanwazi.

Cui Qingfeng asked curiously, "Is he useful?"

"Who do you look down on, we are a living advertisement." Xu Zhao shouted, "Xu Fan, come, let's go."

Xu Fan instigated the mung bean popsicle to Xu Zhao's side, stretched out his small hand and took 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 couldn’t tell Cui Qingfeng that he had studied marketing. It’s best to explain that it was the flow of people, customer demand, Xu Fan’s advertising, and his enthusiasm that led to such a good business.

Only then did Cui Qingfeng understand. When he got home, he took out all the money he sold for popsicles today, counted it, seven yuan and five cents, a full seven yuan and five cents. Although the income was to be shared with Xu Zhao, the profit was much higher than before. Cui Qingfeng immediately gave Xu Zhao four dollars.

"What?" Xu Zhao asked.

"Spend money." Cui Qingfeng said.

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

"Then how will it be divided?"

Cui Qingfeng is a scumbag, but if it involves too "advanced" calculations, he has nothing to do, and he has only recently been engaged in a small business, so he can't consider it comprehensively.

But Xu Zhao can do it. Xu Zhao has a good brain and thinks comprehensively. He said, "It's very simple. After removing the total ingredients, we can divide it equally. Besides, we don't share the money now."

Cui Qingfeng felt that he couldn't keep up with Xu Zhao's thinking again, and asked, "I don't want to split the money now? When will it be split?"

"Divided in two days."

"Why? Is it different now?"

"It's not the same. Seven yuan and fifty cents is too little. We use all the seven yuan and fifty cents as a cost and make a lot of money."

"Cost? If you want seven yuan and fifty cents, you can buy a lot of raw materials."

"It's just to buy a lot of raw materials." When Xu Zhao said this, something called self-confidence flashed in his eyes, which made him look particularly moving. He turned his eyes slightly, his eyes flowed, and he looked at Cui Qingfeng said, "Because we can sell 500 popsicles tomorrow and 1,000 the day after tomorrow."

Cui Qingfeng asked in surprise, "A thousand sticks?"

"Yes." Xu Zhao asked.

"Too many, how can it be sold."

"I said I could."