little love

The year before last, that is, on January 1992, 1, an 17-year-old old man boarded a southbound train and started his trip to the south.On the road to the south, it was proposed that "it is necessary to step up favorable opportunities, speed up the pace of reform and opening up, and strive to bring the national economy to a new level. These remarks have thus laid the ideological foundation for China to embark on the development of a socialist market economy with Chinese characteristics. .

When I first heard these remarks, others may not have reacted to them, but Song Yi clearly knew that another round of reform and opening up in China was coming soon.He wants to speed up his pace and give himself two years to prepare, which is enough.

After returning home and putting away the bicycle, Song Yi went into the room with his schoolbag on his back. Parents haven't come back yet, so let's make dinner first.

In the past few years, because he was too young, his parents always refused to let him do housework. Over the years, he has gradually helped him a lot, especially cooking. Knowing how to cook is essential. After so many years, the craftsmanship has long been honed. The Song family's parents have tasted it a few times, so they can safely hand over the dinner to Song Yi.

The celery in the yard is very fresh and tender, and the leaves are fried with shredded pork, fried tofu with dried shrimps, and taro and green vegetables. It is enough for a family of three!

As soon as the soup was cooked, the parents came back one after the other. Looking at the dinner on the table and the busy children, Gao Xiumei's brows that had been wrinkled all day finally eased: No matter how hard or tired, as long as the son Just be sensible.Song Changjiang glanced at his wife and sighed.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back, let's eat, the meal is just ready." Song Yi went to get the bowls and chopsticks again.

There was a bit of silence at the dinner table, Song Yi hesitated for a while, but he still spoke:

"Dad, Mom, let's open a supermarket."

"Supermarket?" Gao Xiumei Song Changjiang didn't react.

"Yes, no one in She County has opened a large supermarket like the one on TV, so let's come!"

"Mom, your factory will close down sooner or later. Isn't it because you can't pay wages for several months? What's the point of staying any longer? Besides, the scale of Dad's small shop is also a bit small. It's not always Some people complain that they have to travel all over She County to buy something for a wedding? Nowadays, people have a little spare money on hand and want to spend it, but there is really no place in She County where people can spend money happily , Dad, Mom, you have been in sales for so many years, and you have a lot of experience, are you afraid that we can't do it well?"

Although his son is young, he has also participated in the discussion of family affairs over the years. Many times, Song Yi is farther ahead than they think.The Song family couple have long stopped treating him as a child.

"This...that's the reason, but... where did we get the capital? The money needed to open a supermarket is not a small amount."

Song Changjiang was a little moved. After all, his store was really too small to meet the needs of the people nearby.

"Dad, Mom, I have saved a lot of money by writing articles over the years. I will show it to you later. If it is not enough, we will discuss it. Money is dead, but people are alive. Opening a supermarket will definitely make money. Are you still afraid of the lack of money at this moment?"

Anyway, Song Yi is quite confident in opening this supermarket well.

With thought, the family of three quickly finished dinner and packed up.

"Fifty thousand? Song Yi, where did you get so much money?" Holding the passbook, the couple were shocked.

Song Yi wrote articles, and his family knew about it. Usually, the couple was short of money, and Song Yi would also use part of it to subsidize the family. However, writing alone, three years of hard work, can save so much money?

"It's not all manuscript fees, and I also made a lot of money in the stock market last year."

Most of the stocks in the early days of China were profitable, and Song Yi would not lose money no matter what he bought. He would let go of this opportunity for no reason. Last year, he asked Principal Zhang to buy it with his manuscript fee.Of course, Principal Zhang also made a small fortune.

"I still have some in the stock market. By the end of the year, it is estimated that there will be less than [-] yuan. That's all I have on hand now."

Song Yi never thought that such a young child's ability to trade in stocks would shock his parents. Anyway, the two of them floated out the next morning. So far, Song Yi's ability to make money is still shocked.

Song Yi didn't care about his parents, he had to give them time to think.Today is Saturday. After breakfast, I cleaned the house and sat down to read a book. Recently, I was reading history. After all, China has a long history and there are too many things to write.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, Zhu Xiaowei floated in. After entering the room, he automatically touched Song Yi's bed, and he knew that he was not awake. Song Yi squinted at him, got up and went to the kitchen.

After a while, Zhu Xiaowei was awakened by the smell of hunger, shrugged his nose, and opened his eyes to see the shredded pork noodles on the bedside table, emerald green coriander dotted on the noodles, dripping with sesame oil, and a poached egg nestled in it. The smell was unbearable, especially for Zhu Xiaowei who hadn't had breakfast yet.Immediately grabbed the chopsticks, gobbled it up,

"Song Yi, how do you know I didn't have breakfast." Fortunately, he still had the time to speak.

Song Yi would not tell him that he saw Aunt Zhu going out early in the morning.Zhu Xiaowei must have died of starvation alone.

"I blocked your mouth in advance, so as not to say that I was hungry when I wrote silently."

He, Zhu Xiaowei, made many excuses like this before.

Zhu Xiaowei listened to the two "hey hey", and continued to bury his head in eating noodles. Song Yi really had nothing to say to him, with such a friend, he would do anything for him!

"Song Yi, you are so good at taking care of others, whoever will be your wife in the future will be blessed."

daughter in law?

Song Yi's eyes darkened: It is estimated that if anyone becomes his wife, it will not be a blessing, but a disaster. In this life, he does not want to harm other girls.

"Hurry up and eat yours, 20 words, don't forget."

Zhu Xiaowei groaned and hurried to eat the noodles.

In fact, Zhu Xiaowei's grades are still good under the pressure of Song Yi in the past few years. At least he can be at the upper-middle level of the class. It's just that this English, because he just started learning this year, has not laid a good foundation, so Zhu Xiaowei has some problems. Give up on yourself and don't want to learn.If you help him learn the phonetic symbols well, and then focus on some words, there is no big problem.Song Yi thought.

One morning, Song Yi helped him review the phonetic symbols, review the text, and wrote the words silently before letting him go.Zhu Xiaowei dared not listen: firstly, because Song Yi was sincerely doing his best; secondly, his parents put all his pocket money on Song Yi and asked Song Yi to distribute it on a daily basis. His parents' trust in Song Yi had long since exceeded His son, let him cry without tears.