a certain Zheng Kexin

A few years ago, Lincheng vigorously started the construction of a new city, saying that it was going to move the city to the south. It demolished more than a dozen villages and built buildings in one go, and divided many plots to build business districts and parks.

However, the structure of Lincheng has been stable for decades, and it is not so easy to rebuild. The new leadership team has been busy for more than two years, leaving behind a bunch of unfinished projects and a few half-dead commercial streets, as well as those that have not opened yet. Legend has it that it is the sports center with the XXL swimming pool.

The younger generation of Lincheng have all gone to Hua'an City, and the older generation don't believe in exquisite consumption, and they have a headache when they see those English brand names with twists and turns.

The shopping malls can’t survive, the theater’s attendance rate can’t increase, all kinds of management are not in place, and the weeds in the demolition and distribution area are growing wildly... Several groups of people from the city government have come, trying their best to struggle to the death, doing activities and writing articles. There has been no movement in the past few years.

The old house left by Zheng Kexin's grandfather is on the edge of the new town, with no village in front, no shops in the back, and a lot of neighborhoods, so no one rents it.It has been deserted until now, and even the door pusher can't get in, and the weeds in the yard have jumped half a meter high due to two rains.

There are two sets of rooms at the front and back of the old house, connected by a small courtyard in the middle. Zheng Kexin and Su Yingyu first tidied up the back room, settled Zheng Shupei and Sheng Yunming, and waved the sickle to remove the grass in the courtyard and paved the ground. A concrete floor.

No one came here all year round, the door locks and windows were broken, so they had to change the locks to buy windows, and repainted the walls to live in.

Grandpa Zheng was a son of a scholarly family when he was young. In the era when cultural knowledge was not fully popularized, his opinions and tastes were second-to-none. The home decorations are well preserved, and they are still in the best condition today.

Over time, the wood has formed a patina, and the layer of dust on the surface is wiped off to reveal its own warm luster. It is beautiful to look good, but there is a circle of chaise longues and chairs at home, which always makes people feel like they are living in a museum. It doesn't feel like it will melt in without a glass cover with a ceiling light.

Sheng Yunming cried and fussed for quite a while, feeling that there was no rule of living in the in-laws' house, she couldn't save face when she was sober, and suspected that her "house" was sold by Su Yingyu when she was confused... She cried, made trouble and hanged herself, but now she can't help it she is gone.

The school was not in a hurry to go to school, and when the house was almost cleaned up, Zheng Kexin began to help Su Yingyu with the breakfast shop.

There is no need to worry about the rent of the store, because the target consumer group is the workers of several nearby construction units, and there is no need to worry too much about tableware and decoration.

According to the usable area and passenger flow, Zheng Kexin went to the nearby building materials market and brought back the corresponding tables, chairs and benches. He also planned the front house and simplified it into three areas: the ordering area, the dining area and the storage area. Behind the order area, a simple slope was built with the remaining cement to facilitate Zheng Shupei's movement.

The next thing is to handle some relevant documents. Su Yingyu does fine manual work, but when she encounters such written content, she immediately becomes confused. She is usually nervous when she goes to the bank to withdraw money, and her hands shake when she sees the words on the screen, as if she is taking something wrong. own bank card.

It's even more so now, she heard a sentence missing, and it's all up to Zheng Kexin to direct where to go and what to do. In the past few days, Zheng Kexin has to ask at least one thing three or four times. When I was a child, I wished I could wipe my neck. When I was tired, I went to bed at nine o'clock every day, and I could fall asleep with my eyes closed.

However, what Zheng Kexin didn't expect was that running a breakfast shop was so difficult.

The store sells vermicelli ball soup and fried buns. Su Yingyu is good at craftsmanship and the ingredients are real. The mouths of the common people are very poisonous. Once you taste it, you can tell whether the store is fooling people. The small store does not need those convoluted publicity techniques , The taste is right, and the popularity will naturally be there.

In addition, the nearby breakfast shops are all opened in the nearby community, and the price is high due to the distance. It didn't take long for several nearby construction units to use Su Yingyu's place as a canteen, and the business was booming beyond imagination.

There is no need to worry about the business, and the attitude of the workers is very good. If you can do it yourself, you don't need to work hard. Su Yingyu can still be busy without hiring small workers.

However, it is still difficult, because it is really tiring to open a breakfast shop.

The workers went to work early, and Su Yingyu had to get up at three o'clock to cook soup, chop stuffing and knead noodles, and she couldn't keep up with sales if she was a little later.

Working in the kitchen is so smoky that it is inevitable to encounter fire and oil. Her hands are newly covered with old injuries, and she can't wait for the medicine to be applied, and she relies on self-healing.

It was still hot in August and September, and there was no air-conditioning in the front floor. She changed clothes one by one, and got wet one after another. After one or two months, she lost a lot of weight because of being put in for a long time. He always looks gray when he is smoky, but when he unties his hair at night, his gray hair has doubled.

Zheng Kexin was terrified when she saw it. She was afraid that her mother would be tired, that one day her mother would be like the aunt downstairs in her house, lying on the table basking in the sun, and she would not be able to get up.

However, Zheng Kexin could see that Su Yingyu was in a particularly good mood and full of energy these days, and Zheng Shupei gradually quit smoking. He got up early in the morning to help collect money, and was busy with settlements in the afternoon, so he really didn't have time.

Daughter and son-in-law are busy with work, Sheng Yunming can't find anyone to make trouble with, and it's not easy to "make the family ugly" in front of outsiders. He is bored all day long and has nothing to do. Su Yingyu stuffs a bag of bean sprouts and helps peel and choose vegetables in the small courtyard every day.

——Su Yingyu, thank you for your support, thinking of the hard work of the workers, always making free side dishes for everyone in different ways.Today it’s spicy cabbage and tomorrow it’s fried soybeans. She also planted a row of shallots in the yard, hoping to harvest them for everyone to eat with sauce.

She often said: "Everyone's life is not easy, and I can help."

Zheng Kexin went to school at 08:30 for evening self-study. She arrived home at [-]:[-], helped Su Yingyu with work until she went to bed late, and got up at [-]:[-] the next morning to "serve the food", clean up the tables and chairs, and when everything was ready, the store opened Go to school again.

She doesn't have many friends at school, high school seniors are bored with their studies and have no desire to make friends and chat. Fortunately, she doesn't have anything to talk about. One phone call between Ning Zhi and An Ji once a week is enough for her to talk.

There is no need to worry about the grades, Xu Gao's phoenix neck instantly killed many chicken heads, Zheng Kexin parachuted into the new class, and won the first place. With his ability, the teacher forgave her the occasional drowsiness in class.

What she didn't expect was that she actually met Qi Yao here.

Qi Yao left Xu Zhong and came here as a sophomore in high school. His foundation was ridiculously poor. He was able to study before because of his father's face. However, Qian Quan couldn't open the door to university. He wanted to study. To make a way out, you must first pay off the previous debts.

In short, Ning Zhi knew things like a god, and basically guessed that everyone else went to practice during class. The two of them met in the corridor with a broom, and chatted a few words while leaning on the railing.

With a self-knowledge smile on his face, Qi Yao calmed down a lot and complained about the necessary topics for students to chat with: "My English is too bad. I didn’t memorize all the letters, and the angry teacher ordered me to go to the office every day—by the way, the English teacher in our class is also surnamed Wang.”

Zheng Kexin was stunned for a moment, what she can't listen to the most now is English, just like she can't eat sliced ​​bread and poached eggs anymore, she dare not look back at it all, and is all emotionally touched by the scene.

It was only later that I realized how unbelievable what Qi Yao said, and turned my head with wide eyes, and suddenly became more lively: "Huh?"

26 letters?are you serious?

"Thanks to the good reincarnation, otherwise I would have missed my studies. Before I transferred to another school, many people said that I had gone abroad..." Qi Yao smiled calmly, "Everyone thinks too much."

Talking about Xu Gao with the two of them now sounds like something from a previous life.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and a fake monk came in the early spring of this year. The feeling of meeting a monk for alms these days is similar to seeing someone using a mobile phone.

Zheng Kexin remembered that the last time she saw monks was more than ten years ago. During the Chinese New Year, they followed the New Year's people into the door to sell "Safe Talismans", a small golden card, printed with Buddha images and auspicious words, 21 cards, no deception, Blatant money grab.

These years have passed, the times are advancing, and the fake monk has also practiced with the times, and his words have changed from persuasion to demand. After a closer look, he found that the object in his hand was actually an ashtray.

Su Yingyu was kind-hearted, and after taking care of this overlord's meal, the other party immediately went down the donkey: "Amitabha, the benefactor is generous to help the public, and the Bodhisattva has a heart. The poor don't have much to eat, just two baskets of steamed stuffed buns are enough."

One must have two, the fake monk got a benefit once, and then became a regular customer with a cheeky face. Fortunately, he doesn’t pick on customers when there are many customers. He only shows up when the store is closing every time. It sounds good, Su Yingyu has always been very polite to him.

The old man believed all of this, Sheng Yunming was confused and offered him as a great immortal.

The fake monk has been around for many years, Qiqiao Linglong, who saw who said what, got the care of Su Yingyu, answered Sheng Yunming's questions conscientiously, and at the same time brought some private goods to fool her, and finally cured Sheng Yunming's madness .

Sheng Yunming smiled happily, and the old monk made a fortune for her: "The old lady has a long life, and the East China Sea and Nanshan Mountains can't cover her. She can live to 99 years old."

Zheng Kexin smiled faintly when he heard it, and when he saw it, he shouted and asked: "The little benefactor is handsome, and he is lucky to meet a noble person. In the future, there will be a good family——Little benefactor, can you add some pickles?"

The author has something to say: Su Yingyu’s manual work is exquisite, but when she encounters such written content, she immediately becomes confused. She is usually nervous when she goes to the bank to withdraw money, and her hands shake when she sees the words on the screen, as if she is not holding her own bank card. .

—My mother herself.

The store sells vermicelli ball soup and fried buns. Su Yingyu is good at craftsmanship and the ingredients are real. The mouths of the common people are very poisonous. Once you taste it, you can tell whether the store is fooling people. The small store does not need those convoluted publicity techniques , The taste is right, and the popularity will naturally be there.