Chapter 258

Zhou Xiaomei chuckled.

It's true. Now, in ten li eight villages, who doesn't envy that her fourth brother has married her fourth sister-in-law, who is a family friendly daughter-in-law.

It's three generations.

"But can you really make money selling steamed buns?" Zhou Xiaomei hesitated.

"Is it stupid? If I don't make money, can I introduce you to my sister-in-law? And there's no way to make money in business. " Said Lin Qinghe.

Then spread out and tell Zhou Xiaomei that even if one bun makes five cents, ten buns will make fifty cents. Can't you sell fifty buns a day?

There are only fifty steamed buns. They will be sold out in a moment.

The profit of fifty steamed buns is two yuan and five yuan. How much is it in one month? It can't be worse than work.

And it's still delicious. If you can do business, you'll sell more.

Zhou Xiaomei was stunned, but she didn't make up her account.

"You tell my sister-in-law about this. I heard about it in Beijing. There is a trend of layoffs. Many people will be laid off in the future. I don't know about my sister-in-law, but it's right that I have made a good plan. I'll give you both a guarantee. Don't worry about it. I can still protect you in school." Lin Qinghe said so.

For the best students, the school can give a lot of convenience.

At the school gate or other places, that's OK. She just went to say hello.

"Well, let me talk to Stalin." Zhou Xiaomei nodded.

"So you should also take good care of the baby. Don't think about it so much. As long as your husband and wife are willing to work hard, the baby won't be hungry after all." Lin Qinghe said.

"Not hungry, I want to settle down in Beijing." Zhou Xiaomei said hurriedly.

"I have written down your sister-in-law." Lin Qinghe didn't laugh.

The aunt and sister-in-law sat almost together, and then left.

When Stalin asked them to come over for lunch, Lin Qinghe said they would not use it. Their family was going to the restaurant.

With a wave of his hand, the family went to take photos.

The photography teacher Fu is familiar with their family. He will come every year. Even if it snows heavily in the new year, he will come to make it up after the new year. Are you not familiar?

"How time flies. When you first came here, these three children were so young." The teacher Fu was taller than a little Douding, and then said, "this meeting is higher than your father."

Especially Zhou Kai, it's not much shorter than his father.

Family reunion photos, and then personal, looking for seven or eight, and then calculated.

"What, how old is the child? I don't know if there is any object. I have a niece who is just 18 years old... "

When the teacher finished, the second child said with a smile, "that's too old at 18. My eldest brother is only 15 this year."

"It's only 15 years old." The old master's eyes brightened: "I have a girl, just the same age as you."

"It's too early. My big brother is still in college." "Three children are funny way.

"Or a college student?" The teacher's eyes are the same as those of the young people who are growing up.

"See you next time, old master." The big boy couldn't stand it. He waved his hand and hurried away.

Lin Qinghe can't laugh. She can really meet her son anywhere.

"The old master probably thought that we were almost grown up by his watching. He knew the root and knew the bottom, so he wanted to marry his daughter to your eldest brother." Two children said.

"The 15-year-old is regarded as the 20-year-old. I sympathize with you, elder brother. I'm too worried." Three baby road.

"You don't have to talk about me. I think you will be similar to me then." Eve road.

Their three brothers, only the second one looks like their mother, and both of them look like their father.

But it's not bad to be like dad.

Now I'm in a hurry, but look at their father's age. It's just the same as a few years ago.

So she doesn't feel inferior at all.

Three children don't believe that they will be so worried.

The family came back to the restaurant for lunch, finished eating, and then came to see the film.

After coming out of the cinema, I went to the next restaurant, and then I went back home.

Lin Qinghe made Zhou Qingbai's car. As for the two and three children, let their eldest brother take them home.

"It's so big in a flash. When we went to the city, these were the three little Luobu heads." Lin Qinghe looked at the three brothers riding a bicycle in front of him, which was not serious. He recalled the past.

Before, when she brought two children and three children's brothers to the city to sell pork, they sat on the edge of their bikes and ate popsicles, and then waited for her to come back.

Two little Luobu heads, now in a flash, they are so big and so tall.

It has to be said that the hard work of raising children, but watching the children grow up day by day, the sense of achievement in my heart is not general.

"What do you say to Xiaomei in the room?" said Zhou Qingbai

"How do you ask that?" Lin Qinghe was surprised. He never asked these questions.

"Niang asked me to tell Xiaomei that she would not be allowed to kill the child. If she had one, she would give birth." Zhou Qingbai explained.

He told Stalin, but not his sister.

"Don't worry. Xiaomei herself means that." Lin Qinghe nodded: "she was worried that the child was going to be born, so her unit must be keeping a place for her, so she took me and said something for a long time."

"What's the idea for her?" Asked Zhou Qingbai.

"If my sister-in-law can't work there, I'm going to let her husband and wife take their children to Beijing to sell steamed buns." Said Lin Qinghe.

"Selling steamed buns? Can you make money? " Zhou Qingbai can't help himself.

"Look at these small businesses, isn't it? How much money can a bun make now?" Lin Qinghe asked him.

Zhou Qingbai has a clear idea: "seven or eight cents are there."

"Seven or eight cents is there, but if he makes a little less money first, runs a popular business, gives more materials, makes a bigger head, and makes five cents if he doesn't have a lot of money, do you think fifty steamed buns a day can be sold?" Asked Lin Qinghe.

"Dalin's steamed buns are well made and can be sold." Zhou Qingbai also ate the steamed buns made by Stalin and nodded.

"So basically, I don't have to worry about it, but let's wait until we can't go on here. I think Xiaomei yearns very much for Beijing. Even if I'm not there, she will go there sooner or later." Lin Qinghe said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaomei, the little aunt, is determined to follow her step.

"And we?" Zhou Qingbai hesitated.

He thought a lot, but up to now, he didn't know what he could do if he went to Beijing?

"It's not easy. We'll open a stationery shop first. When the time is up, we'll go to the south to buy more." Lin Qinghe had already prepared for a rainy day, he said.