Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Chapter 55

The uncle didn't give particularly good advice, but Qingchuan himself said he wanted to set up a food stall. His mother is very embarrassed. Life is not easy these days. There are so many gangsters on the street. Without a strong background, it is really difficult to set up this food stall. It's a trivial matter for people to eat and drink for free, but I'm afraid there will be extortion and robbery. Even if there is no extortion or robbery, there are still policemen who come to collect protection money in an upright manner.

They are famous for their lack of care here.

The top management are all British. They don't care about the life and death of Chinese people. They want "Hong Kong people to rule Hong Kong", so they assign various black gangs to oppress the Chinese people and exploit them at every level. There are also large conglomerates that monopolize people's livelihood, causing prices to rise rather than fall, making it difficult for two-income families to feed their families.

Social classes are not mobile, the rich are getting richer, and the poor are getting poorer. There is no anti-monopoly law, and the people at the bottom have no hope in their children, and there is no room for advancement. The soles of other people's feet are your own ceiling, so it's more than just sad? It's just that we are small and powerful, and our speech has no sound, so we can only muddle along like this.

"It's not that I don't allow it. In the food business, the craftsmanship must be special so that people will buy it. If you can count the number of meals you have cooked at home on one hand, it means you can eat them. If you want to do this business, you must prove your ability. ." Qingchuan's mother used this to dispel his idea.

"I can buy some materials and make it once. Two of the three people in my family agree, so you can let me try it. I won't go far away, nor will I go to the streets in the downtown area. I will set up a stall in front of the school earlier. Just in the morning. Those people who live on the street only come out to hang out in the afternoon, and I am at the school gate. If it doesn't work, I will let them have a free meal. "

When he said this, it was hard for his mother to refuse him. If a boy wanted to go out and have a career, it would be hard for his family to temper his will.

Qingchuan went to buy the ingredients, some flour, pork and leeks. He used the pan at home to fry a pot of dumplings. The crispy dumpling bottom, the tough and chewy dumpling wrapper, and the fresh filling were all put together just right. It was delicious. One wants to eat a pot.

The two younger siblings ate without raising their heads and proved their brother's craftsmanship with practical actions. Even the neighbors next door came to smell the food.

"Sister-in-law of the Gu family, I think Ah Sheng is a good businessman." The grandmother next door spoke in local dialect with a strong local accent and was full of praise.

Prices were high, and the food was expensive, so the neighbors didn't eat much. Everyone ate one, with three kinds of sauces on it: vinegar, ketchup, sweet and sour sauce, and hot sauce mixed with vinegar. Everyone had their own preferences, but no one said it. Unappetizing.

Qingchuan looked up at her. She knew her child had made up her mind, so she had no choice but to nod.

She gave Qingchuan five hundred yuan, which was the capital. It cost her just over 100 yuan to sweep the floor for a month, and nearly 200 yuan with various tips. Now in the early 1970s, you can have a meal for just a few cents, five hundred yuan is a lot. The family relies on this income to survive. If the house had not been bought, they would not be able to afford the rent, let alone raise the children. Therefore, I have little savings, and sometimes I shamelessly ask my elder brother for help, but my sister-in-law looks down upon me.