readsfreenovel Chapter 116 Becoming a Self-employed Person
Chapter 116 Becoming a Self-employed Person
Chapter 116 Becoming a Self-employed Person
After living a new life, Qiu Huoming discovered many things that he had overlooked in his previous life. Wucheng County, like other counties, had also tried to make a name for itself in the wave of reform.
After prices were liberalized in 84, most of these local factories began to decline, and some even ended up closing down before even reaching this point.
Canned food is definitely a good thing in this era. If fruits are not preserved, in an era when transportation is inconvenient and freezers are not widely available, many fruits will rot in the fruit-producing areas, while in places where there is a shortage of fruits, it will be difficult to find any.
Canned food solves this problem perfectly. Ordinary canned fruit has a shelf life of one year, so it doesn’t matter if you buy it home and keep it for a while.
When visiting patients, the most popular things we offered were malted milk and canned fruits.
In his previous life, when Qiu Huoming was working in the hospital, he met an old man. When he was dying, the only request he made was to have one more bite of canned yellow peaches. His family members immediately went out to buy them, but the convenience store no longer sold these cheap canned fruits. By the time they brought them back from the supermarket, the old man had passed away.
What he wanted to eat might not be the canned yellow peaches, but the warmth that the canned yellow peaches gave him in the past.
Three days later, Aunt Zhao's nephew Hongbing brought two workers with them, pushing a cart and piling up a lot of building materials on the empty space behind Qiu Huoming's window.
The foundation had been excavated and the entrance was in a mess. Hong Bing used two discarded wooden boards to build a road as a passage for the Qiu family.
The second son of the Wang family in the compound served as a propaganda soldier in the army, and learned first-hand printmaking skills. After demobilization, he was assigned to the cultural center as a clerk. He applied for a library card for Qiu Huoming at the cultural center.
Qiu Huoming simply went out early in the morning, took the manuscript paper and went to write his novel in the simple library on the first floor of the cultural center. He came back to have lunch at noon and then continued.
The place where the cultural center is located was originally the county government office of Wucheng County. The rockery and pavilions inside have been preserved, and there is also a small pond full of lotus flowers.
This small library has only one window and a wooden floor that creaks when you walk on it. There are heavy, low solid wood bookshelves lined up in a row with very few books on them. Many books have not been released these days, and the books piled up in the warehouse have been sorted out, but are not open to the public.
Qiu Huoming didn't come here to read anyway. He liked the quietness here. Adults didn't want to read these books, and children couldn't understand them, so they were just a good choice for him.
The lighting here is not good and the lights are not turned off in broad daylight. Qiu Huoming walked to the table by the window with familiarity, took out the manuscript paper, and copied the draft he wrote yesterday onto new manuscript paper.
He made up a short story about his experience of the college entrance examination. Now that the college entrance examination has just ended, he can still get some popularity. He plans to submit this article "College Entrance Examination Anecdotes" to "Story Club".
Cast a wide net and make more good connections.
He changed the story of Grandma Zhu's son and daughter-in-law returning to the city into a short story with many twists and turns. The story is called "Return to the City" and he plans to submit it to Contemporary.
He has been coming to the library for a week. There are few readers here, and occasionally a few elderly people come in to read newspapers.
The two clerks inside had recognized him and initially asked him not to bring his schoolbag in, but now they have become accustomed to it. The most important thing was that the second son of the Wang family took him to greet the people inside once.
In a society where relationships are important, people in small places are more or less related to each other.
"Xiao Qiu, it's noon. You should go back and eat. Come back in the afternoon." The clerk on duty today came over to remind him.
The opening hours of the library are their working hours, with a two-hour lunch break at noon, which means that if Qiu Huoming leaves at 12 o'clock, the library will not reopen until 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
"Okay, I'll go now." Qiu Huoming quickly gathered the manuscript papers on the table. He could go to the post office in the afternoon to send the two copied manuscripts.
The exterior walls of the two rooms in front of my house have been built, and prefabricated panels are used on the roof. This type of reinforced concrete prefabricated panels are more waterproof and insect-proof than wooden beams.
After returning home and having dinner, Qiu Huoming took the manuscript and rode his bike to the post office.
After sending the two manuscripts separately, he bought two bottles of soda at the door and went in to look for the postman Chunsheng.
Chunsheng brought him two issues of magazines in a row, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
"You're coming to my place and I want you to buy me soda. That's not okay. I'll give you some malted milk. It's more nutritious than soda." Chunsheng, wearing the work clothes of the post office, acted decisively and walked out with the soda in his hand.
Qiu Huoming had no choice but to return the soda, but luckily the people in the canteen were familiar with Chunsheng and didn't have to bother to talk to them.
Chunsheng and other postmen don’t have fixed seats, they just sit wherever there is space.
He made a cup of malted milk for Qiu Huoming and turned on the electric fan to high speed, blowing it towards him.
"Brother Chunsheng, you're welcome. I just came to see you and I have to leave soon."
"Hasn't your college entrance exam ended? Why are you still so busy?"
"I wrote a few articles..."
"You've finally finished your exams, you should relax a bit." Chunsheng suggested, "Call a few classmates someday, and I'll take you fishing on the boat."
"Fishing in the wild?"
"One of my friends has a boat, so let him take us for a tour in the river. They will catch the big fish, and we will fish for the small ones."
Qiu Huoming's idea moved. He often went fishing in rivers, but he had never fished in the Yangtze River before.
"Will that cause you any trouble?"
"What day is today?" Chunsheng glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall.
"Today is the 14th... Wednesday. I have Saturday off, which means it's the 17th."
Chunsheng turned to look at Qiu Huoming, "Gather at the gate of your compound at 17 o'clock in the morning on the 5th. How about we come back at noon?"
"Okay, how many people can you bring?"
"Five or six is no problem. The boat is big enough."
"Okay, then I'm welcome."
Some of the malted milk that Chunsheng made was clumping together and some parts were not melted. Qiu Huoming left some of the residue and didn't drink it. He chatted with him about some random things and actually found out a lot about Chunsheng's financial situation.
Chunsheng, a local, is 23 years old and has a girlfriend. They plan to get married at the end of the year. He follows in his father's footsteps as his family is in the post and telecommunications industry.
"Brother Chunsheng, I have something else to do, so I have to go." Qiu Huoming stood up.
"I'll walk you to the door."
Qiu Huoming left the post office and turned to look for Ding Yu. This guy hadn't come to see him in the past few days. He must have been engrossed in reading novels at home.
The car drove to Dingjia Lane. Qiu Huoming pushed the car and knocked on the door. Ding Yu's voice came from inside, "The door is not closed."
Qiu Huoming pushed open the courtyard door and saw Ding Yu sitting on the steps holding a book. A fan in the living room behind him was blowing towards his back. He had a bottle of soda in his left hand and a plate of sunflower seeds in his right hand, with sunflower seed shells scattered on the ground.
"Hey, Huozi, why are you here?" Ding Yu raised the corner of his mouth and stood up.
"Where is my godmother?" Qiu Huoming looked around.
"On weekdays, everyone goes to work."
"Where's Brother Hao? Isn't he supposed to start work next month?"
"Don't mention it. My brother insisted on being a self-employed person. A few days ago, my family had a big fight over this. He refused to do a proper job..."
"Oh? Tell me about it..."
Qiu Huoming immediately became excited. He parked the car, closed the yard door, sat next to Ding Yu, reached out and grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and pretended to listen attentively.
I wish you all a happy weekend~