Chapter Fifty-One Development

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  It was evening. Zhao Tong got off work and went home, as soon as he arrived home, he saw his mother squatting on the ground killing a chicken.

  "Mom, are there guests at home tonight? Why are we having chicken?"

  After listening to her son's question, Zhao Mu did not lift her head: "No, where are the guests? It's just our own family."

  Zhao Tong scratched his head in confusion: "The sun is rising from the west?" After saying that, he pretended to look at the setting sun.

  Arriving at the kitchen, I saw Zhao Juan also there chopping vegetables and meat, busy for a while.

  What's going on? Zhao Tong really doesn't know what's going on, neither entertaining guests nor celebrating the holiday, and yet they're still cooking up a storm at home, it's weird.

  Entering the house, I saw Song Jie sitting on a chair "heng heng" eating watermelon.

  Zhao Tong walked over, picked up Song Jie in one swift motion and placed her on his lap, sitting down in the chair himself. He then whispered: "Nini, do you know why we made delicious food at home?"

  Song Jie shook her head slightly, indicating that she didn't know. How could she possibly know? Of course, she definitely didn't know. Hmm, watermelon is really delicious.

  Zhao Tong didn't expect this little brat to pretend to be stupid with him, thinking he really didn't know. He sat there holding his niece, staring blankly, racking his brains but couldn't figure out what was going on.

  He picked up a piece of watermelon and, with his head down, began to crunch on it with a "crunch, crunch" sound.

  By dinner time, Zhao Tong finally knew the answer. He was a little unacceptable for a while, and this money came too fast. One hour was worth his hard work for a whole day.

  Although Zhao Tong is doing mechanical repair work, that job isn't easy either. Every day he comes back covered in a layer of grease. The repetitive work gradually wears away the youthful vigor.

  This time's successful business was like opening a different window for Zhao Tong, opening a gap in his heart, only it hasn't been discovered yet.

  This meal was eaten with excitement, and everyone was full of longing and hope for the future, no longer worried about making a living every day.

  From then on, Zhao Mu and Zhao Juan would go out to set up their stall a little earlier every noon, trying to make more pancakes. There wouldn't be any situations where people had to wait anymore, and they even came up with a pre-ordering method.

  Business is getting better every day. On good days, I can even earn 10 yuan, and on bad days, I can still make 5 or 6 yuan.

  This way, we can have meat every day at home, and the atmosphere is always relaxed, completely without the previous heaviness.

  Song Jie saw that the sun was so big every day, and proposed to make an umbrella bigger. As a result, there were sun umbrellas, and every day's life was not so hard to get through.

  But by the end of August, Zhao Juan was about to go to school for registration, and suddenly there was one less person. Zhao's mother was worried that she couldn't do it alone, and Song Jie was automatically ignored...

  No matter what, Zhao Juan still left. The school had a boarding place, and since it was far from home, Zhao Juan couldn't commute back and forth every day, so she could only come back once a week.

  This way, the small business at home fell into a bottleneck. When Zhao Tong was at home, he suggested that if it didn't work out, he would come back to help, anyway, he could earn more than in the factory.

  Zhao's father disagreed, not because of his old-fashioned thinking, but because the stall was still unstable and had small troubles every day. He worried that others might start selling similar things, which would instantly ruin their own business. When the factory work is lost, they need to make preparations in advance.

  Ginger is still old and spicy, Zhao Fu's words were heard by Zhao Tong, who also suppressed the idea of doing business in his heart. One day, this idea will grow into a towering tree.

  Having no other choice, Zhao's mother had to hire Tang Jia aunt from the neighboring family who was very close to her. She paid her 10 yuan every month and asked for her help at noon.

  Tang Aunt was naturally willing, and the fragrance that had been wafting from Old Zhao's house next door for the past few days had already piqued her curiosity. When she heard it was a small business and they would pay her to help out, it was truly an opportunity that was hard to come by even with a lantern in hand.

  Originally always borrowing a small cart from someone else's home, Zhao Mu felt somewhat uneasy about it. After selling the money, she immediately bought a new one and returned the old one to the owner.

  Tang Auntie isn't a nosy person either. She doesn't ask people how much money they make in a day, and she does her work diligently. With Tang Auntie on board, Mother Zhao felt a sense of relief wash over her.

  Song Jie gradually stopped following the crowd, and recently, she didn't know if it was because of the heat or something else, but Xiaoli had been sleeping all the time, only waking up during meals. Song Jie even thought Xiaoli had heatstroke...

  It's also not good to move it to a space, and it won't wake up for a long time. Song Jie can only listen to it and let it be.

  Ever since Grandpa found out about Song Jie's talent, Song Jie has been following Zhao Father to learn, and every day is a recharge.

  She originally thought she had a two-world perspective and her studies were still pretty good, how could she be worse than anyone else?

  Who knows, being scolded by the old master, he was beaten and pressed down, suppressing that bit of self-satisfaction that had just emerged. From then on, she studied obediently and didn't dare to reveal a bit of complacency again.

  Through gradual learning, Song Jie discovered that Lao Ye Zi's knowledge was extremely vast and covered all aspects, truly a hidden talent. Song Jie admired him deeply and made up her mind to dig out all of Lao Ye Zi's secrets.

  Zhao's father also discovered his granddaughter's cleverness and was happy to teach her, the two of them got along swimmingly.

  Song Jie studied during the day and at night she went to space to review related books, deepening and expanding her memory. She learned some knowledge that even her grandfather didn't know.

  Zhao's father was astonished to discover that his granddaughter had a memory comparable to that of a demon, with a clever and nimble mind that could make connections between things. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, and could only slowly dig up old stories, the two of them enjoying each other's company.

  A month had passed and at the beginning of October, Mother Zhao gathered everyone together and took out a small notebook which was the account book for their business over the past month.

  Song Jie glanced at her from the side, and on the notebook, every detail was recorded one by one, even the oil tickets were remembered very clearly. Grandma was indeed a good housekeeper, she thought to herself in admiration.

  As soon as the account book was taken out, Mrs. Zhao handed it over to her youngest son to calculate, and after Zhao Tong finished calculating, he gave it to Mr. Zhao to recalculate. The two of them calculated the total together, but surprisingly, they got different results?

  He counted again and confirmed that Zhao Tong was wrong. He scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed. His mother then gave him a long lecture in front of Song Jie before letting him off.

  Song Jie couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle at the sight of her little brother-in-law being scolded, it was just too amusing.