"Uncle, is this the quail farm?" Chen Jingxu should have been nearby. He was asking for directions politely. He had just returned from the field.

"Just walk over there and smell the chicken and duck manure."

"Thank you uncle."

After confirming the direction, Chen Jingxu quickly found it, and also saw an uncle feeding in the farm: "Uncle, how do you sell your little quail?"

It is absolutely right to call you politely when you see someone.

The breeding uncle looked at Chen Jingxu. He was a primary school student: "1 yuan per person."

“It’s too expensive (too expensive).”

"50 cents per piece, no sale?"

"Go! Go! Go,"

"If you sell Wa, you will ask for 60 (dialects)."

“60?”

The farming uncle thought he heard it wrong: "Buy 60 pieces, do you want so many? Do you use them for barbecue?"

"You don't care, 50 cents per person, I want 60, whether to sell it or not."

"Sell, catch whatever you want."

"Pack this flat wooden basket for me." Chen Jingxu bought so many, so it's okay to get a flat wooden basket." Chen Jingxu started to pick, the smaller the better, and specialized in picking quails about the size of eggs. When the uncle saw that Chen Jingxu was not born a week, he immediately gave him a few more.

"Give you money."

31 pieces.

In the era when a cent is still in use, 31 yuan is not much.

"Jijiji~"

66 little quails.

Chen Jingxu got 66 little quails in one go. What is he going to do? Is he barbecue?

Of course not.

The little quail is very cute.

Chen Jingxu bought so many, of course he sold them, for 2 yuan per person and 3 yuan per person. In 2000, he sold quail, chicks and ducks at the entrances of various primary schools, blooming everywhere.

It's so popular that I bought it and raised the quail and still lay eggs.

Ding Ding Ding! ~

"Give up."

In 1999, the streets and alleys were full of children, which was very lively.

There are three children who play with sandbags, some play with stones, and some want to play with marbles to win other people's marbles.

As for where to buy marbles, there are convenience stores, which cost 1 cents 3.

There are also those who play dolls, fold the dolls and then pat the ground with their hands. Who can beat the dolls (this doll is not a rag doll, but a piece of paper with an area of ​​10 cents per piece of paper, which can be cut into 25 cards found like matchboxes.) and cover the ground with all the dolls on the back, and you can win away other people's dolls.

It can be said that their generation is the happiest, with more joy in childhood.

This is the fun that future post-10s generations will not be able to experience.

"Jingxu, what are you coming back with?"

"nothing."

A group of destruction kings, Chen Jingxu directly tied the car to the back door and carried it in.

"Brother Xu, what's the smell of shit? It smells so smelly." My sister Chen Xiaoyu is about to go to school. In the third grade of elementary school, she went to school with a few neighbors. She is not as expensive as her future children. Even her parents need to pick her up and drop off her in junior high school.

"Call Brother Xing down."

"Let me see if I'm talking." The old girl was talking in plain language, and it was strange. My mother and Chen Jingxu spoke in dialect, and her brother and sister spoke in plain language (Cantonese). The three brothers and sisters spoke in dialect again. My father used dialect to say that my mother used in vernacular language. Chen Jingxu spoke in Cantonese with her sister, and his brother spoke in dialect again, which was a bit complicated.

"Many quails, so proud (cute/kawaii)." Chen Xiaoyu grabbed one and let it go, the gray plush one, and she couldn't let it go.

"Brother Xu, are you catching quails while rushing to Liga?"

"Give money to buy it, go up to the second floor and call Brother Xing."

Chen Xiaoyu did not run upstairs and shouted directly at the stairs: "Brother Xing, Brother Xu called you Luo Li."

Big brother Chen Jingxing: "Just lock the bicycle."

Chen Xiaoyu: "No, Brother Xu called you Luo Li helper."

Chen Jingxing didn't know what his naughty brother wanted to do again. Before he could walk down, he smelled a moment of meaning: "What does it smell?"

"Brother, come and help me fold the feed." Chen Jingxu used newspaper to divide the three kilograms of feed into hundreds of portions?

Chen Xiaoyu helped him cut newspapers.

Chen Jingxing: "What are you doing with so many quails?"

“Look here.”

When Chen Jingxing came down, Chen Jingxu had already made a carton leather and wrote a gel pen that cost 2 yuan each and 5 yuan each, and gave two packs of feed.

"I asked where I did it and stole it?" Chen Jingxing looked at his younger brother in confusion. He often steals things and is a habitual criminal. He must think so.

"I bought it. Mom gave me money. It costs 50 cents each, and I bought it for 31 yuan."

"Who will want it if you sell it for 2 yuan?"

Chen Xiaoyu: "Brother Xu, you want to make money, can you let me be a quail?"

"Take it whatever you want."

Chen Jingxu: "Yes, elementary school students like the most. You can set up a stall with me and go to other primary schools to sell it for me."

Being ready, Chen Jingxu also brought a small wooden stool and asked them to help carry the wooden basket. The quails were chirping inside. When they arrived at Suicheng No. 3 Primary School, there were already many small vendors at the entrance, and a few scattered primary school students were playing, and the school gate was not open yet.

In 1999, the school was not until 2:30 and the school gate was not open, so the school gate was full of elementary school students. You crowded me and I crowded you, and everyone wanted to compete for the first person to rush into the school.

"Brother, just sit on the chair and I'll attract them."

Junior high school students look older than primary school students.

"Wow, what a cute quail, it only costs two dollars each."

“Where did you buy it?”

“I want to buy one too.”

“On that.”

Soon, a group of primary school students surrounded the stall set up by Chen Jingxu.

"I want to buy it, but I don't have money."

"I'll buy one for 2 yuan."

Chen Jingxing didn't expect that a primary school student would give him money. He didn't need to say anything. His brother had already written it with a sign. He could pick one for 2 yuan, 3 yuan, and 3 yuan, and one for one for a pack of feed.

"I want three quails."

"5 yuan."

"for you."

Many families were well-off in 1999, so they were very happy. Their parents helped them survive the bad times and entered a new China with a comprehensive recovery.

"There are more than a dozen left, and you will be gone after buying it. Don't miss it when you pass by."

Chen Jingxu was shouting, Chen Jingxing's face was very embarrassed, and he was very embarrassed.

"I want one."

Chen Jingxu did not expect that the sales were very popular, so he bought more than 60 quails.

"Brother, give me the money and see how much I bought it."

Chen Xiaoyu: "Brother Xu, I also have a share to ask my classmate to buy it, and I want to share some money for me."

Chen Jingxu: "I will give you a few more money when I make money. Now I need to invest."

"What's the investment?"

"Teacher is 2 o'clock soon, you go to school." Chen Jingxu touched his sister's little head, which was embarrassing. 30 often borrowed money from his sister to spend, and the sister often helped her brother.

"Brother, did you have no classes in the afternoon? My second physical education class came out. I rode a bicycle to wait for me at Zongheng Bookstore. I will take you to get quails. After school, you will go to No. 1 Primary School and I will go to No. 2 Primary School."

"I don't know."

"Just like before, you can collect money and find money. You should be careful not to be taken by elementary school students."
Chapter completed!