A 1970s mom raises a cute baby, and a crazy boss spoils her

The family got up at seven or eight in the morning and worked until nine or ten in the evening, dragging their heavy feet back home, exhausted.

Zhong Zijun was originally worried that with so many people around, someone might steal the money and he would have worked for nothing. However, after checking the accounts, he found that not a penny was missing.

She knows exactly how much goods were purchased and how much goods were sold.

It seems that the quality of these students is very high. At present, it seems that my daughter's set of self-selected theories can be put into practice very well. It not only helps her save time and manpower, but also improves efficiency.

The number of people served in her small grocery store today was comparable to that of a department store during its busy hours, and there were only two of them serving them, compared to the sheer number of people in a department store.

With this comparison, the advantages of self-service supermarkets are obvious.

Zhong Zijun couldn't sleep, so he counted the accounts and found that this small grocery store had made nearly a thousand yuan on the first day.

My god, this money is so easy to make.

You know, this is only the first day of registration.

There is still one week left before all the new students arrive.

However, after the first week of school, business will definitely be much slower.

Zhong Zijun has calculated that even if she only has a net income of ten yuan a day, she will not lose money. This business is worth doing.

This warehouse was rented to her by the school's logistics department. It had been flooded before and was very dirty inside, with a lot of mud and sand that had not been cleaned up, so the rent was very cheap, only a symbolic twenty yuan a month.

Now she does it all by herself.

If she can earn 300 yuan a month, after deducting rent, electricity and labor, she will still have more than 200 yuan left, which means 2,000 to 3,000 yuan a year.

After all, it's better than just getting a fixed salary. Her salary at school is less than 100 yuan a month.

Teachers these days are not like those in later generations who can make money from training courses. Even though it looks glamorous, they actually don’t earn much, they just want to look good.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario. She feels that with the current trend, the business will be good.

It was not until Ji Linhai urged her that Zhong Zijun fell asleep contentedly holding her account book.

As if I had been injected with chicken blood, I got up early the next morning to work.

After contacting the manufacturer to deliver the goods, he also promised his workers: "Keep working hard, and I'll treat you to a BBQ after these few days of hard work."

Gu Qinghuan and Gu Lanting smiled helplessly. What else could they do? She was their own mother, so they could just spoil her themselves.

Zhong Zijun hasn't been so happy for a long time.

Sure enough, the genes carry the attributes of a strong woman, and making money makes people happy.

"Teacher Gu!"

Gu Qinghuan was sorting flyers when a familiar voice sounded in her ears. The voice sounded a little surprised, but more of joy.

When Gu Qinghuan looked up, she saw a big boy standing in front of her, looking a little embarrassed.

"Wang Qingchuan? Oh my god, why are you here?"

A familiar face came into view, and the excitement in Gu Qinghuan's eyes almost overflowed. She covered her mouth with her hands, looking incredulous.

In fact, there is only one possibility for Wang Qingchuan to appear here, and that is that he was admitted to Huaqing University.

Given his family conditions, it is impossible for him to come to Beijing or Huaqing for tourism, right?

Gu Qinghuan understood it in her heart, but she just wanted to get a definite answer from him because it was really unbelievable.

Did the child she taught get admitted to Huaqing University? Did her soft-hearted behavior really change the child's fate?

She hadn't thought about the people and things in the commune school for a long time. The old principal retired last year and the two gradually lost contact.

In an era when information could only be conveyed through letters, she had no idea how the children she had sponsored were doing. She could only wish them safety and well-being in her heart.

Being able to walk together for a while is already fate, we can't force too much.

Wang Qingchuan couldn't help but feel a little sad when he saw his former teacher and benefactor.

He took out a notice from his backpack and carefully unfolded it to show her.

He said with some pride and a hint of grievance: "Teacher Gu, I was admitted to Huaqing University, and this time, I'm here to report." Tears welled up in his eyes.

Along the way, he endured many cold stares and stumbled a lot, but he finally arrived at Huaqing and met Teacher Gu, the person he wanted to see the most. At this moment, he was so happy.

That year, Gu Qinghuan took the college entrance examination. When they contacted each other for the last time, he learned that Teacher Gu was admitted to Huaqing, the best school in China.

While he was happy for the teacher, he was also determined to work hard to get into Huaqing University and see the path his teacher had taken.

From a remote village to a prosperous city, Wang Qingchuan changed his destiny, and Gu Qinghuan contributed to this.

"Oh my God, Wang Qingchuan, you can do it. I'm so proud of you." Gu Qinghuan patted his shoulder generously and hugged the child warmly.

Wang Qingchuan subconsciously hid back. He had been sitting on the train for several days, feeling stuffy and hot. He was covered in sweat and had not had time to change. It would be bad if he disturbed the teacher.

Gu Qinghuan immediately understood his embarrassment.

"Why are you hiding? Can I eat you?"

Then he compared his height with his, and Gu Qinghuan was surprised to find that the child had grown to be a head taller than him.

"You've grown a lot taller. It seems you've been eating well in recent years. That's good."

At that time, he was thin and small, the smallest boy in the class. Gu Qinghuan was afraid that he would not grow taller in the future. Unexpectedly, after not seeing him for a few years, he had grown so tall.

Wang Qingchuan scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I listened to you and ate well every day." Thank you, I can really eat my fill.

"Haha, by the way, how is your cousin Wang Ruolan? How did your batch of kids do in the exam?" Gu Qinghuan suddenly thought of the girl who was struggling so tenaciously.

"Sister Ruolan was also admitted to university, but her family did not allow her to apply to a university in Beijing, so she applied to a university in the province.

By the way, she also asked me to bring you a letter.

In addition, most of the other students in the class were admitted to university, only a few failed.

Everyone misses you very much, and this time several classmates asked me to bring letters to them." Wang Qingchuan said, and took out a packet of letters from his bag and handed it to her.

Gu Qinghuan took the package of letters and felt inexplicably heavy and proud in his heart.

"Okay, that's great." In fact, when she sponsored them, she didn't think that all of them would be successful. She just didn't want to leave any regrets and didn't want a good seedling to miss the opportunity to study because of money.

I didn't expect that it would eventually change the fate of most children, which is great.

"You haven't reported yet, right? Hurry up, I'll let my brother take you there to report, go to the dormitory, pack up, and have a good rest. We can still have a good chat when we have time. I'll treat you to a good meal after these busy days." Gu Qinghuan saw the fatigue in his eyes.

A young kid who takes a train for several days to reach Beijing by himself would definitely not dare to rest. He had been on the train for several days and probably could not hold on any longer.

Anyway, there is a long way to go.