Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

Hao Qiang returned home to his rented apartment, leaned lazily on the sofa, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed his father's number.

After a brief beep, Hao Jianjun's loud and powerful voice was heard.

"Aqiang, what's wrong?"

Hao Jianjun was choosing clothes to wear after taking a shower in the bedroom when he suddenly received a call.

After a busy day of cutting sugarcane, I was soaked and exhausted.

But in order to make money, I have to work hard no matter how hard it is. Otherwise, how can I have money to send my son to school?

"Dad, I can't call you if there's nothing wrong. You're being too polite."

"You call me once or twice a week and talk for a long time. Dad knows you are filial, but the phone bill is expensive." When he first got the phone, Hao Jianjun showed it off everywhere in the village. Now he feels that everyone in the village knows about it, and he has lost the enthusiasm.

"Dad, when you have time, go out for a walk with Mom more often."

"Your mother and I are very busy cutting sugarcane. You think you can get away with going out for a walk for free?"

"When will our harvest begin?"

Hao Qiang asked, since every household grows sugarcane for sugar production, but there are limited trucks to transport the sugarcane, the villagers draw lots to queue up so that they won’t be late for a truck to take the sugarcane away after the harvest.

Sugarcane is not as seasonal as fruits, so it doesn't matter if you harvest it a month or two later, as long as it doesn't delay the germination of new seeds in the spring.

Local sugarcane has one season a year, and the roots are usually left for one or two years. If the roots are not good, new ones will be planted.

"I haven't drawn the lot yet. It's rained a few times recently, so let it grow a little longer and cut it down in late January."

"Dad, we won't be planting sugarcane and rice next year. Let others do it."

"If you don't plant, you'll starve. Do you think you can win the lottery every day?"

Hao Jianjun criticized his son, saying that since he stopped playing Mark Six Lottery, he has lost something fun and he feels itchy when he sees others playing.

But thinking about his son studying and being afraid that he would nag him, he simply stayed away from it.

But every household in the village was playing, and he didn't want to play. The villagers often nagged him, especially those who won the prize, who were so proud of themselves.

"I won't win the jackpot, but I'm not short of money right now. I'll give you 20,000 yuan first. You and Mom go to Yuecheng first. I'll tell you the details when you get there. It's a good thing."

Hao Qiang still planned to hide part of the information for the time being and reveal it to his parents after they arrived, so that they wouldn't get too excited on the way and cause accidents.

"Another twenty thousand dollars?"

Hao Jianjun's voice revealed surprise. "What on earth did you do, kid? Is it a school award? Where did you get so much money?"

Ever since his son won the 5,000 yuan grand prize and received a 20,000 yuan reward from the school, he has become accustomed to any other rewards his son receives.

Tens of thousands of dollars is within his affordability.

If it were millions, I would probably be shocked.

"It's not a school reward, I opened a hot pot restaurant in my spare time."

Hao Qiang explained calmly, "Dad, you still remember the hot pot base I made during the holidays. You and Mom both said it tasted great.

Later, I used the money I earned from stock trading to invest in a hot pot restaurant. Business has been good, and now I can easily make tens of thousands of yuan a month..."

Hao Qiang spoke slowly, but did not mention the flagship store for the time being. He first persuaded his parents to come to Yuecheng.

"Oh my god, is this true? Tens of thousands of dollars!

Is it that profitable? "

Hao Jianjun found it unbelievable that his son could earn tens of thousands of yuan a month when the average monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan, and most people even earned less than a thousand yuan?

Is there smoke coming out of the ancestral grave?

Next year’s Qingming Festival, I must worship my ancestors well, set off more fireworks and firecrackers, and ask for their blessings again.

His family's ancestral tomb is on the mountain, which is a Feng Shui treasure land. However, it is a bit tiring to climb up, and there are many thorns on the road.

After listening to this, Hao Jianjun immediately switched his phone to hands-free mode, went to sit in the living room, and called his wife who was watching TV in the living room to come over: "Mom, come here quickly, our son has made a fortune!"

"What? Made a fortune?"

Liu Fengqing, who was watching TV, looked confused and shouted into the phone, "Son, you didn't do anything bad, did you?"

"I didn't do anything bad. Oh, don't make a fuss. It's a good thing. Listen carefully to me. It's like this..." Hao Qiang continued to explain, "Hot pot base is the core. Come and take a look. If you can make it, you won't have to do farm work in the future."

"If we don't farm the land, it will become barren. It's a bit of a waste." Liu Fengqing was more shocked as she listened, but she and her husband probably knew what was going on.

This is great news. My son has really made a fortune and earns tens of thousands of yuan a month!

It only costs tens of thousands of dollars, and it only takes a month to build a building.

"Wife, why are you so clueless? Why are you still farming? Anyway, I don't want to farm anymore. I've been cutting sugarcane for a few days and I'm exhausted. I work hard all year round but don't make much money, not even enough to pay for my son's tuition.

If a factory had hired me, I would have gone out to work long ago."

When Hao Jianjun heard that his son earned tens of thousands of yuan a month, his son asked them to be responsible for making hot pot base. He was very happy to do something that could make money, as it would be meaningful and exciting to do it.

"If I still take you in, what will you do?

Sewing clothes? Or making shoes?

As a security guard, people look down on you for not speaking Mandarin properly. Do you think it’s that easy to get a job?

"I speak Mandarin pretty well, right? No one can understand me." Hao Jianjun felt uncomfortable when he heard this and retorted, "Besides, how can you know if you haven't tried working? My son also tried it out."

"Don't you have any self-awareness? A son is a son."

"My son is also my son, so he is the same as me. He has inherited my good qualities."

It was rare for Hao Qiang to hear his parents arguing, so he quickly interrupted: "Hey, Mom and Dad, stop arguing. Get things sorted first. I have something else to do later."

Hearing that their son still had things to do, the couple immediately quieted down.

Hao Jianjun said: "I will follow my son's arrangements. I have no objection."

Liu Fengqing was a little worried about her family: "We still have four pigs, chickens, ducks and other things at home."

"Let your sister-in-law help feed it for a few days and go check on the situation first. My son said that the hot pot base is very important and can't be made by others.

If it was stolen, tens of thousands of yuan a month would be gone."

"That's right. I'll go find my sister-in-law later."

"Just bring two days' worth of spare clothes. I'll buy you new ones when you get here. You don't need to bring anything else. It will be inconvenient and troublesome to bring too many things in the car..." Hao Qiang explained the precautions and talked for several minutes before finally arranging everything.

As for the 20,000 yuan, Hao Qiang will not transfer it for the time being.

When he left home, his parents still had some savings, and they would make arrangements after they arrived in Yuecheng.

It’s really troublesome to communicate over the phone. Fortunately, he didn’t say too much, otherwise, with his parents’ tempers, I really don’t know what would have happened.

The family of three continued chatting for a while, and after making more thorough arrangements, Hao Qiang hung up the phone.

That night, Hao Qiang's parents quickly packed their luggage.

Liu Fengqing went to find his sister-in-law and two elderly people and asked them to take care of the pigs and poultry at home. He said he had to rush to Yuecheng and roughly told them about his son's business and how he was making money, and that he wanted to go and see the truth.

When Uncle Hao Qiang and Aunt Hao found out, they were shocked that their nephew was actually doing business part-time and had made a fortune!

This was a great thing. My aunt agreed to it very easily and happily, allowing Liu Fengqing to go to Yuecheng without worry.

It was late at night, and Hao Qiang's parents were still excitedly discussing their son's business.

They never imagined that they could earn tens of thousands of dollars a month.

The family's financial situation is about to undergo a drastic change. As long as the business remains stable for a year, we can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars and buy a house in the city.

Days like this come so quickly, it seems like a dream.

Perhaps because of their son's college entrance examination experience and the fatigue from working hard during the day, at about one o'clock in the morning, they finally fell asleep with smiles and expectations.

In the middle of the night, Hao Jianjun had a dream. He dreamed that his son drove a car and took him and his wife to the newly bought house in the city to start city life.

The only bad thing is that his Mandarin is really poor. His daughter-in-law can’t understand him, and many people from other provinces can’t understand him either.

He also wants to learn well, but the problem is:

I can’t understand (tong) when I listen (ding), and I can’t learn (fei) when I learn (xie).

In his dream, he kept repeating this sentence, waking Liu Fengqing up.

Liu Fengqing found that her husband was talking in his sleep, and he kept mumbling something. She couldn't understand what he was saying, so she simply closed his mouth with her hand.

After seeing that her husband stopped grumbling, she covered her head and continued to sleep.