On the 11th National Day in 1993, Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing's factory had a three-day holiday.
Wang Ai shouted that he wanted to go to Anshan 219 Park to play, saying that he had missed the big slide for a long time.
The two discussed it and felt that their son's performance this month was very good, and the school teachers responded that he was learning super fast, so he agreed.
A family of three got up early in the morning on October 2 and took a rickety bus to the train station.
Although it is only 20 kilometers from Liaoyang to Anshan, there are still trains, and the key is that the train is cheap, only two yuan.
I bought three tickets, the train at 8:45, and waited for the wave to Anshan, just half past nine.
Two years ago, a family of three came to play on June 1st, and the big wave-like slide in 219 Park was not to mention children, but adults were also having a lot of fun.
This kind of slide, Liaoyang and Anshan two cities, with a population of more than 5 million, is just this one, and you can't play it anywhere else.
The two didn't have time to think about how their son's memory was so good, so they rushed out of the train station and waited for a 216 road not far away.
On the 11th National Day holiday, there are more people coming out to play in Anshan, people on the bus are next to each other, most of them are adults with children, children in big cities are much better dressed than Wang Ai, boys' shirts and suspenders, girls bow princess skirts, and Wang Ai has a big pants and a big vest, and it is from the countryside at a glance.
Ai Xiaoqing's face was a little feverish, and he didn't find any good clothes for Wang Ai to wear before going out.
Passing by Anshan Central Hospital, Wang Ai suddenly wanted to get off the car, Ai Xiaoqing was a little unable to sit still in the eyes of the people around him looking at the countrymen, and he was two stops away from 219 anyway, so he followed Wang Ai's thoughts, just got off the car, Wang Ai ran forward with a little short leg, and the two of them were not clear, so they chased after him, and saw Wang Ai plunging into a store called "Nanhua Flower Shop", and the two had to follow.
Pushing open the door of the store, a few people holding flowers came out, and when they entered the store, they found that Wang Ai and the clerk had chatted.
The clerk was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and asked Wang Ai with a smile: "Children, do you want to buy flowers?"
” Wang Ai raised his head and put his hands behind his back: "My family grows flowers!"
” The clerk's surname is Liu, and he is from Mayitun, Liaoyang County, and the flower shop is opened by relatives at home.
In the past few days, the sales of flowers have increased greatly, but the supply is not enough, most of the flowers in this year are airlifted from abroad, and a small number have to be airlifted from Guangdong, and the price is expensive to death.
Twenty yuan for a rose is not discounted, fifteen carnations, eighteen yuan for a bouquet of stars, love or not, thank you for your patronage.
Seeing that the business is good and there is no supply, Miss Liu's aunt and young woman Liu are worried these days.
At first glance, it sounds like a family grows flowers, no matter how much, mosquito legs are also meat.
When she heard the news, Young Lady Liu hurriedly came out of the back room, and she didn't care that the other party was a child, so she opened her mouth and asked, "What flowers do you grow in your house, and how many are there?"
” Wang Bin and Ai Xiaoqing were confused when they entered the door, and Wang Bin was about to speak, but Ai Xiaoqing secretly pinched him.
I heard Wang Ai answer: "There are no roses, my family has an old nose moon, carnations, stars, hydrangeas, and golden balls." ” Young Lady Liu was a little disappointed when she heard this, although there are many types, it seems that she is not a professional flower grower.
Come to think of it, my own flower shop has only been open for a year this year, how can there be farmers who grow flowers professionally?
The relatives in Liaoyang County don't have much to plant, so they can't supply it at all.
But then Wang Ai's words made Young Lady Liu happy, and Wang Ai gestured with two small arms: "My family has a big warm cellar, and it can also be planted in winter." ” In these years, the warm cellar is still a rare thing in the plastic greenhouse, the investment is thousands of yuan, and a farmer can't earn 500 yuan all year round, but the flowers are cultivated in the north, and there must be a warm cellar, otherwise what to sell in winter?
"That little friend, how about you see that your family planted flowers and sold them to me?
The price is negotiable.
Young woman Liu looked at Wang Ai with blazing eyes.
Wang Ai nodded: "Okay, wow, what price do you give?"
” Several adults looked at each other and smiled, Wang Bin pressed the doubts in his heart and remained silent, Ai Xiaoqing boldly came up and negotiated the price with Young Lady Liu.
After talking about it, I realized how expensive this flower is, and basically half of the selling price is the purchase price.
Young woman Liu is out of stock and in a hurry, so she plans to use the moon season to pretend to be roses, anyway, there are few people who can see it in this year, the price is according to the roses, ten yuan each, and finally took a copy of the price list of her own purchase, and asked her niece to copy a copy of it to the copy agency next to it and give it to a family of three to take away.
Before leaving, he delivered it to the door, and stuffed a business card.
Wang Bin went in dizzily, came out dizzy, and didn't wake up until he walked to 219, how could this confused daughter-in-law and son talk about a deal?
What's more, when will the flowers be planted at home, how can there be a warm cellar?
Ai Xiaoqing pulled Wang Bin and muttered, this business has to be done, the salary of the last month's work is only seventy or eighty yuan, and the two of them together only spend fifteen flowers.
The two of them didn't have the heart to play with Wang Ai, and they agreed to the condition of going to the restaurant at noon, so they fooled Wang Ai to the Xinhua Bookstore in Anshan City, anyway, they were going to go to the restaurant at noon.
I bought a lot of technical books on flower planting and agricultural greenhouses in the bookstore, turned around and went to the flower, bird and fish market in Anshan City, bought a lot of flower seeds and half-sized seedlings, and when I wanted to eat at noon, I found that the more than 100 yuan I brought on my body was all spent, not to mention the restaurant, and I went through all the pockets to go home and the ticket money was left.
Ai Xiaoqing hugged his son and apologized, saying that he was taking his son to play, but he forgot about his son and patronized it to make a fortune.
Wang Ai waved his hand generously: You are allowed to owe it first!
Two meals to the restaurant!
How can two people be embarrassed to negotiate the price?
Hurriedly agreed.
Although eleven did not play, but found a way to make a fortune, the two of them summed it up, seeing that it was winter, the greenhouse must be deducted, the family did not have any money to get a small one, the backyard of the house was cleaned up, the factory bought some waste steel bars, iron bars, simple welding, their own rope tied up, with a little bamboo pole, to the agricultural technology station to buy half a roll of plastic film, on the backyard wall, three days on a simple greenhouse of 40 square meters buckled.
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Although the two of them are not planting flowers, they can be regarded as professional in farming, while reading the book, while groping, they bought hundreds of seedlings of various flowers in the flower, bird and fish market, and after half a month, plus the memory that Wang Ai once had, it was quite presentable.
When they were all busy, they found that they didn't see a penny, but spent hundreds of dollars out, although they were young and had seen the world, but they were still a little apprehensive.
At the end of October, when it was cold, Wang Ai urged the two of them to go to the earth to pick up a cart of straw and come back to tie the straw mats.
The two of them were busy working while going to work, and their tired backs and legs hurt.
Finally, at the end of November, the first batch of flowers was ready, and after sliding next to the wall, I counted them, and the total number of flowers was about thirty.
Ai Xiaoqing let out a long breath, slowed down, and picked up the phone in his accounting office. ()