After morning exercises, Fang Changan returned to the classroom with a box of buns and placed them on the podium. The students who ordered the buns went up to collect them by themselves according to their numbers, and he placed the remaining greeting cards one by one in the seats.

"Wow, how much did you buy, squad leader?"

"Is there mine?"

The classmates who were receiving the buns all looked over instantly. Fang Chang'an put them one by one on his seat and smiled and said, "Look at it yourself, I've written it for a long time."

Wang Yuwei took back the lunch box with her number, took another bag of soy milk, and returned to her seat. Fang Chang'an just put down the greeting card of her deskmate. She saw that her greeting card had a golden lock printed with a melon-shaped face, and her face was beautiful and charming, very beautiful.

Put down the lunch box, open and look at the congratulations behind, which read: I wish Wang Yuwei to grow up and become more beautiful and all her wishes come true!

The signature is the five words "Fang Chang'an Classmate".

A very simple and plain congratulations, but they have names, which means they are not written randomly. Wang Yuwei looked at Fang Chang'an, who was still sending greeting cards, picked up the deskmate and saw a photo of the fifth prince and Xiaoyanzi. The congratulations were: I wish Tian Yu's grades to get better and better, not to be late or leave early, and to hand in his homework on time.

The signature behind is "Your dear class leader Fang Chang'an".

Wang Yuwei was interesting to see, and couldn't help laughing. She first took a sip of soy milk and took a sip. The girl sitting in front turned around and said, "Wang Yuwei, where is your greeting card? What is it written on it? Let me see it?"

"Show me yours first."

That morning, most of the classmates finished their breakfast in buns and greeting cards. Some looked at different contents and even joked about the house Chang'an asking why they gave themselves to others' things.

The happiness that can bring is basically limited to this, fortunately, the second day of 2004 is Friday, and there will be two days off next.

At noon, Fang Chang'an came to Wang Chuanbiao's house again and ordered a bowl of hot rice noodles. The couple now know that he is a classmate in his son's class and the class monitor. They are very enthusiastic about him. They also need more rice noodles per bowl of rice noodles for the same amount of rice noodles or seasonings.

It is precisely because half of the 50 cents of Fang Chang'an is similar to that of others that he has added one dollar... Of course, the most important reason is that he has money, otherwise he would remember this favor but would not spend more money rashly.

After eating the rice noodles, Fang Chang'an slowly walked towards the school in the cold wind.

When I came to school last Sunday, I calmly prepared winter clothes, cotton jackets and cotton pants for him early, and thick sweaters and sweaters inside, as well as autumn clothes and pants inside, which were wrapped tightly, and my feet were also wearing thick socks made of wool materials. On the outside, there was a pair of snow boots newly bought with the money sent by Fang Lujun. It costs twenty-one yuan, the soles are thick and the wool materials are very sufficient, and I often sweat when I move.

Naturally, it is not a question of beauty, but warmth is enough. Shen Mo and Wang Ke both laughed at him as a bear.

On the way, Fang Chang'an transferred to the bank, took out the bank card given by Shen Chengyan, took out the six hundred yuan from the ATM, put it in the pocket of the cotton jacket, carefully observed the surroundings, and then walked towards the school with confidence.

After three classes in the afternoon, Fang Chang'an was still wearing a thick cotton coat and put on two layers of gloves. One layer exposed her fingers, which was used for writing on weekdays, and the other layer was also cotton-padded winter gloves, which were simple and generous.

Wang Ke tried it at noon. She reached into the cotton gloves with both hands and was still rich. Shen Mo's hands looked fun and then reached into her hand. The two little girls could barely stuff them with four little hands.

So in class, they occupied one of them, pulled it out when they were writing, and when they were not writing, they stuffed their hands into the thick gloves in Chang'an in Fang, looking naive and cute.

Wang Ke also wanted to ride a bike home, and there were two layers of gloves. The outer layer was also bought with pink cotton gloves, tied with a thread and hung around his neck.

As usual, Fang Chang'an and Fang Dianqiu were waiting for Fang's shadow at this time every week, Wang Ke and her classmates from the same village led a bicycle by, carrying pink earmuffs and a white towel, only revealing a pair of beautiful almond eyes and a straight nose, holding a pink cotton glove to wave to him.

"Blessed by Fang Chang'an!"

Fang Changan watched her pedal on the bicycle and told her unwillingly: "Ride slowly, don't fall."

"I know--"

The girl's sweet and pleasant voice floated in the cold wind.

Fang Dianqiu was also wrapped tightly and stood beside him, his eyes retracted from Wang Ke's back, blinked at Fang Chang'an, and smiled with a hint: "Are you afraid that someone will fall and feel distressed?"

"Uncle also feels sorry if you fall."

Fang Chang'an was not afraid of such a level of teasing, so he curled his lips and choked her back.

Fang Dianqiu wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, and then came over and asked in a low voice: "Hey, serious, I'll ask you, do you like Wang Ke more or Shen Mo more?"

Fang Changan glanced at her, "Can I like them all?"

In Fang Dianqiu's perception, the answer "everyone likes" is equivalent to saying "non-like", and said angrily: "I'm asking you very seriously. I promise, I will never tell anyone, is it OK?"

"I said it, I like it all."

"Hate!"

Fang Dianqiu rolled his eyes wide and ignored him.

Fang Ying finally arrived late. The three of them rode their bikes together and returned to Majiagou in the cold wind. Because the weather was cold and windy, it was much later than usual. It was already dark before the village entrance.

"I don't know if Wang Ke has arrived home..."

Fang Changan parked his bicycle at home and found that this idea came out in his mind very strangely, so he hurriedly threw it out.

Congrong was about to cook, and moved the dead leaves and firewood piled in the yard to the kitchen. Fang Chang'an followed suit and saw that the fire was almost piled up in front of the stove, so he stopped. Congrong covered the firewood pile with old plastic film so that he would not be soaked by rain and snow and could not burn it.

These are all stored in late autumn. If they are wet, there will be no place to do it in the middle of winter. They use coal stoves for a while, and they will be slow, but they will also cost money. Basically, they will use stoves and stoves for both use. The former boils water and the latter cooks.

The sweet potatoes, radishes and cabbage in the field were already in the cellar. Fang Chang'an thought it was dirty, so he opened the cellar on the ground, and asked him to jump in and pick up the sweet potatoes and cabbage.

"Aren't you a little taller than me, and it's inconvenient to move inside..."

Fang Chang'an crawled out of the cellar, patted the soil on his body, and complained dissatisfiedly.

"It's also high. If you don't accept it, grow faster. Just grow taller than me."

Fang Chang'an put the sweet potatoes and cabbage into the basket while fooling around.

"Are you taller than you, will you just go down?"

"Will you just let Yanran go down then? When she grows up, it's time for her elder brother and second brother to share the burden."

Later generations of house leaders were indeed taller than house Chang'an, but by that time, there would definitely be no need to drill into the cellar like this.

Fang Changan came to the west room with a basket and placed the sweet potatoes next to the stove. He heard Fang Changming in the main hall comparing his height with Fang Yanran, and at the same time said: "Yanran, grow faster."

“Why?”

"Brother said that when you reach my height, I will let you go to the cellar to pick red taro."

"I don't!"

"Get taller quickly."

"I'm taller than you. Then you're the shortest, so you'll be the one who's going to take it."

"How is that possible!"

The two little guys could talk about this for a long time. Fang Chang'an endured his smile and came to the kitchen to help burn the fire. When his mother finished her work, she took out the 500 yuan she had allocated and handed it to her.

Changqing didn't answer, and asked first: "Where did it come from?"

"You forgot, I have shares when buying buns."

Then Congyan took it over and counted it. Fang Chang'an explained: "I have divided it into five thousand in total, mainly November and December. I can get almost two or three thousand in the next month."

As the number of buns increases every day, the cost of material is further lowered. Now the number of buns per day is more than 20,000, and at most, it can reach 25,000. The average is the average, and the daily turnover is 2,300. Even if it is calculated in twenty days per month, the monthly turnover is more than 40,000.

If the materials, rent, water, electricity, coal, salary and other expenses are deducted, the monthly profit will be about 30,000 yuan. Even if not all of them are divided, Chang'an will have seven or eight thousand yuan per month.

However, he was not going to tell his parents all, because in this way, his mother knew how much he spent outside.

It is undoubtedly uncomfortable to be financially unfree.

Confucius said: Everything is planned and will be established; if it is not planned, it will be abandoned.

The small treasury must also be prepared from a young age.

Even so, the number of two or three thousand per month was shocked by Congyun, and he was stunned for a moment before saying, "So many?"

Fang Changan nodded vigorously, "This is a situation where we don't want to be too greedy. If we are a little greedy, we can earn more."

Nowadays, 30,000 yuan per month is undoubtedly a very terrifying number. However, in fact, the bun shop now basically monopolizes the middle school breakfast in the entire town. Just as Fang Chang'an said, if they are a little greedy, they can earn more.

In this business, Fang Chang'an's idea is just a little spark. Shen Chengyan's ability to open up all the schools is the key to making money.

However, as the school cafeteria slowly reacted, innovated, or survived the fittest, the competition became more intense, and whether the number of more than 20,000 yuan per day could be maintained is still a question mark. It is too early to be happy now.

After calmly digesting the number, he asked again: "Where is the remaining money?"

"Shen Chengyan is working on stocks, and it seems to be quite profitable. Anyway, it's useless for us to take the money. I asked him to buy it for us. I still kept 100."

Nodded calmly, put away the money, and after a while, he sighed softly and said, "Your father is exhausted every day, and only costs less than 800 yuan a month."

Fang Lujun also found a valve factory to work, with a salary of 2.5 yuan per hour, and went to work at 7 a.m., rested for an hour at 12 a.m., and got off work at 6 a.m., for a total of ten hours, twenty-five yuan a.m.

If you work overtime, it will be 2.5 yuan per hour, but it will be covered by supper.

Take a day off on the first day of each month.

Fang Lujun calls back once a week, and rarely says whether he is tired or not. Most of them say, "I have been doing so many hours this month" and a show-off tone.

On November 30th, Fang Lujun worked for a total of 322 hours, rested on the first day, twenty-nine days, and worked 11.1 hours a day.

On December 31st, Fang Lujun called last week. As of the 25th, Fang Lujun worked for 291 hours, rested on the first day, worked for 24 days, and worked for 12.1 hours a day.

He just entered the factory and had no skills. There is no doubt that he had to do all the dirty, tiring and heavy work.

Fang Changan didn't know whether his father was tired or not, or how far he was, but on the phone, he had a "confidence" from the bottom of his heart that he had never had before even when he was playing cards and showed off. He spoke loudly.

Pride, exaggerated.

Not boring at all.

Fang Chang'an tried to smile and said, "Mom, don't worry. When my dad calls this time, ask my dad how much he knows about the factory now."

"I don't know much, so I'll find a way to learn more."
Chapter completed!