Chapter 2 Start with a bowl

There is a hot topic on Past Life Blog: How to get rich if you go back twenty years ago.

The answers were all strange. Some people said they would go south to find ponies. Some people said they would go north to buy a house, or they would go to Hangzhou parks to find dwarfs who read English.

It’s smaller, the layout is smaller.

If we go back twenty years ago, I was capital.

However, if you go back twenty years ago, you have no capital, no family status, no education, and are about to starve to death, how can you make a fortune?

There aren't many choices.

Entering the factory to make screws, food and accommodation are provided, as well as factory girls, who are simple and well-behaved.

Or, start with a bowl?

When Hanqiao walked out of Jinhua Station, the atmosphere of the times hit his face. There were no high-rise buildings in the previous life, but flat and low houses were scattered here and there. The road was still a cement road, and someone rode by on a 28-year-old bicycle.

The city is sleeping in the aftertaste of the New Year.

There is a bus ticket office not far from the train station. Han Qiao walked over and took a look, oh, the ticket from Jinhua to Hengdian is 30 yuan.

If a penny stumps a heroic man, it is better to solve the problem of food first.

Han Qiao picked up the sack and wandered aimlessly along the road.

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The train station is a magical place where people from all over the world gather. Even around the train station, there are all kinds of basic necessities, including food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Hanqiao's purpose was to find a casual worker in a small restaurant near the train station, provide food and accommodation, and collect enough money to buy a ticket to Hengdian.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the Chinese New Year has not yet passed, but there are still many restaurants open around the train station.

Han Qiao picked up the sack and walked around to the train station, where he found a restaurant street.

Han Qiao found a busy breakfast shop, picked up the sack and walked over.

This breakfast shop is the first one in the snack street. It has a booming business and offers both southern and northern breakfast snacks. The owner is a woman in her forties.

Han Qiao stood at the door and observed for a while. The female boss was clean, smart and capable. She was managing the business by herself at the front desk, and she was busy and orderly without any panic.

Han Qiao took a breath, walked up to the boss, smiled honestly, and showed his teeth: "Hello boss, I'm from Chongqing, are you looking for part-time workers here?"

The boss glanced at Han Qiao and asked, "You are from Chongqing. How old are you?"

"Eighteen years old." Han Qiao took out his ID card from his pocket.

"Do you have a temporary residence permit?" The boss didn't look at his ID card and took out the fried dough sticks from the frying pan.

Han Qiao was stunned. Temporary residence permit is a certificate specially used by the People's Republic of China to manage migrant workers. It was first implemented in Shenzhen and was later extended to the whole country.

This certificate is simple to say. Either you have relatives in the local area, you have a rental contract, or you have an employer. You need to go to the police station to apply for the certificate.

But it was also difficult. In his previous life, Han Qiao also escaped law enforcement officers who checked his temporary residence permit when he was a child, which left a deep impression on him.

"Boss, you see, I just got off the train and I don't have time to do it." Han Qiao lowered his head honestly and whispered.

"You don't dare use it without a temporary residence permit. Young man, you can go to another store and ask." The boss refused, put the fried dough sticks in soy milk, and turned around to deliver them to customers.

Han Qiao sighed, picked up the sack, and started walking along the snack street asking questions.

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noon,

It's not snowing in Jinhua, but it's still very cold. The cold in the south is a magical attack, and adding more clothes won't work.

Outside the snack street, there is a small stone pier. Han Qiao is sitting on the stone pier, looking at the restaurant in the distance in a daze.

He died before leaving the army.

These days, you need a temporary residence permit to find a job. ID cards are not easy to use, and no one dares to use a young man from out of town with unknown origins.

If you have a mobile phone, Han Qiao should also send a B-Hu and ask.

I have just been reborn and I have been hungry for nine meals in three days. How do I start? Urgent!

There was a growling sound in my stomach. I got off the train in the morning and ate four steamed buns. It was half a big boy. Four steamed buns were just a snack.

Han Qiao's eyes turned black from hunger, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the sack and walked towards a dumpling shop.

This dumpling shop is the last one in the snack street. The business is average, but there are people here from time to time. The bosses are two old people with gray hair.

Han Qiao walked into the store. The store was not big, with four tables set up for dining and processing.

The uncle is greeting the customers in front, and the aunt is making dumplings in the back.

Han Qiao walked to the table and sat down, put down the sack, and shouted to the uncle: "Boss, please give me three taels of dumplings."

"Okay."

The old man had white hair and was in his sixties, but his body was strong. He cooked a bowl of dumplings neatly and put them on the table.

Han Qiao picked up his chopsticks and started cooking.

It took five minutes to finish a bowl of dumplings, and my stomach was only about three-thirds full, so I asked the uncle to serve another bowl.

After eating three bowls in succession, Han Qiao felt his body warm up.

He put down the bowl and looked at the uncle furtively, feeling a little weak. He ate it, but he didn't have any money.

Han Qiao didn't even think about running away. He just lowered his head and sat on the chair in a daze.

I don't know how long time passed, but the store became idle.

The uncle cleaned up the countertop, carried the teapot and walked to sit in front of Han Qiao. He took a sip of tea, smashed his mouth, looked at Han Qiao, and said cheerfully: "Boy, I have been running the store for so long, and you are the first one to come to the door.

Eat the Overlord meal."

"My appetite is good, I can eat three bowls of dumplings."

Han Qiao's face turned red, wondering what was going on, Na Na said: "Um... uncle, as the saying goes, it is a blessing to be able to eat."

Han Qiao stood up, bowed deeply to the uncle, and said shamefully: "Uncle, to be honest, I haven't eaten for a day. I came from Chongqing and didn't have a penny on me. If it weren't for these three bowls of dumplings, I would have lost my life tonight."

You have to lie down at the train station."

"Chongqing." The uncle glanced at Han Qiao. He was quite tall, estimated to be 175cm, but he was thin and had a dark face. He looked like he had suffered a lot: "How old are you? If you run outside alone, can your family feel at ease?

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"To tell you the truth, I only turned eighteen a few days ago. I have no one at home and am alone. I can't survive anymore. I want to go out and try my best." Han Qiao has no choice but to lie. It's only three points of falsehood and seven points of falsehood.

It's true, his parents are both dead. Although he has a brother and sister-in-law at home, they don't take him seriously.

"Alas." The uncle put down the teapot. As the saying goes, a kindhearted person should not do business. There are so many people in the world who have suffered hardships. If you see someone, just help someone and don't do business: "You are naked. Come on, let's forget it today."

Come on, go home early, at least there will be food at home."

Han Qiao quickly thanked him. In fact, he had seen this dumpling shop before he came in. Old people are generally kind-hearted and not angry. If you look for a shop opened by young people, given the fierceness of this era,

A beating was inevitable.

Han Qiao glanced at the dumpling shop and found that the dishes in the sink were not washed. He stood up and rolled up his sleeves: "Uncle, thank you for letting me eat three bowls of dumplings today. I have no money and only a handful of strength. In this way,

I'll be here to help you greet the guests in the afternoon. It doesn't cost you anything, just use it as my meal money."

Han Qiao didn't wait for the uncle to refuse, and quickly walked to the sink to pay and wash the dishes neatly.

The uncle took a sip of tea, laughed, and did not refuse. This boy is a thief.

In the afternoon, there were not many customers in the dumpling shop.

Han Qiao finished washing the dishes and then helped his aunt make dumplings. In his previous life, he was wandering alone, washing and cooking was not a problem, and there was no technical content in making dumplings.

My aunt is an old man with white hair, but she likes this handsome young man very much. He is quick with his hands and feet, serious in his work, and has a sweet mouth.

"Xiao Han, do you have any relatives when you come to Jinhua?" The aunt picked up a dumpling made by Han Qiao. It looked decent and had not too much filling, and she couldn't help but nod.

The store is no different than home. If there is too much stuffing, you will lose money. If there is too little stuffing, customers will have opinions. How to make a big stuffing without too much stuffing is a science.

Han Qiao was quick with his hands and feet. He wrapped them one by one and put them on the wooden board. He smiled honestly: "I don't have any relatives. I just want to see if there is a Hengdian here. Come here and see if there is a chance."

"Hengdian." The aunt glanced at Han Qiao and started to talk more: "I know Hengdian, where many movies are shot. The young man is so handsome, he really looks like a movie maker."

"No way, auntie, I'm just a skinny person. I'm no better than auntie. Not only do I have good-looking bones, but my heart is also the heart of a Bodhisattva." Han opened his mouth and came.

I just boasted, since I was still young anyway, and at first glance I looked like a straightforward boy from the mountains who had no scheming in mind.

"Hahaha, I'm so old." The aunt laughed. No woman doesn't like to be praised. Even the aunt.

Han Qiao analyzed the skin appearance and bone appearance of the aunt again, which made her very happy.

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Han Qiao made fifty dumplings, and his aunt took him to sit at the dining table to rest.

Although there are refrigerators in this era, small restaurants will definitely not be equipped with them. If there are too many, they will easily break. They are all ready-to-eat.

Han Qiao took the bowl handed over by his aunt, took a sip of water, and blew the beef for a long time, until his throat was filled with smoke.

At this time, a customer came in outside the door.
To be continued...