It is now 1977. In 1978, that great man will bring up the issue of reform and opening up.
At that time, individual economies across the country will also spring up like mushrooms after a rain.
However, it is not always smooth sailing as soon as the reforms begin. There are also people who make fortunes but then fall down again.
At least she always remembered the red line, no more than eight people should be hired.
This line was only slowly opened later with the rapid economic development in various places.
She only knows some general trends, but she doesn't have any invincible strategies, and she's not so determined to test the dangers.
She just wants her family to live in peace and make some money to improve her life.
The eldest child saw that his father kept stealing glances at his mother, and he felt that he, his younger siblings and even his grandmother were a little redundant.
In the car, Li Huai naturally didn't ask anything.
But when he got home and put down the sleeping Sanba, he couldn't help but ask.
"Qinglan, what are you worried about?"
"Ah, I, no." She immediately rejected it.
"But I think you seem to have something on your mind."
Seeing her husband's worried look, Zhao Qinglan felt embarrassed.
She was so absorbed in thinking about things that she seemed to have forgotten to restrain herself.
"It's nothing. Qingzhu said he wanted to expand the size of the store. I was thinking about that."
"You can tell me if there's anything you don't understand."
"It's okay, I figured it out. I just think it's good as it is now. Don't blindly expand it yet."
"Then what do your sisters think?"
"Qingzhu and Qingju, don't worry about them. I said it's not appropriate now, and they listened." Although I don't know how long they can persist in listening.
But when the time comes and there are any changes, she will just have to deal with them.
"Qinglan, our family has enough money, so you don't have to work so hard." Speaking of which, he had wronged his wife and children. Or should he ask more about the things Zhang Yu mentioned on the phone next time?
"What's the hard work on my part? I'm basically a hands-off shopkeeper in the store."
Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Huai finished speaking, her mother pulled her aside again when she left the room.
"Qinglan, your sisters don't understand. Don't worry, mom will listen to you in everything." She was afraid that the three girls would have disagreements over matters in the store.
Zhao Qinglan was quite touched by her mother's unconditional trust.
"Mom, it's okay. I've made it clear to Qingzhu and the others."
"That's fine, that's fine. You can't hide anything from Mom."
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Perhaps because she was afraid that her thoughts would cause her family to worry if she was distracted, Zhao Qinglan said she was preparing lesson plans to be used in class, but she subconsciously started writing them in a notebook.
For example, key nodes such as the reform and opening up in 1978.
After sorting it out for a while, she felt that her memory was much clearer. She tore off the paper, balled it up and threw it into the trash can.
It was said to be a trash can, but it was really just an old bucket that was placed in their house to serve as a trash can.
After sorting out her memory, she began to prepare the lesson plan for class.
The next day, Zhao Qinglan and Da Wa left, leaving only Sun and her second and third children at home.
When the second child went into the house to get something, he accidentally swept a ball of paper in the trash can and thought of the paper airplane that his brother had just taught him.
He picked the paper ball out of the trash can, unfolded it and started folding the airplane.
The class finally started, and it would be a lie to say that Zhao Qinglan was not nervous at all.
Since she had no teaching experience before, she taught first grade students.
Coincidentally, Xiaoduo is a first-grade student. Seeing her mother standing on the podium, Xiaoduo whispered to her deskmate, "That's my mother."
After briefly introducing himself, Zhao Qinglan asked the children to open their textbooks and start class.
She was a little nervous when she spoke at first, but as she spoke, she regained the feeling she had when teaching the older children and the others, and she became more fluent and calm as she spoke.
Knowing that it was her first official day of class, Principal Wei came over and walked around, listened at the door for a while, and found that Zhao Qinglan spoke very well, so he left with peace of mind.
Everything is difficult at the beginning. After this first class is successfully completed, subsequent classes will become easier.
The teacher who originally wanted to see Zhao Qinglan's joke had no choice but to take back his inhumane thoughts after discovering that he did everything well.
When Zhao Qinglan returned home from class and saw that the trash can was empty, she thought her mother had taken out the trash. She never expected that the paper she used to sort out her memories had turned into a paper airplane and was now placed on the table in Erwa's room.
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The eldest child returned to the room after dinner and saw the airplane on the table. He picked it up and started throwing it away.
After the paper airplane glided and fell, he picked it up and flew it again.
Li Huai was afraid that his wife would always report good things but not bad things at school. After thinking about it, he came over to find out more about the situation while his wife was washing up in the bathroom.
As soon as he came in, the paper airplane hit his face, and he raised his hand to catch it.
I was about to return the paper airplane to my son when I subconsciously glanced at it and saw what words were on the paper airplane. I then brought the paper airplane to my face and looked at it carefully.
After vaguely seeing a few words, his expression changed.
"Dad, please return the plane to me." The eldest child wanted to get up.
"I took this plane away, and I'll make a new one for you."
Although she didn't know why her father acted like this, the eldest child still nodded.
At this time, Li Huai no longer even thought about asking his son, and immediately returned to the room.
Sitting at the table, he slowly unfolded the paper airplane. After it was flattened, he carefully read the words written on it.
The more he looked, the more solemn his expression became.
He naturally recognized whose handwriting it belonged to, and it was precisely because he recognized it that it stirred up waves in his heart.
Because of this piece of paper, he remembered his wife's previous abnormalities.
After sitting quietly for a while, he suddenly took out a match, lit the piece of paper, and threw it into the trash can. When he saw that the paper was completely reduced to ashes, he took a breath.
As soon as Zhao Qinglan entered the room, she smelled something burning and suddenly became strange.
"What's burning?"
"Oh, it's nothing. I caught a bug, wrapped it in paper and burned it."
Although he felt a little strange, Zhao Qinglan didn't ask any questions, walked to the bed and started to spread the quilt.
She didn't realize that the way her husband looked at her from behind was indescribably strange.
When Zhao Qinglan fell asleep, Li Huai opened his eyes again and looked at her.
Who is his wife? What secrets does she hide?
Why did she write about what will happen in the next few years? Is it a prediction or something?
It seems that my wife has always had a very keen observation on national affairs.
Should he find a chance to ask her?
This tangled and complicated mood troubled him most of the night.
However, when it got up in the morning, he didn't make up his mind because he was afraid that the answer he heard was not what he wanted.
When Zhao Qinglan woke up, she found that her side was empty. When she went out, she found that her husband was not there either.
Seeing that she was looking for someone, Mrs. Sun started to answer.
"My son-in-law said there was something going on in the military camp and he has left."
Li Huai, who left home early on the pretext of having something to do, was currently sitting in his office in a daze.