After leaving the Political Research Office compound, Zhang Yan felt a little disappointed and rode a 28-car to the door. Through the crack of the door, he could see the lights inside the house. It seemed that he was still late to come back. Zhang Yan gently pushed open the door and wanted to sneak into the house. However, the door latch did not give him face, and the sound made immediately alarmed the people inside the house.

"You little brat, you dare to come back!" A female general walked out of the house, holding a large rolling pin in his hand, his eyes widened. He stood in front of Zhang Yan. He was so powerful that he could be with a thousand steps of murderous aura that was waiting for Zhang Yan to reply. This female general was the actual person in charge of the Zhang family, and Zhang Yan's mother, Zhou Yulan.

"Mom, be careful of the quail!" Seeing that a violent beating was inevitable, Zhang Yan shouted in a hurry. Zhou Yulan looked down and saw that her feet were clean and had nothing, so she realized that she was fooled by her son. The delay was a lot lowered. Zhang Yan took the opportunity to stop the car and rushed into the house. Didn't it mean that she was afraid of being attacked? It would be basically safe when she entered the house.

"This little brat..." Zhou Yulan shook her head and walked in with a rolling pin.

Dinner was very simple, both mother and mother had something to worry about, and they ate very slowly. Finally, Zhang Yan said first: "Mom, how many quails are left in our house?"

"Five hundred and two, what's wrong?" Zhou Yulan's eyes stood up and warned her son: "Don't make quails. Now one is ten yuan. I think it will be sold for twenty. You have to eat more meals and eat a bowl of them at a time, which will be made into pork ribs."

"I'll do it myself." Zhang Yan avoided his mother's hand snatching the bowl. It was a joke. If he asked his mother to serve the rice, it would definitely be a bowl of rice full of sharp rice, and he wouldn't have to endure it. After serving half a bowl of rice in shallowness, Zhang Yan glanced at his mother: "Mom, how much does a chicken cost?"

"That depends on what chicken..."

"Mom, I don't mean that. I mean that a chicken is not worth 20 yuan. Can a big quail worth so much money? Nowadays, quails are so expensive, they will definitely not last long. It's better to sell them now and make money first." Zhang Yan clearly remembered that quails come and go faster. It's only a dollar for the last three quails. They also have to strip naked and remove their internal organs before someone can collect them. It's not as good as the price of sparrows. In fact, it's true. Quails can't fly...

"That's not our business. Old Li next door costs 9 yuan per piece, but I didn't agree. I thought I would sell 100 pieces when it reaches 15 yuan..."

Seeing his mother's happy appearance, Zhang Yan was also depressed. In my memory, the quail tropical brings him not only the soap bubbles that make money, but more of the pain caused by the soap bubbles that burst. Around 1990, most Chinese people's thinking remained under the constraints of the dual-track system. Most people want to get rich, but they don't know how to get rich. At this critical moment, the quail accidentally pushed to the forefront.

Due to public propaganda and the rapid breeding of quails, a craze for raising quails emerged across the country. People took out their savings to buy quails. The price of quails became higher and higher while the drums and flowers were being beaten. People were excited to buy quails, but they did not carefully calculate that the feed price of quails was already higher than the price of quail eggs. So from mid-July to late August 1990, the price of quails plunged straight. Those Chinese people who wanted to make a fortune experienced the cruelty of the market economy for the first time.

Mom is a little bit a bit of a money-loving person!

Perhaps feeling Zhang Yan’s thoughts, Zhou Yulan stared at her eyes and waved her hand to teach her a lesson: "I will take the high school entrance exam in a few days. Why don’t you go to read a book quickly? If you can’t get to the first high school entrance exam, you will be skinned carefully."

Seeing that he couldn't convince his mother, he carefully calculated the force value. Zhang Yan could only accept the reality temporarily, return to his room obediently, and start to review his homework. The first day after his rebirth was spent in Zhihuzhe and ABCD, and the tangent was in the tangent.

After dinner in the morning, Zhang Yan went to school, but the classroom was empty and desolate, as if it was Red Star Steel Factory. There were a few big words on the corner of the blackboard, "There are 8 days left before the high school entrance examination!" It looked like it was passing the gates of hell. Zhang Yan also felt bored and went home with his schoolbag.

Although he didn't see any classmates, Zhang Yan still felt the serious atmosphere of the high school entrance examination and became serious. His weakness was Chinese, his strength was mathematics, and geometrical algebra was the top scores. In my memory, his high school entrance examination score was 28 points worse, and in the end he spent 3,000 yuan to get a commission to get to the first high school. The 3,000 yuan in 1990 was not a small number. This time, he had to get into the exam with his own efforts and leave the three thousand yuan.

In that exam, my Chinese score was 35 points lower than the average score. It seemed that I still had to do a good job of tutoring Chinese. Thinking of this, Zhang Yan took out the textbook and started to review. Perhaps because of more than ten years of accumulation, Zhang Yan felt that the knowledge in the textbook was much simpler. According to Teacher Yang, this is because the book is too thin and the reading is at the very bottom. Zhang Yan was also very happy, and for a moment he was immersed in the book, not even paying attention to time.

"Dangdang!" A knock on the door interrupted Zhang Yan's thoughts. Zhang Yan closed the textbook unhappily and shouted "Who is it!"

"I, Uncle Li, are your parents at home?" The voice outside the door was quite familiar. Zhang Yan came out of the room and looked through the crack in the door and met! His mind was very bright. It was Li Zhiping next door who came from Shanxi. He usually liked to do small business and was very smart, but it also made everyone mutter secretly, saying that he was bald because he thought too much all day long, so he was "extremely smart".

"Uncle Li, my parents are not here, are you doing anything?" Zhang Yan didn't open the door and said to Li Zhiping through the crack.

"Aren't you at home?" Li Zhiping's eyes smiled into a crack. He knocked on the door just because he saw that no adults were at home. He thought that Zhang Yan was an honest child and could fool him in a few words, and sold all the quails to himself. Thinking of this, Li Zhiping patted the door again and said loudly: "Open the door and let your Uncle Li come in."

The door frame swayed for a while, Zhang Yan hurriedly opened the door and asked with a smile: "Uncle Li, what's wrong with you!"

"It's nothing. Yesterday your mother said that all the quails were sold to me, and each one costs six yuan. I'm here to get the quails today." Li Zhiping didn't even make a draft. He felt that he would be fine if he fooled a nerd. But he didn't expect that Zhang Yan was a frying fry who had been in the business world for more than ten years. Li Zhiping's little wrist could not escape his eyes.

"But Uncle Li, my mother said that quails cost ten yuan each to sell them, and they were not sold to you, but to others!"

"Impossible, I've agreed to me!" Li Zhiping's eyes opened and his voice was octave. He wanted to scare Zhang Yan, but his image was a bit bad. He acted like a big fat pig, fat but not strong, but instead looked vulgar. Zhang Yan almost laughed out loud and said hurriedly: "If you agree, where is your money? I don't care whoever comes, I just need to get the money!"

When Li Zhiping heard that there was a door, he patted his forehead, which was afraid of being naked, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I'll go and withdraw money now, don't sell it to others!" After saying that, he ran to his doorstep.

"Uncle Li, I don't care. Whoever takes the money first will be the one who will take it first. Uncle Li, don't run away, why are you in a hurry?" Zhang Yan smiled slightly, and watched Li Zhiping kick his passbook and run outside to withdraw money. He was very happy. To be honest, the money he earned was more than one million. Five thousand yuan was not taken seriously, but now, the five thousand yuan is much more important than those millions.

After a while, Li Zhiping ran back with sweat on his head, and then gave Zhang Yan a lot of money. His hands were shaking, and Zhang Yan started to see it and found it funny, but later he felt something was wrong and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Li, your hand..."

"Nine hundred and fifteen, I was frozen when I went to Hailar to sell down jackets last year. Nine hundred and nine hundred and seven. The old bump was cold. Ninety, nine hundred and nine hundred and nine hundred and almost freeze my hands, one thousand yuan, but it also makes money. The Russians have nothing, and the poor are all left with money. Big nephew, please just dig it!" Li Zhiping paused the money, handed it to Zhang Yan, and started to count the second one thousand.

After taking the money that was a little sweaty, Zhang Yan felt a little uncomfortable. He sold his own quails, but in the future, the price of quails was lost. Isn’t it the one who was unlucky? Looking at Li Zhiping’s trembling hands, Zhang Yan suddenly pushed the money back: “Uncle Li, I won’t sell these quails anymore!”

"What are you doing to fool you Uncle Li?"

"Uncle Li, the price of this quail will drop."

"Don't tell me this. If it falls, Uncle Li's life will be bad. It has nothing to do with you. You can take the money quickly. You think I don't know. You want to sell it for a high price. Uncle Li travels around the world and sees a lot of worlds. Playing with me will make you a little more tender!"

"Uncle Li, I know I'm wrong. Let's... let's continue to pay." Since Zhang Yan said this, he was a little embarrassed. If he put a mirror on him, he would definitely have a pig-headed image. In a short while, Zhang Yan helped Li Zhiping carry the quail cage outside the door. Although the quail was not big, the cage was made of iron wire, and the weight was really not light, and Zhang Yan was sweating profusely.

When Li Zhiping saw this, he took out two five-yuan pieces from his pocket: "My eldest nephew is a little weak, this is ten... 5 yuan, take it to eat something delicious, the body is the capital of revolution..." When he handed it over, his hand shrank, and only one five yuan was left. Zhang Yan smiled bitterly and took it, which was a lot of five yuan.

The money was collected and neatly tied into five piles, which looked a little majestic. Zhang Yan was intoxicated for a while before he could get all the money into the drawer of the desk. Then Zhang Yan began to review his homework again, and soon fell into that strange state again. It was not until a loud bang that woke him up.

"Mom, which one did you play?" Zhang Yan trembled and tried his best to cheer himself up. After all, he was a person in his thirties. His real age was not much younger than his mother, so what was he afraid of! But no matter how much he cheered up, Zhang Yan still found sadly that he was not confident enough, at least he did not have the confidence of his mother holding a rolling pin.

"Little bastard, have you sold the quail?"

"Sold it, mom, this is money!" Zhang Yan hurriedly took the money out of the drawer and put it in his mother's hand. This has an advantage. Once the mother wants to beat him, she must put the money first, which can give Zhang Yan a chance to escape. If it really doesn't work, she can take advantage of the time when her mother ordered money and she can also see that the terrain was not.

"How much did it cost?" Zhou Yulan was still angry and was ready to hit the rolling pin at any time.

"Five thousand pieces..." Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Yan began to look around and find a breakthrough.

"You prodigal son, you know how much you have lost. If you sell it for fifteen yuan, you will lose 2,500 yuan. I will break your leg, little bastard!" Zhou Yulan's eyes turned red after saying that, and she swung the rolling pin and wanted to hit it, but she couldn't find a place to put the money. When she put the money in place, Zhang Yan had already thought of a solution. Thirty-six strategies were the best, so let's go.

"I still want to run!" Zhou Yulan beat her with a rolling pin. Zhang Yan failed to escape and jumped hard to avoid it. It was not that he was agile, but that Zhou Yulan's rolling pin suddenly slowed down (there was less flesh on her legs, if it was really interrupted, it would be bad).

Before he could be glad that he had escaped, Zhang Yan ran away, and it was broken. There was a lot of flesh on his butt, so Zhang's mother no longer had any worries. The rolling pin suddenly got up and hit Zhang Yan's butt hard. "Ouch" Zhang Yan screamed, covering his butt with one hand and snatching the door and fleeing. A cry came from behind: "How can I get through this? This is a loser."
Chapter completed!