60s: I have a store

Chapter 634 A small revenge

When the old man and Zhou Yimin's grandmother heard the noise, they immediately came out and saw Zhou Yimin walking unsteadily.

He rushed forward, thinking that Zhou Yimin was not feeling well, which was why he was acting this way.

Unexpectedly, upon closer inspection, a strong smell of alcohol was detected by the two of them.

Grandma Zhou Yimin then asked, "Yimin, why are you drinking so much?"

As they spoke, the two of them, together with the old man, helped Zhou Yimin into the room.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Zhou Yimin, lying on the bed, groggily opened his eyes. Seeing the familiar surroundings, he breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his grandparents had helped him in.

I touched my head, which was throbbing slightly, and looked at my watch. I was surprised to find that it was already past five in the afternoon.

He then touched his head, got up and walked out of the living room, where he saw his grandparents sitting in front of the TV, watching the meager number of programs available.

The old man heard Zhou Yimin open the door, turned around and saw Zhou Yimin come out.

"Yimin, you're awake."

Zhou Yimin replied in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yes! Did you help me into the room, Grandpa and Grandma?"

In the fragments of his memory, he had no recollection of anything after getting off the motorcycle, having just returned home.

Zhou Yimin hadn't expected that the wine brewed by Village Chief Wang would have such a strong aftereffect, and he hadn't drunk much of it, otherwise he probably would have passed out on the way home.

You have to understand that the weather is still very cold. If someone faints on the way and no one finds them, they probably will never wake up again.

Grandma Zhou Yimin came over at this moment, and said in a reproachful tone, "Yimin, you are not allowed to drink so much next time!"

Zhou Yimin nodded: "Okay, okay, there won't be a next time!"

Grandma Zhou Yimin nodded in satisfaction.

"Yimin, what would you like for dinner?"

Zhou Yimin said, "Grandma, I'd like to eat something light."

Grandma Zhou Yimin turned and went into the kitchen. Zhou Yimin wanted to go in and help, but he was pushed out.

Zhou Yimin had no choice but to sit in the living room and watch TV with the old man.

Grandma Zhou Yimin first cooked a pot of millet porridge, and also stir-fried two green vegetables and an egg.

The meal was ready in less than half an hour.

"Let's eat!"

Zhou Yimin and the old man had been feeling hungry for a while, so when they heard that it was time to eat, they went in very eagerly to get their food.

Soon the grandfather, grandfather, and grandson sat at the dining table. Although there were only two green vegetables and scrambled eggs, most families wouldn't dare to eat like that.

Zhou Yimin didn't have a good appetite and didn't eat much.

First, I picked up a bite of stir-fried cabbage. The crisp and tender cabbage leaves had a light oily aroma, which perfectly quenched my thirst.

Zhou Yimin took another sip of millet porridge. The warm porridge slid into his stomach, making him feel so comfortable that he closed his eyes.

Then he said, "Grandpa and Grandma, my head still hurts a little. I'll go back to my room and lie down for a bit."

The old man and Zhou Yimin's grandmother, seeing that Zhou Yimin was not feeling well, did not say much, but simply nodded.

Zhou Yimin quickly returned to his room, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep without realizing it.

Upon seeing this, the old man said, "Old woman, make some hangover tea for Yimin later, otherwise his head will hurt even more when he wakes up tomorrow."

Grandma Zhou Yimin nodded, and after she finished eating, Grandpa Zhou helped tidy up.

Grandma Zhou Yimin went into the kitchen and started making hangover tea for him.

After cooking, I took it to Zhou Yimin's room and saw him fast asleep. I patted him and said, "Yimin!"

Zhou Yimin opened his eyes and saw that it was his grandmother: "Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Drink the hangover tea. It will make you feel better," Grandma Zhou Yimin said.

Zhou Yimin did not refuse. He picked up the bowl and was about to gulp it down when the scalding hot hangover tea burned his mouth as soon as it entered his mouth.

But I didn't dare to spit it out, so I had no choice but to force myself to swallow it.

Grandma Zhou Yimin said, "Yimin, it's so hot, don't rush, drink it slowly!"

Having learned his lesson, Zhou Yimin knew, needless to say, that rushing wouldn't help; he could only blow on the hangover tea to cool it down faster.

It took Zhou Yimin nearly five minutes to finally finish the hangover tea.

Then Zhou Yimin's grandmother left with the empty bowl.

Zhou Yimin lay on the bed and fell asleep soon after.

The next morning, Zhou Yimin got up early, whether it was due to the hangover tea or some other reason, no one knew.

I didn't feel a headache when I woke up today.

He then opened the store and bought today's flash sale item.

There are 100 bolts of cloth, 100 jin of Wuchang rice, 100 jin of apples, and 100 jin of yellow peaches.

Looks like I'm in luck today; the flash sale items are all pretty good, and I can basically use them all.

Seeing that his grandparents had not yet gotten up, Zhou Yimin went into the kitchen alone and quickly prepared a hearty breakfast.

At this moment, the old man and Zhou Yimin's grandmother got up and saw a sumptuous meal on the table, as well as fruit placed on the table.

Although Zhou Yimin's head didn't hurt, he didn't have much of an appetite. He just wanted to drink some porridge and eat some fruit, so he took out some fruit from the store space.

The old man couldn't help but ask, "Yimin, where did these fruits come from?"

I didn't find it at home yesterday. Either Zhou Yimin kept it in his room, or he went to pick it up early this morning.

Zhou Yimin replied, "It was already in the room. I just took it out to eat when I suddenly saw it, otherwise it would be a waste."

Upon hearing about the waste, the old man and Zhou Yimin's grandmother stopped asking questions.

After washing up, the two sat down to eat.

After finishing his meal, Zhou Yimin said, "Grandpa and Grandma, I have something to discuss with the old Party Secretary."

The old man didn't ask any questions: "Go early and come back early."

At this point, Zhou Yimin's grandmother added, "You're not allowed to drink alcohol."

Zhou Yimin nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he left directly. Since the old Party Secretary was definitely in the village, he didn't drive his motorcycle but walked there.

Zhou Yimin arrived first at the old Party Secretary's house. It seems he was indeed lucky today, finding the person on his first stop.

When the old Party Secretary saw Zhou Yimin looking for him, he was quite surprised: "Yimin, what brings you here?"

He knew Zhou Yimin fairly well; Zhou Yimin would never come looking for him unless there was a specific reason.

Zhou Yimin smiled awkwardly: "Old Party Secretary, I have an idea, but I don't know if it can be implemented. I just wanted to ask for your opinion!"

The old Party Secretary immediately became interested: "Yimin, tell me!" He really wanted to hear what ideas Zhou Yimin had that even he couldn't realize.

Zhou Yimin shared his idea: "Old Party Secretary, I want to make a set of clothes for the villagers who are over sixty years old for free."

Upon hearing this, the old Party Secretary was immediately shocked. He hadn't expected Zhou Yimin to be so generous, considering how precious cloth was these days.

Moreover, although there aren't many elderly people over sixty years old in Zhoujiazhuang, there are still quite a few, at least twenty or thirty.

If each person makes a set of clothes, how much fabric would be needed?

After the initial shock, the old Party Secretary began to ponder whether this method was feasible.

"Yimin, if we do it this way, we'll need a lot of cloth. Can you produce that much cloth all at once?"

If there isn't enough fabric, and not everyone can have a set, it will definitely cause unnecessary trouble.

Zhou Yimin said, "Old Party Secretary, I've done a rough calculation. An adult's set of clothes requires about 3 meters of cloth, and a bolt of cloth is about 33 meters."

“I estimate that there are forty elderly people over sixty years old in Zhoujiazhuang. One bolt of cloth can make eleven sets, so it would take about four bolts of cloth.”

The old Party Secretary listened to Zhou Yimin's calculations and nodded in agreement.

"Yimin, your calculations are correct."

He continued, "Yimin, can you produce four bolts of cloth?"

You should know that nowadays, cloth is bought by the foot, and I've never heard of buying it by the bolt, let alone four bolts.

Zhou Yimin knew that he wouldn't be able to persuade the old Party Secretary without offering something in return: "Old Party Secretary, wait a moment?"

After saying that, he left. The old Party Secretary saw this and did not stop him. He also wanted to know whether Zhou Yimin could actually get so much cloth.

Soon Zhou Yimin left the old Party Secretary's house and headed to a remote part of the village.

After carefully observing and finding that no one was coming, he took out four bolts of cloth from the hundred bolts he had bought in a flash sale that day, and covered them with coarse linen.

Zhou Yimin looked at the four bolts of cloth and, finding no flaws in their appearance, took them and returned to the old Party Secretary's house.

Although the old Party Secretary didn't quite believe it verbally, his actions betrayed him, his eyes constantly gazing outside.

I wanted to see if Zhou Yimin could really produce four bolts of cloth.

Less than ten minutes later, Zhou Yimin returned with four bolts of cloth.

The old Party Secretary saw Zhou Yimin coming from afar, carrying something in his hand.

He quickly stepped forward and said, "Yimin, let me help you!"

Zhou Yimin did not refuse and handed over two of the horses.

The old Party Secretary took it and gently stroked it with his hand, as if it were some rare treasure.

Upon entering the house, the old Party Secretary couldn't wait to tear open the coarse linen cloth, revealing the fabric underneath.

The old Party Secretary's eyes widened instantly. He reached out and gently stroked the fabric, his fingertips tracing the texture of the fabric. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He originally thought that Zhou Yimin could only get four bolts of ordinary coarse cloth at most, but he never expected that he would bring four bolts of such good material.

It seems the old Party Secretary underestimated Zhou Yimin's abilities; he was able to produce such fine fabric so easily.

You should know that even fabric shops in Beijing often run out of stock, and you might not be able to buy such a complete selection of fabrics even if you have the money.

The old Party Secretary's hands trembled slightly, his eyes were filled with shock, and his lips moved several times before he could barely utter a sound, but he still couldn't finish a sentence.

Looking at him like this, Zhou Yimin couldn't help but smile and asked softly, "Old Party Secretary, do you think this cloth is enough? If not, I'll think of something else."

This can be considered revenge for the old Party Secretary's slight "disdain".

If the old Party Secretary knew, he would cry out that he was "wronged," and he would never dare to look down on Zhou Yimin.

The old Party Secretary then came to his senses and said, "That's enough, that's enough!"

"Yimin, but it can't be free, otherwise things will be difficult to resolve?"

There will always be some families without elderly members over sixty years old, and they will definitely come over and make a fuss, saying that they are being treated differently.

The unity within the village is still not very good.

Zhou Yimin understood: "Old Party Secretary, how much do you think is appropriate to charge?"

He didn't know much about this, so he could only ask the old Party Secretary for help.

The old Party Secretary thought for a moment and realized that even a set of clothes made of ordinary fabric would cost more than ten yuan, so the price of fabric of this quality would definitely be even higher.

However, if the price is too high, not many people will be able to afford it, which would defeat the purpose.

After much deliberation, the old Party Secretary finally offered a price: "Fifteen yuan a set, Yimin, what do you think?"

Zhou Yimin spoke up: "Old Party Secretary, isn't this price a bit high?"

The old Party Secretary replied, "Yimin, this price isn't high. Even with cloth coupons, the price would be this high. Now, cloth without coupons costs at least twice as much."

"If the price is set too low, everyone will want to snag a bargain, and then we won't have enough fabric to go around, which will be a problem."

Zhou Yimin understood the saying "a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment," and finally agreed: "Okay, we'll go with the price you set, old Party Secretary."

He didn't want to have any unpleasantness with the villagers because of this.

The old Party Secretary was relieved to see that Zhou Yimin had accepted the offer.

He turned and walked out of the courtyard, shouting as he went, "Guilan! Xiulian! And Chuntao! Come to my house quickly! I need your help urgently!"

Before long, the three women who were best at needlework in the village rushed over.

Guilan was still holding an unfinished shoe sole in her hand, Xiulian's apron was covered in flour, and Chuntao had just come back from the field, her trouser legs still covered in mud.

"Old Party Secretary, what's the rush? I haven't finished kneading this dough yet," Xiulian asked with a smile.

If the old Party Secretary hadn't called them so urgently, they wouldn't have rushed to get started.

The old Party Secretary pointed to the four bolts of cloth on the stone table, his face beaming with smiles: "Look! Yimin brought these cloths to our village! They're all thick, durable, and high-quality materials!"

"I called you here because I wanted you to do this work. Use this cloth to make new clothes for the villagers who are over sixty years old. Make the collar and cuffs loose so that the elderly can wear them comfortably. What do you think?"

The three women's eyes lit up instantly when they saw the cloth, and they all crowded around to touch it: "Such good cloth! It feels so solid to the touch, the elderly can wear it for many years!"

"Navy blue and dark blue are dirt-resistant, so the elderly won't have to worry about getting dust on their clothes while doing chores!"

"Don't worry, old Party Secretary, we'll make sure the measurements are accurate and the stitches are tight, so it's warm and comfortable!" Guilan replied earnestly.

The three women looked at Zhou Yimin and gave him a thumbs up. They hadn't expected Zhou Yimin to be so kind-hearted and willing to give away such good fabric.

The old Party Secretary smiled and nodded, then looked at Zhou Yimin: "Yimin, thank you so much! With this cloth, the elderly in our village can also wear new clothes before the end of this winter."

Zhou Yimin waved his hand: "Old Party Secretary, it's only right. The elderly in the village have it tough."

"Since I have the ability, I will definitely think of our village."

Zhou Yimin glanced at the time and said, "Old Party Secretary, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

The old Party Secretary assured him, "Yimin, leave the rest to me!"

(End of this chapter)