It feels like I can explain things better now. No wonder, in my previous life, it seemed like Uncle Songlin didn't have to work for a long time and still managed to live a good life.
Honestly, Han Songlin didn't expect to have so much money in the 1990s!
Where did all this money come from?
Han Songlin really has no memory of this money in his head.
'The subsidies you received during your years in the army and the one you received when you retired are all here!'
Han Songlin slowly looked at it and saw that the last deposit was relatively large, with more than 8,000 yuan!
Never mind, just forget it!
As long as the money comes from a legitimate source, that's fine.
'With this money as capital, I have more confidence in starting a braised pork shop business!'
Before, he was going to open a braised pork stall, but now Han Songlin has directly upgraded to opening a braised pork restaurant.
Let's see if he can buy a storefront directly.
If that doesn't work, renting one will do.
Han Songlin really doesn't know how profitable a braised pork restaurant is, but it should be quite profitable.
After all, Han Songlin knows that in less than two years, other people have bought houses and cars. And that was still in the face of extremely fierce competition, so what about now?
This era can be called a miraculous era in business history. Anyone who dares to go into business can make money.
Many heroes have made a fortune in this era.
Liu Yuyan smiled and didn't say anything, but she was thinking, if she really lost all her money, how would she live in the future!
Curious, she poked around in the box again and found two medals.
Unwittingly, she picked them up.
The origin of the medals also came to mind: they were battle medals awarded for heroic combat.
He let out a soft breath. He had never thought that Uncle Songlin had such a past.
Liu Yuyan saw that Han Songlin was lost in thought with the medals in his hands, so she quickly took them from him and put them away.
Although she didn't know anything about post-war syndrome or anything like that, she could also feel that Han Songlin's previous craziness had a lot to do with his retirement.
Han Songlin froze for a moment, then smiled and said, 'I'm fine. The past is in the past; people can't live in the past, they have to look forward. The most important thing for me now is to let you and the child live a good life!'
He silently added in his heart that he also wanted to give Han Ze a bright future.
'Let's work hard together!'
Early the next morning, the family of three went to the side of the road early to wait for the bus.
From time to time, people walked past.
Han Songlin's side was not far from the county seat, just a six-kilometre journey.
Was it far?
It would take about two hours to walk, 15,000 steps? Or 20,000 steps?
Han Songlin's gaze frequently fell on Liu Yuyan. This morning, Liu Yuyan had prepared to wear long trousers and a long-sleeved shirt.
But Han Songlin felt that it was a bit rustic and did not match Liu Yuyan's temperament, so he forced Liu Yuyan to wear the clothes he had matched for her.
A long, patterned skirt with a waistband, high heels, and slightly exposed pale, round thighs; her hair was casually scattered, and she was wearing a necklace around her neck.
No matter how you looked at it, she didn't look like she was from the countryside.
On the contrary, Han Songlin was dressed rather casually, with an overall sporty style. You could say that he had a good foundation, because even in rags, he could still look fashionable.
The car arrived quickly, and Han Songlin first put Han Ting in the car, then carried Liu Yuyan up.
Then he climbed into the car himself.
There were already quite a few people in the car.
When they saw Liu Yuyan get in, they subconsciously gave up their seats. The group, which had been chatting and laughing, stopped talking.
Their gazes also frequently fell on Liu Yuyan.
Han Songlin noticed this, but didn't care; they would all do this when they saw a beautiful woman.
He protected Liu Yuyan. To be honest, the bad road was not a pleasant experience.
On the road, people kept getting on, along with chickens, ducks, geese, and even all kinds of vegetables.
Han Songlin watched the scenes in front of him with interest. Truly, it felt like he was witnessing history.
Thirty years is one-third of a person's life.
For an era, it is also a change.
And for history, it is just a few simple lines written by the historian.
Liu Yuyan leaned against Han Songlin, feeling a little uncomfortable!
Motion sickness?
Han Songlin really couldn't do anything about it. To be honest, he was also a little uncomfortable from the shaking of the car.
He hadn't experienced this for many years.
Finally, they arrived at the county seat, and everyone got off the bus.
Han Songlin was below, catching up with Liu Yuyan and Han Ting, and surveying the county seat with his eyes.
An ordinary small county in the western part of Huaguo.
Today is the market day, and people from all over the towns and villages have come.
The streets of the county seat are full of people.
Inside the county town, many of the buildings from his memories had already been built.
Han Songlin was in no hurry to go shopping, but wanted to explore the county town first.
At that time, the old county town was almost complete.
The entire county town had a population of about 40,000 to 50,000 people, and it was not yet the 100,000-strong population it would become 20 years later.
'Have you noticed that there aren't many shops selling braised pork in the county town?' Han Songlin's gaze fell on a noodle restaurant.
This noodle restaurant also sold buns and steamed buns.
Why did he notice this noodle shop? Because Han Songlin suddenly remembered the taste of this noodle shop.
A taste from his childhood memories.
It was delicious!
Liu Yuyan really hadn't noticed this. Earlier, she had been paying attention to the shops on the street, wondering if there was anything she wanted to buy.
'Ah!'
Han Songlin shook his head helplessly. Forget it, I'll just make the decision myself!
'Ting'er, are you hungry?' Han Songlin noticed that Han Ting's gaze was also fixed on the noodle shop.
It should be said that it was the steamer baskets outside the noodle shop that were steaming.
The two-metre-high steamer baskets were stacked high, which was rarely seen in the future. Perhaps, for Han Songlin, it was rarely seen.
Because he rarely ate breakfast, and the places he usually stayed in were also rarely in the city.
What was steaming inside were bowl-sized buns and mantou.
One bun was enough to fill a person up.
Well, nowadays construction workers would have to eat two to get by.
Han Ting nodded quickly, her mouth watering!
Liu Yuyan looked at the father and daughter with a smile, and she was also mentally prepared. They would definitely eat in the city at lunchtime.
'Okay, let's eat something and go shopping!'
Liu Yuyan: 'What time is it, and you want to eat already?'
Han Songlin looked at his watch: 'It's almost eleven o'clock!'
It's eleven o'clock already? So soon?
After sitting down, Liu Yuyan glanced at Han Songlin's watch, her eyes widening slightly, looking extremely cute: 'It's ten past ten, you said it was almost eleven!'
Han Songlin: 'The time doesn't matter, what matters is that Ting'er is hungry!'
Liu Yuyan gave Han Songlin a white look.
Han Songlin ordered two bowls of noodles, then a basket of xiaolongbao and a small bowl.
The small bowl was for Han Ting, the little one couldn't eat much.
The taste of the noodles was indeed the same as he remembered; for a moment, Han Songlin felt like crying.
Many times, he had tried to find it, but had never found it. Now, he had eaten it.
Saozi noodles!
It really was delicious!
The xiaolongbao also tasted very good, with plenty of meat in the filling.
It was unlike in the future, when the buns became smaller and smaller, and the filling inside had no flavour.
People nowadays are quite honest in business.
When did people learn to be sneaky?
Because one restaurant made more money from it, the others followed suit.
One bad apple spoils the barrel!
This is the so-called butterfly effect.
Han Songlin thought a lot while eating the noodles. What is the greatest joy of rebirth?
Perhaps, finding the taste of memories can be considered the same.