Chapter 32 Buying a Bicycle - "Rebirth in 80s, taking my wife and daughter to eat and drink after the separation"
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On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, Guoqiang Snacks officially closed.
It wasn't that business was bad, it was Lin Guoqiang who took the initiative to close the door.
He posted a piece of red paper on the door, which read: "Closed from the 25th of the twelfth lunar month to the sixth day of the first lunar month, and open on the seventh day of the lunar month. I wish all my fellow villagers a happy new year."
Zhao Sumei felt terribly distressed: "I earn dozens of yuan a day. If you take ten days off, how much less will you earn?"
Lin Guoqiang said: “There is endless money to be made.
It’s Chinese New Year and I have to spend time with my family."
"Then there's no need to rest for so long..."
"Su Mei," Lin Guoqiang turned around and looked at her, "In the past during the New Year, our family couldn't even have a decent New Year's Eve dinner.
This year is different. Let’s have a good New Year this year."
Zhao Sumei stopped talking, her eyes were red, and turned to pack things in the store.
Zhao Zhijun was wiping the table nearby. When he heard this, his hand paused for a moment, and then he continued wiping, but the corners of his mouth turned up.
On the first day of business closure, Lin Guoqiang got up early.
He went to the supply and marketing cooperative in the town.
"Comrade, do you have any bicycles?"
The salesman was a man in his forties, wearing reading glasses. He raised his head from behind the counter and looked him up and down: "Yes, it's a permanent brand, one hundred and eighty yuan."
One hundred and eighty dollars.
This amount was a huge amount of money in 1980.
An ordinary worker's four or five months' salary is enough to feed a rural family for more than half a year.
But Lin Guoqiang did not hesitate: "Let me take a look."
The salesperson pushed out a brand new permanent bicycle from behind, with a black frame, silver handlebars, a shiny bell, and the burrs on the tires were still there.
Lin Guoqiang circled around, touched the frame, and pressed the seat. It was solid and stable.
"Can you try it?"
"Try it."
Lin Guoqiang pushed the bicycle out of the supply and marketing cooperative's door, got on it and rode around.
The wind whistled past my ears, and the wheels made a "rustling" sound on the stone road, as light as a swallow.
He remembered that in his previous life, he had never ridden his own bicycle.
I worked so hard to earn so much money, helping this and that, but in the end I was reluctant to even buy a bicycle.
I rely on my two legs to get out of the house, and I look disgraced wherever I go.
"Bought it." He rode his bicycle back to the door of the supply and marketing cooperative, took out a wad of bills from his arms, and counted them one by one.
One hundred and eighty yuan, a thick pile, including ten yuan, five yuan, and two yuan.
The salesperson took the money, counted it twice, issued a ticket, and handed him the car lock, pump, and a spare key.
"Comrade, keep the bike in good condition. People of all ages lose their bikes these days."
"Thank you."
Lin Guoqiang stood at the door of the supply and marketing cooperative pushing a brand-new permanent bicycle.
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