Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister

  Chapter 162 Teaching a man to fish is worse than giving him a fish

  After Yu Xiaolian delivered the stewed meat to Zhang Zhihe, she asked him about the progress of the bottles and jars she customized.

  Zhang Zhihe knew that she was anxiously waiting to use it, so he has been rushing to work these days, but tinware is a delicate work, unlike ceramics, which can produce many pieces in one kiln.

  He has to do it one by one, and then polish it one by one. Yu Xiaolian has customized too many styles, and the styles have never been done before.

  His shop is small, and there are no tinware masters hired. All these years, he and his father have been doing it. The whole family has lived on this tinware shop for decades.

In recent years, his family's business has become more and more sluggish, and sometimes he can't sell a single tinware for a few days. His two uncles and cousins ​​have given up their tinware making skills and switched to other businesses. , only he, as the eldest grandson of the Zhang family, has been struggling to guard this ancestral family business.

  When Zhang Zhihe heard Yu Xiaolian's custom-made quantity, Zhang Zhihe once suspected that he had misunderstood it. What's the use of ordering so many wine bottles and tea canisters?

  Besides, the tinware is not cheap because of the cumbersome production process. Others buy one or two. Why does the Yu family want so many?

  Zhang Zhihe also heard that the next door is going to open a grocery store these days, but everyone buys wine with wine gourds. Who would buy this kind of expensive wine packaged in tin?

  The tea in other grocery stores is placed in a large tin jar. Whoever wants to buy it, the store will wrap the tea with oiled paper, and then the buyer will remove the oiled paper after returning home and put the tea in his own tea can.

  Zhang Zhihe felt that Yu’s grocery store was flashy and over-packaged, and it might be difficult to make money in the future.

  Just when Yu Xiaolian came to bring him braised pork, Zhang Zhihe mentioned it to Yu Xiaolian tactfully.

  Yu Xiaolian heard the meaning of Zhang Zhihe's words, smiled and explained a few words to Zhang Zhihe, her shop makes high-end products, which is different from other ordinary grocery stores.

  Before leaving, Yu Xiaolian turned her head and smiled, "Brother Zhang, when my store opens, you can come and have a look, I promise it's different from other grocery stores."

  Zhang Zhihe nodded, because of Yu Xiaolian's self-confidence, he was somewhat looking forward to it.

  When Yu Xiaolian returned home, dinner was already set. Besides a large bowl of steamed buns, there was also a large bowl of stewed meat and a large plate of stewed potatoes with beans on the table.

  Yu Xiaolian often eats these home-cooked dishes recently, and the bird has faded out of her mouth. She wants to eat spicy ones, especially spicy ones.

   Grabbed a steamed bun and ate it. What she thought was that tomorrow she must make a spicy meal by herself to satisfy her cravings.

  After eating, Mrs. Sun saw that the little tiger was grabbing steamed buns to send to the ruined temple, so she grabbed the steamed buns immediately.

   "Give it away once or twice, just show kindness. These are white flour steamed buns. My family couldn't eat them before. Why are you so bad at life?" Mrs. Sun snatched the steamed buns and took them away.

  Little Huzi looked at Yu Xiaolian.

  Yu Xiaolian asked, "How many people are there in that ruined temple? What kind of people are they?"

  Little Huzi tilted his head and thought for a while, "There are a lot of people, a lot!"

  The faces he saw every time he went to the ruined temple were different.

  Su Jingyue looked at Yu Xiaolian, "The people in the ruined temple are mobile. They seem to not only settle in this ruined temple, but there should be other places."

Yu Xiaolian sighed, "I'm not stopping you from showing love, but there are poor people everywhere, some people are really pitiful, and some people don't deserve to be pitiful. If you want to help others, you should at least If you know how to distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong, you can’t help everyone.”

  Yu Xiaolian painstakingly told the little ones the story of Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf, telling them that kindness should indeed be there, but it must be used in the right place, and that it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish.

   If a man has hands and feet, but is willing to beg for a living, then their help is not helping, but ruining him.

   But how to teach a man to fish?

   Then you need to study hard and find the answers from the books. Look at those scholars, court officials, and parents and officials who are in charge of the livelihood of the people. Which one is not full of economics and knowledge?

   Moreover, scholars are respected wherever they go, and their words carry more weight than others.

  To sum up, you should study hard at this age, and you shouldn’t think about other things. If you encounter something that asks you, then let’s make a different story.

  Little Huzi and the others nodded understandingly, secretly remembering what Sister Xiao Lian said in their hearts, it is not about helping the poor.

  Yu Xiaolian temporarily acted as a brigade counselor and taught a few young ones an ideological education class, and was praised by her grandma.

In Mrs. Sun's words, she didn't know her surname after only eating a few meals of rice and white noodles. She said that Yu Xiaolian was well educated and managed well, and said that these little ones listened to her and let her Take care of them.

  Yu Xiaolian was thinking about watering the pepper seedlings, so she had a haha ​​fight with Mrs. Sun, and then ran back to her room.

  Go back to the house and water the pepper seedlings, and drag the wooden pot to a sunny place, so that the pepper seedlings can also bask in the sun.

  Yu Xiaolian finished the chili seedlings, and just wanted to go into the supermarket to pick up some soap boxes, when the little tiger outside the door called her, "Sister Xiaolian, my dad bought pig intestines and came back, how do you wash them?"

  Yu Xiaolian had no choice but to run to the next door and tell her uncle to wash it with salt, vinegar and flour, and wash it several times.

  Yu Xiaolian loves to eat fat sausage, but she can't smell the smell of raw fat sausage, so she held her nose and stood far away to guide her, and then she ran away.

  Go into the supermarket and put the soap and essential oil soap on the floor, then sit on the floor and start scraping. After scraping, take it to Zhao Erya's room, and ask Erya to wrap it in oiled paper and put a label on it.

   Erya is already very proficient in doing this. She can distinguish pomegranate, rose, and sea salt-flavored essential oil soaps, and then paste the corresponding sticky notes.

  Yu Xiaolian found some various hair ties, handmade hair clips, small clips in the supermarket, as well as titanium steel earrings and various brooches.

  Send these things to the shop and put them in the small grid.

  Zhao Erya was carrying a basket, which contained repackaged soap, "Where do you put the soap?"

  Yu Xiaolian pointed to the shelf on the right, "Put daily necessities on this side, and food on that side."

  Zhao Erya put the soap on and asked Yu Xiaolian if there was anything else she wanted to fix?

   There are some things that Yu Xiaolian is still debating whether she should take them out, and she didn't hear Zhao Erya ask her for a while, and when Zhao Erya asked her again, Yu Xiaolian came back to her senses.

   "Let's peel off the candy wrappers with me!"

  Yu Xiaolian pressed the door of the shop in front of her, then lit a candle, and started peeling off the fruit candy wrappers with Zhao Erya.

   After picking up a large porcelain bowl, Yu Xiaolian quit.

  Scraping candy paper is too grueling.

  Yu Xiaolian pushed the fruit candy to Zhao Erya, "Go and help those little ones pick it up for you. There are more people than strength."

  (end of this chapter)