Siheyuan: Setting up a Stall to Sell Noodles, Sophora Japonica Takes Good Care of It

No one in the courtyard looked down upon the orphaned and widowed Wang Dasheng family. My father had just left, my mother fell ill and was extremely poor. No one expected that this loser who could be coaxed away by Huaihua with just a few words would suddenly set up a noodle stall and sell a bowl for one piece, and people would rush to buy it every day. No one knows where the noodles in his hands come from. The cost is shockingly low. He is limited to ten bowls a day, and he earns more than half a year's salary in the factory. Huaihua watched helplessly as the fool she had manipulated in the past suddenly turned over. She was so anxious that she tried to coax and deceive the source of the goods, but now Wang Dasheng did not follow her tricks at all. Instead, with the help of Huaihua, he sold his job quota at a price hundreds higher than expected. The noodle stall became so popular right after it opened, but this little money couldn't satisfy Wang Dasheng's appetite. Opportunities abounded in the 1980s, and he grasped opportunities that others could not touch, and he also had his eye on bigger deals. Huaihua is still brooding over the few dollars, Shazhu is still wondering about the secret in the noodle soup, and Wang Dasheng has already begun to figure out how to plot everyone in the entire compound into his chessboard. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.