Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

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The freshly released math classification exercise book caused quite a stir in West Fort Middle School.

The fresh classification method that Principal Zhao Dannian saw was also seen by others.

Not only the students in the reheating class, but also the freshmen in the first and second grades of high school, and even the teachers of the school, all tried their best to find the mimeographed papers and copied them down carefully.

In the second week, students from several nearby villages traveled long distances just to copy a copy of the exercise book back home.

Yang Rui knew that this was a student or teacher who went home on the weekend and spread the news.

Regardless of the lack of communication equipment nowadays, the transmission of certain messages is not slow at all. Like this kind of thing that can improve the success rate of exams, in the eyes of many people, it may be like a elixir, even if you don’t need it, you don’t need it. Immediately notify the children of relatives and friends.

However, other people's excitement did not affect Yang Rui. He still carried out his plan in a leisurely manner. He ran every morning to exercise, read English in the morning, copied some things in class, or mailed them out, or handed them over to Wang Guohua and the others. Mimeograph, in the evening we gather together to teach and solve doubts.

Among them, he puts the most emphasis on physical exercise, followed by self-study English and problem-solving lectures, and he puts copying articles for money in the last position.

Yang Rui didn't want to waste his rare good body in this life. Before the high-calorie food invaded the cafeteria, he tried to develop six-pack abs that he couldn't imagine before.

As for making money, although Yang Rui has some ideas, he lacks the foundation to put them into practice, so he can only accumulate first.

Fortunately, money is not omnipotent right now, and the pressure to make money is not as great as when I was a graduate student in later generations.

Moreover, state-owned stores are cramped and cramped, and the poor service environment makes shopping a tedious and even painful task.

Private real estate transactions are still not allowed, and there is no stock regime for people to invest. Although the policy of opening shops and factories has been loosened, it is still quite risky in the mainland, and if you fail, you will go to jail.

Yang Rui's goal of making money is only to improve his life, at most the teaching environment in the village.

To achieve the former, in fact, one article is enough.

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Yang Rui's first manuscript fee,

From "Mathematics for Middle School Students", this is a popular science book newly published in 1981. It is mainly read by middle school students and middle school mathematics teachers. The threshold is low, but the volume is not small. As a result, the national periodicals sponsored by the company have a thousand-character remuneration of 25 yuan, which is in the middle of the popular science magazines.

Yang Ruibiao's "A Brief Discussion on Common Optimum Problems in Analytical Geometry" has a total of more than 2 words and graphics, and finally received a total manuscript fee of 22 yuan.

At this time, the monthly income of ordinary workers was only 30 to 40 yuan. Yang Rui’s weekly living expenses were 2 yuan plus 7 catties of food stamps. Not a lot.

From this day on, Yang Rui changed his lunch to a small restaurant in Xibao Town without hesitation.

People in 1982 are still not very good at cooking with waste oil, and there are no products that modern people talk about, such as genetically modified and clenbuterol. In small restaurants, even clear oil, fat meat and seasonings are put very economical.

In Wang Guohua's eyes, this is definitely an expression of stinginess, but in Yang Rui's view, it is a very healthy way of eating.

If he wants to exercise, he needs to consume a lot of protein, and the school cafeteria does not provide much food at all except steamed buns and vegetable soup. As for the taste, it is incomparable.

Yang Rui only went there for two days, and the boss remembered this handsome young man who wanted meat dishes for every meal, but only wanted lean meat and not fat.

On the third day, when Yang Rui came back alone, the boss prepared the dishes and brought them out by himself. After putting them on the table, he handed a cigarette with a smile, and said, "Little comrades come to work in the town? Is it big?" City people?"

Yang Rui shook his head, pushed the cigarette back, and said with a smile, "I'm a student from above, I haven't worked yet, and I don't know how to smoke."

"It's better not to smoke, it's better not to smoke." The boss put away the cigarette with a smile, and asked again: "Then you are a new transfer student?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Students from the village, there are only a few who have money to eat in our restaurant, and your style is different. Didn't we just meet? I guess you are from outside." The boss said a little Small belly, patting habitually, about thirty years old, eyes squinted with only one line.

Yang Rui picked up the bowl, planed two mouthfuls of rice bluntly, and said, "I have made money recently, so I came to improve the food."

"Then you have made a lot of money." The boss's eyes lit up, poured a cup of tea for Yang Rui, pushed it to him, and said with a smile: "The surname is Shi, and you are famous, you can be called Lao Shi or Takako."

Yang Rui frowned and put down the bowl, thinking: You are a restaurant owner whose surname is Shi Gui, and you asked me to call you Lao Shi...

What do you think is wrong...

The boss looked at his expression and smiled helplessly: "The name was given by my parents, and I can't help it. No, I've been thinking about finding other ways recently. This little brother, if there is any way, I can give you some advice. I will never treat you badly."

This can also build relationships...Yang Rui smiled in admiration, and said truthfully: "I published an article in a magazine, and they paid the manuscript fee."

The boss looked at the dishes on the table, one meat and one vegetarian with rice, it cost 3 yuan less, which is equivalent to a week's meals in an ordinary family.

There are people who do transportation in the town and make a lot of money, but when they order food in restaurants, they dare not say that they want meat every time.

The boss couldn't help but said in surprise: "The manuscript fee is so high."

"It's quite a lot." Yang Rui took two mouthfuls of rice, swallowed it, and said, "It's a lot of words. I gave you 22 yuan, which is enough for a week."

The little boss stopped patting his stomach immediately, and said cautiously: "You made 22 yuan, and you plan to eat it all in a week?"

"Or else?" Yang Rui took it for granted. He was originally a fat man who wanted to eat meat, but now that he is in good health, he actually consumes more. From a nutritional point of view, in order to maintain his muscles and body lines, he must not eat well.

The little boss was stunned by what he said, and after thinking about it, he said, "Otherwise, it's not good to deposit the money in the bank?"

"Save it and wait for inflation." Yang Rui shook his head disdainfully, full of sympathy for the little boss's view on financial management. 1984 is coming soon, and by that time, there will not be many families with half of the property value remaining.

The little boss said about inflation twice, patted his forehead and said: "The inflation you mentioned is something of capitalism. Our country has neither external debt nor domestic debt, so how can there be inflation."

Yang Rui laughed dumbfounded, but couldn't refute after thinking about it. What people are talking about is the standard propaganda caliber of the country. It is really not easy to refute it based on the domestic framework. If you do not use the domestic framework as the basis, you are asking for trouble for yourself.

So, Yang Rui simply smiled and ate with a sullen head.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Boss Shi Gui stood up embarrassedly, took two steps, then turned his head and said, "Little comrade, will you continue to eat tomorrow?"

"Eat." Yang Rui is increasing the amount of exercise, and there is no oil in his stomach.

Boss Shi Gui clenched his fists silently, but said: "I think it's troublesome for you to come here to eat every day. Otherwise, write a list of what you want to eat, and I will send it to you at noon every day for five days."

Yang Rui raised his head in surprise: "You mean, deliver food?"

"Well... that's about it." The little boss was thinking about the meaning of takeaway.

Yang Rui said strangely: "Aren't you bothering?"

"To make money, you can't be afraid of trouble." Boss Shi Gui put his belly away, raised his chest and raised his head.

"Is this what you just thought of, or did you do it before?"

"I didn't have regular customers before." Shi Gui was a little embarrassed, rubbed his forehead and said, "People in the town like to go to the People's Restaurant to eat. Their home is not as good as mine. It is state-run, and the store is more beautiful. , people feel that there is face..."

Yang Rui looked around, in a small restaurant with a total of five tables, the door curtains were still greasy, and it really had nothing to do with beauty. Of course, in his opinion, the People's Restaurant in town was not much better.

Shi Gui didn't wait for his answer, and asked in a low voice: "Well, little comrade, why do you love to eat in my restaurant?"

"You don't accept food stamps." Yang Rui said as a matter of course. The small restaurants in the town can buy agricultural products that don’t require a ticket from the farmer’s market. As long as they give a little more cash, they can save food stamps. This is also a point that they are more competitive than state-run restaurants.

Shi Gui patted his thigh, and said: "That's right, I still don't charge food stamps when I deliver meals to you, and I don't charge too much money. You just need to book with me for five days... four days, and I will deliver it to you on time every day." Deliver the rice, cover it with a quilt, and make sure it’s hot.”

He thought Yang Rui was worried about asking for more money.

Yang Rui stopped his chopsticks and said, "Then you have to make sure that you are more attentive than what you are doing now."

"That's for sure."

"Can I get beef?" Beef is a representative of high protein and low fat, and it tastes good. People who practice martial arts in ancient times and people who train muscles in modern times like it.

"Beef... Yes, it is expensive." Shi Gui muttered a few words, hesitant.

"According to today's portion, you send me a meal of beef every day, and I will order it for a month." Yang Rui took out the remaining 14 yuan from his pocket, took the change of more than one yuan and kept it with him, and put the rest Thirteen yuan was slapped on the table, and he said, "This is the deposit."

Shi Gui put it away quickly, and said, "Those who want beef will get three and five yuan per meal."

A tin of canned beef is only 2.8 yuan, and 35 yuan for meat and vegetables is a luxury.

However, Yang Rui thought that he still had a steady stream of manuscript fees, so he nodded and agreed.

After negotiating the first takeaway contract, Shi Gui excitedly went to get a pen and paper and asked Yang Rui to write the menu.

Yang Rui looked at his back and was quite moved. This man with an ugly name has the thinking of a fashionista.

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