Xu Qing didn't know how Jiang He slept. Anyway, he slept very comfortably that night and slept until dawn.

What does it mean that the spring bed is uncomfortable... It's just that it's uncomfortable for a person to sleep alone. After being lying on the bed where Jiang He had been sleeping for a long time, it's equivalent to one and a half people sleeping.

Xu. The pervert Qing was very satisfied. He woke up almost nine o'clock, and it was rare that he had been getting up an hour late. Jiang He did not disturb him. This seemed to be a tacit understanding. No one would call anyone when he woke up in the morning.

It was probably the habit he developed when Jiang He first came to sleep until nine o'clock every day. Later, he got up earlier and earlier, but he still never called each other to get up.

Jiang He has finished practicing and is staring at the computer desktop... I don’t know how long he has been staring at it, but what Xu Qing saw when he went out was the desktop, which should have been switched a few seconds ago.

I don't know what strange things are being studied early in the morning.

This behavior made Xu Qing realize more clearly about Jiang He's growth. If calculated based on the modern growth model, he was probably a teenage teenage girl with his own little secret.

"The porridge is in the pot." Jiang He reminded, pausing for a while before operating the computer.

"did you eat?"

"Not yet, waiting for you."

"You can eat it yourself or call me to get up."

"I'm not in a hurry."

Xu Qing didn't comment. It was not late at 9 o'clock, and he usually had breakfast at around 8 o'clock.

I yawned and put some water in the bathroom, then came out to wash, and after I got it all done, I served the porridge with Jiang He, and I took the pickles to make breakfast.

At first, they bought bags of pickles in the supermarket. Occasionally, there were some hard roots and skins inside, which affected the taste, such as dry firewood that could not be chewed. Although it was good with porridge, it was always a little uncomfortable. Later, Xu Qing bought a big white radish and tried to marinate it by himself. It was unexpectedly good.

So Jiang He also learned it and also studied and improved it. Cut the white radish into small strips and sprinkle salt and kill it out. Squeeze it dry and then mix it with a layer of hot sauce, ginger, garlic and radish. After it is finished, it is crispy and delicious. One bite of porridge and one bite of pickled vegetables.

"What I made myself is much better than what I bought." Xu Qing picked up the old one on the plate and ate it, which was delicious.

After eating the old ones, the new ones will become old, and then the new ones will be added to Jiang He, and the descendants will be endless.

“We buy better than we do.”

"There is something so strange?"

"It's obviously strange here." Jiang He felt very fascinated. "How could anyone buy something that has not been made by himself if he spends money to buy something that has not been made by himself? It has long been replaced by good craftsmanship and cannot survive."

Xu Qing was stunned with the bowl, speechless for a moment, thinking for a moment, saying, "...what you said really makes sense."

"Then why no one replaces them?"

"This question is profound. If you ask me, I can't answer it."

Even if you know how to make a pickle, Xu Qing would go to the supermarket to buy bags when he was alone. He would rather endure the flaws inside and would not bother with buying a radish to make it by himself.

"Do you think you make something better than them, so you can sell it and replace it with them?" Xu Qing asked, looking at her appearance.

"I thought about it for a while, but it certainly won't work." Jiang He admitted, "If it works, we should be able to buy something delicious."

"Yeah, that's right."

Xu Qing was happy that she could come to this conclusion.

Although she is limited by cognition and does not understand some things, she has mastered higher-level thinking and has a complete and clear thinking logic.

Instead of foolishly thinking that your pickles are better, they will sell them better.

"This is not setting up a stall on the street. If you face customers on the street, if you can do better than the side, you will naturally replace him and replace him. If you don't do well, you can't survive. This is correct."

"Where is that wrong?"

"This thing is not a must. It's just that someone occasionally wants to eat it, so they buy some instant noodles or breakfast. If you want to ensure your life, you must sell it in large quantities and spread the market. You can't survive on just one street."

Xu Qing crunched her bite of the radish and didn't say anything anymore, waiting for her to think about it herself.

After a while of silence, Jiang He frowned and said, "You can sell it in various supermarkets, and you don't have to push the cart out by yourself. Is this their confidence?"

"Well... I used the confidence wrongly, and the product was finally selected by the market."

Xu Qing was already full at this time, wiped his mouth and put down the bowl, explaining: "Simply put, if you want to spread it out, you must also ensure supply, output, storage, and transportation and sales in the middle... The costs of these seventy-eight-eight vegetables are very high. For a pickle, it is not worth the price so high. It can only compress the cost and make the assembly line, so the quality will go down. This is a matter of no choice. At the same price, you can only compete with each other for the lower profits and who is better in the same cost range.

“…”

Jiang He was exposed to this concept for the first time and felt that he had understood something, but he seemed to have learned nothing.

"In addition, there are also customers' needs. People who want to buy pickles in supermarkets, some who want to make simple and easy things, some who occasionally want to taste it, some who are temporarily embarrassed and can only eat steamed buns and pickles... Those who cook by themselves as stable as you and me are not their target customers. What we think is not delicious is not a problem in the eyes of others, or they can tolerate it."

Seeing that she was already full, Xu Qing stood up to clean up the dishes and continued, "Simply put, don't regard your own needs as someone else's needs.

If you don’t want to make that kind of delicious and inexpensive pickles by yourself, you can only go to those small shops to find them, and some of them sell cold dishes, which are sold as by-products. They are worthy of the pounds and are made very finely, similar to what we make ourselves. Their target customers are you and me."

"So it's so complicated?" Jiang He came to his senses.

She thought that what she made was better than those that were not delicious and would make money easier.

"There are more complex things, economy, packaging, operation... and companies, capital, a pack of pickles worth 50 cents. It can be delivered here from thousands of miles away and you can buy it. This is not simple in itself."

Jiang He leaned against the kitchen door and saw Xu Qing washing dishes at the sink. After a while of silence, he sighed quietly: "It's not easy to do anything..."

"In fact, it is also easy. Opening an online store and selling one-on-one can save most of the troubles, but there are other troubles, such as how to compete with others, how to expose your own store, how to attract customers... How to say it, when you first came, I told you that this is a world that makes money by your brain."

Xu Qing was very patient. Such an ancient semi-illiterate person could rely on him and only cook and clean without using his brain, but not without his brain.

Choosing an ordinary life by yourself is two different experiences, and it is also the difference between happiness and misfortune.

"So I ask you to read more and think more, and don't be so anxious to make money... Of course, this is just my suggestion. I don't object to making money, but I really hope you can live a better life."

"How good is it to live a better life?" Jiang He's eyes were complicated.

The second mother also said similar things at the beginning, saying that she wanted to live a better life and a better life.

Is it just because I like it? Everything in the world is exchanged in equivalent terms. Xu Qing has always been so good, which makes her a little uneasy.

"That depends on you."

Xu Qing smiled, what does it mean to live better? Isn’t it just that cats eat fish dogs and meat Ultraman fights small monsters?

"There is a word called "watching the sky in a well". Only when you climb to the well entrance will you know how big it is. Whether you like the scenery outside, leave your comfort zone, or see the prosperity outside and then drill back into the well, it is a better life that everyone chooses."

He hopes that Jiang He can live a clear life and that if he wants freedom in the future, he can let her go.

If you like someone, selfishness and selflessness have always been coexisting and contradictory.

"I'm afraid, too. If you want to climb out in the future, it's over. Now let's make it clear. At least I won't feel guilty if I cheat you into bed."
Chapter completed!