Business success is not just about the accumulation of funds, but also about the extension of connections and the recruitment of talents. Meng Youtian knew this, so he had to calm down, put aside his rush to achieve success and get rich overnight, and take his time step by step.

Fortunately, the clothing factory made profits, the grocery store made profits, and the sand-drawing company also started to operate smoothly. If we measure the living standards at that time, Meng Youtian was already considered a middle-class person.

What made him feel even more relieved was that his family had basically adapted to the new life. He didn't have to wear the moon and worked in the fields sweating profusely. He couldn't hear the rooster crowing, the dog barking at night, there was no smell or dimness of the oil lamp, and he saw the brightness of the electric lamp... Even Arita's complaints were gradually decreasing, although she was still an old woman who couldn't rest.

"Little Ya, Er Ya, stinky egg." As soon as Zijuan entered the room, she called the names of the three children, shook the toys in her hand, and smiled happily, "Come on, see what Er Mom has bought for you?"

"Doll, rag doll." Xiao Ya rushed up first, snatched two rag doll toys, and looked down on the sheathed wooden knife.

"My, mine." Erya leaned over with her mouth flattered and looked at her sister pitifully.

"This doll looks good, I'll give it to you." Xiao Ya quickly chose the one she liked and stuffed the other doll to Er Ya. Er Ya's IQ was obviously not as high as her sister. When she heard that this one looked good, she immediately burst into tears and smiled and hugged her in her arms and became rare.

Snow Dan'er is also not interested in girls' toys, but after moving to Hong Kong, she is still obsessed with the two big dogs at home. The wooden knife with sheath is quite attractive to the boys and is used to play with them.

"Spend money again!" Akitan Niang was happy to see her grandchildren laughing and having fun, but as an older generation, she still had to teach her a lesson, "That rag doll, I can buy cloth as well, I need a wooden knife. Let Lao Yuan find a piece of wood to cut the rag!"

"Mom, how can you do it?" Zijuan was used to it and said with a smile: "I can't spend a lot of money. The clothing factory took a big order before the New Year, and I checked out today, and I made a lot of money!"

"Save money well after making money. Who knows when there is a horse-high and short pedal?" Arida Niang said again. Then waved her hand and said, "Go, Arida teaches Ah Xiu in the kitchen to cook. If you are not tired, you can learn it. Alas, you eat cooking every day. In the past, there was no use to eat a steamed bun!"

Zijuan was not in a hurry to leave. She held the old lady's shoulders for a while before saying hello, turned around and walked out.

When he was new to the place, his eating habits must be adapted again. Most Hong Kong people eat rice as their staple food, but they are not without white flour. However, the dishes are very different from the place where they were originally living. When they first came, they did not bother Ah Xiu. Although Meng Youtian was not a chef, he ate many delicious foods from all over the country in his previous life, never ate pork, and never saw pigs running. Besides, he could follow the recipes and follow the recipes. In the past few months, Ah Xiu can also make it, but today, Meng Youtian needs to get started.

"Baijian shrimp, this is simple." Meng Youtian had just steamed the crab. After reading the recipe for a long time, he found the easiest way to cook. "Well, it says, put clean water in the pot, add sliced ​​ginger and green onion, boil it after cooking wine, then put the shrimp in and cook for a minute or two to remove. Just prepare the ingredients and dip them."

After hearing this, A Xiu operated it. In fact, no one was stupid. It was just because of her narrow understanding and lack of culture. This made people look dazed. After following Meng Youtian, A Xiu also knew her own weakness. Over the years, she had secretly recognized a lot of words. When it comes to housework, she mastered it faster than others.

It was cooked here, and Meng Youtian had already started to dip the ingredients according to the recipe, minced ginger, scallions, cooked oil, light soy sauce... It wasn't in a restaurant, just make it almost the same.

"Third brother, the fourth brother and his family are not here tonight, right?" A Xiu asked while busy.

"The transportation is inconvenient, so I have to live in our house at night. I'm afraid my third and fourth brothers may also feel it's not good." Meng Youtian said uncertainly: "I told them, but I probably won't come."

From Pie to Digging Sea Sand, the Xiao brothers left Meng Youtian's family and lived independently after a little savings. Meng Youtian borrowed some money for them and chose a house in Chai Wan for them. At that time, Chai Wan was still a remote place, but the population was not large, and the sanitation conditions were better than Shau Kei Wan where refugees gathered, and it was convenient for boats to be docked. The Xiao brothers were not dissatisfied with this. Having their own residence and their own home could be considered a heart-wrenching illness.

It was February 1946. This was the first Spring Festival since Meng Youtian's family arrived in Hong Kong. After living a busy life for half a year, Meng Youtian wanted to have a good New Year with his family. It was also a thing worth celebrating after he settled down in a strange place.

When the lights were on, two dining tables were put together, and the dishes were constantly placed. The children played around the table with new toys, and from time to time they secretly stolen the food into their mouths. Liu Wushuang, Xiao Guanghe, and the blind old Yuan sat together, chatting, and laughing happily from time to time.

Liu Feng and Xiao Man surrounded Ai Tian Niang, listening to the radio program in the other corner of the room, chatting and laughing in a low voice, and occasionally looked up and scolding the three naughty boys.

At that time, there were two radio stations in Hong Kong, Chinese and English, and listeners had to pay a radio license fee of HKD 4 per year. More than 8,000 licenses were issued in 1938, which was reduced during the war. After the resumption of broadcasting after the war, the radio license exceeded 10,000 by 1946. Based on the population of Hong Kong at that time, there was one radio with less than 100 people, and the popularity rate was far higher than that of the mainland.

Meng Youtian is not a big shot, but no one pays more attention to information collection. Radio and newspapers are currently his main ways to obtain commercial information. He will not save this money anyway.

"It's time to eat!" Meng Youtian walked in with two bottles of wine, greeted the old man and sat down first, and then the juniors sat down one by one.

"We don't have so many rules for the New Year this year, just to be happy." Liu Wushuang kept changing his generous nature and said with a glass of wine: "To put it bluntly, Mr. Meng is a capable guy and can kick anywhere. He has worked a lot in the past six months."

"Yes, I can do it like this-" Xiao Guanghe pointed at the table and said appreciatingly: "It's not easy!"

The blind old man didn't say anything, but the smile on his face and the look of looking at Meng Youtian explained it all.

"Boy is just making trouble. Don't praise me. Look at me, look at me." Meng Youtian laughed and raised his glasses with his hands to greet each other. "It's the New Year, I wish you good health and longevity."

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