The Era of Hard Work

   Chapter 52 The Demons Dance

   With the sun approaching 11 o'clock, Lao Zhao rode his tricycle and walked east along Xuefu Road, and soon came to the place where the stall was set up before. It was quiet and no one was there.

   The little brother who set up the stall was scared and withdrew?

  No, it was obviously that little brother who had the upper hand, with both people and officials taking care of him.

   Lao Zhao approached the place, only to find that it was not the case. A piece of paper was pasted on the Fatong tree, which said that the little brother’s booth was moved to the door opposite the Normal University.

   "Normal University?" Lao Zhao thought for a while, but without stopping, he also went to Normal University on a tricycle.

  The university town is not very peaceful, that little brother is a good man and a little capable. He leans against a big tree to enjoy the shade.

  Go west at the central intersection. It is not far ahead. The main entrance of the Normal University has a high banner, colorful flags fluttering, a bus stops at the door, and people keep coming down.

   In a prominent place across the road, there are huge banners hanging horizontally between two green trees - daily necessities, high quality and low price.

  This is the same as the old campus of Normal University in Quannan, the main entrance is facing north.

   Lao Zhao stopped, the little brother couldn't see it, nor the booth.

  Because the dense crowd surrounded the place, there were parents and students.

   Two people came out of the crowd, obviously father and son, with large black convenience bags in their hands that were full.

   One in the father's hand, and one in the son's hand.

   Then a pair of mother and daughter squeezed out from the crowd. Although only the mother was carrying a large convenient bag, there were slippers and a fan in the plastic basin held by the daughter.

  Two couples left, and five or six others came across the road.

   Lao Zhao was a little stunned, how much does this little brother earn? How about a few hundred dollars a day?

There are many people to buy and sell. Lao Zhao knows this very well. He quickly finds the intersection and gets on the curb. He pushes the tricycle to the east of the crowd. Brand support.

   As soon as the sign was put up, people came over after shopping.

   "Boss, how do you sell biscuits?" The man was struggling to carry the large convenience bag.

  Old Zhao saw the crowd and decided to temporarily raise the price, swallowed and said cautiously, "Five cents each."

The    biscuits were not made by him, they were bought from neighboring villages. Because they asked for so much, he could buy 4 for one dollar.

   The man said nothing and gave a dollar: "Come here."

  Old Zhao took the money, his heart was overjoyed, his dark face smiled and said: "Good!"

   Someone took the biscuits and left, and someone came to buy them soon after.

The stalls next to    keep attracting people. Most of these people are from other places. It is inevitable that they will be empty when they travel for a long time. They rarely bargain when they come to buy sesame cakes.

   Lao Zhao found out, this business is done!

   In half an hour, nearly 50 biscuits were sold.

   He took time to look beside him, and the people around him did not diminish at all. The little bald-headed man with a fierce face, from time to time, was moving goods out of the big trailer, and he saw that the truck was about to be empty.

   Sure enough, I didn't want to make a mistake. With their back against the big tree, it was really cool to enjoy the shade.

   Lao Zhao thinks, tomorrow... no, in the afternoon, we can buy more sesame cakes for sale.

  The more students start the school, the better the business.

  According to this situation, earning 30 or 40 yuan a day is much more than the earning of iron rice bowls.

  Old Zhao sold the biscuits one by one, and gradually got more ideas. I have never seen any food for sale in the university town. The boy next door said that the food in the cafeteria was average.

   Maybe sell something else? The niece has nothing to do after school, so you can pull her to help.

   But what to do?

  Sometimes, people's brains are very rigid, but after seeing something, they can think of more.

   Lao Zhao quickly remembered the business he had done when he was young, why don't you try selling tofu brains?

   Sell biscuits first to save some money, so that you can support yourself, you can’t be in a hurry.

  At noon, the number of people at the booth gradually decreased, and the last two were sent away. Lv Dong and Qiao Weiguo quickly took a sip of water, both doing similar movements, rubbing their wrists.

  No way, not only soreness, but cramps!

   Lao Zhao took the initiative to say hello: "You two, business is good?"

   Lu Dong smiled: "It's okay. How are the biscuits sold?"

   Lao Zhao opened the foam box: "It's almost sold out." He paused a little, took out three sesame cakes, and walked over to Lu Dong and Qiao Weiguo: "Try it, it's new."

   Lu Dong didn't answer: "We have lunch."

   Lao Zhao insisted: "This cake is very good, let's try it."

  Lu Dong thought for a while, took the biscuits, handed them to Qiao Weiguo, took a bottle of water, and handed it to Lao Zhao: "It's a hot day, quench your thirst."

   Lao Zhao was also thirsty, so he refused and took it.

   Lu Dong found the steamed buns prepared by the old lady, and distributed them to Qiao Weiguo. He ate both of them, put the things in the bucket on the stall, and rode the Jialing cart back to pick up the goods.

   In the morning, I specifically asked the people at the gate of the school. It is expected that more people will come in the afternoon. Lu Dong specially pulled the goods twice.

   On the second trip back, I met Li Wenyue on the village south road.

   He was pushing his bicycle to the south.

  Lu Dong stopped the car and asked, "What's wrong?"

   Li Wenyue glanced at the rear tire: "It may be punctured."

  Lu Dong got off the car, glanced at it, the rear tire of the bicycle was flat, and asked, "Where are you going? How about I take you back."

   There are bicycle repairers in the village.

   Li Wenyue pointed to the southeast: "Go to the field to pick some vegetables, I will have a dinner at my house in the evening, will you come?"

   "Just your family?" Lu Dong got a positive answer and said, "I won't go."

   He picked up the bicycle, put it in the empty bucket, and beckoned Li Wenyue to get in the car: "Go, I'll take you to the private plot."

   is not too far, it won’t take long, so I will also take the way back to the village.

  Li Wenyue got in the car and said, "You came back from the university town?"

  Lü Dong responded, turned around on his motorcycle, walked about a hundred meters to the south, and there was a dirt road to the east. On one side of the road was a row of thick trees, and on the other side was the smelly water ditch, one of the sewage ditches of the former paper mill.

   The paper mill has long since closed down, but the rainwater flows into the ditch every summer, and the remaining pollutants still emit a very pungent odor.

  There is a fence nearly three meters high at the end of the dirt road, enclosing a large yard and a board house, and the yard is filled with heat.

  Li Wenyue pointed to the board room and said, "This is Cheng Lifeng's meat-cooking workshop. It was built on his private plot. All his braised pork is made here."

   Lu Dong had an impression, and took a look at it. It may be related to cooking meat all the year round. The original blue and white fence was covered with oil.

  On the south side near the smelly water ditch, there is also a ditch, and the sewage flows out.

  In the stinky ditch, discarded condiments are thrown everywhere.

The concept of   environmental protection is still far from the bottom life, not to mention the people below littering, and the people above do not pay attention to it.

   Lu Dong estimated that Cheng Lifeng's braised pork workshop was built here, in addition to the reason of his private plot, the convenience of throwing garbage is also a major factor.

  In this era, similar things are commonplace.

   Lu Dong didn't mind his own business, got out of the car and helped Li Wenyue go to his private plot to pick vegetables.

  Cucumbers, lentils, pods, eggplants, and some green onions.

  The private plot of a little bit of land is used to grow a la carte vegetables, enough for a family of farmers to eat in summer and then in autumn.

  The income of farmers is low, but they also have unique advantages.

   Packed up the dishes, Lv Dong and Li Wenyue got into the car and walked back, approaching the corner of the land and the asphalt road, the wind was blowing from behind, and the pungent smell was even stronger.

   "Ah..."

   Lu Dong sneezed, quickly stabilized the handlebars, and asked, "Why does it smell like asphalt?"

   Li Wenyue smelled it carefully, but there was only a pungent odor: "I didn't smell it."

   Lu Dong still had to bring the goods back to the university town, but he didn't identify them carefully. He turned the corner and accelerated into the village, put down Li Wenyue and his bicycle, returned to the orchard to pick up the goods, and went to the university town again.

   It was the hottest time, not many people came to buy things, it was sparse, not as concentrated as in the morning.

   Lu Dong rushed to the opposite side of Normal University and found another man between the booth and Lao Zhao's tricycle.

This man is about 30 years old, slightly taller than Qiao Weiguo, with a long horse face. He is very thin, and two nests are sunken in the top of his high protruding collarbone. go down.

   Lu Dong put the car and trailer away, and looked over there, Ma Mian took out a large woven bag from the bulging sack, and spread it on the checkered brick floor as a pavement.

   "What are you doing?" Lu Dong asked Qiao Weiguo.

   "I didn't ask." Qiao Weiguo touched his bald head and said, "He just asked if he could set up a stall here. I said it was public land, and he came up."

  The horse face took things out of the sack again, and put colorful square hard packaging on the sack one by one.

   If you look carefully, you can faintly see words such as "Fighting Dragon", "Spicy Detective", "Once Upon a Time", "Tang Bohu Diffuses Autumn Fragrance" and so on.

   turned out to be a seller of pirated movie discs.

   In the past two years, VCD is no longer a rarity, and gradually entered some families with decent conditions.

   Several video halls in the county seat have long since been replaced by VCD playback.

  Inevitably, the works of some art masters, especially the art masters of Hong Kong City, such as the famous teacher Xu, also flowed in on a large scale.

   At the material exchange conference in the county, some video halls even dared to put on external speakers to play such films.

   In some ways, this is also the last era of demons.

   For example, at the material exchange conference, most song and dance troupes have public strip dance programs.

  Ma Mian looked at Lao Zhao, then at Lu Dong and Qiao Weiguo.

  The former is older and probably has a lot of experience, while the latter is like a furry child who has just left the school.

   This is a good choice, and his idea was finally on the latter two: "Two, you want to ask me, ten dollars a piece, whatever you want!"

   It doesn't matter if you buy or not, just mix it up first.

  Qiao Weiguo is the same as before, ignoring people.

   Lu Dong nodded slightly: "Thanks, I don't need it for the time being."

  Ma Lian took a few steps here and said, "You're welcome, it's fate to set up a stall together. These are not interesting, are they? Don't worry, I understand your young people's preferences."

He took out a new disc from the sack: "See? "Titanic"! I took great pains to ask for it from the South, and it only cost twenty dollars a piece! This is the hottest movie in America, and I took two Ten... Anyway, twenty gold awards! Also, all the heroines are naked, and all that should be revealed."

   Lu Dong shook his head: "No, I've seen it."

  Ma Lian will have no other customers and continue to sell: "Is it not enough? I have more exciting ones! Do you want Hong Kong City? Neon? Or American Emperor?"

   Lu Dong waved his hand: "No need."

   There were very few people who bought CDs, and Mamian basically had no business. It took a long time for a student to buy something from Lu Dong. He was attracted by the CD, and he bargained to six yuan and bought one.

   Lu Dong was curious: "What do they think?"

   "A new computer? TV?" Ma Lian said cheerfully: "There is always a way to see it."

  Selling is just one way to make money.

   (end of this chapter)