The Era of Hard Work

  Chapter 66 Peace of Mind

  In the early morning, Lv Dong arrived very early and ran two times in a row, pulling the cargo bucket and the snack bucket respectively to the university town, and asked Qiao Weiguo to sell the goods. He took the poster and rode a bicycle to the gates of various schools.

   First came to the entrance of the School of Finance. It was very early, and I could vaguely hear the voice of military training in the school. Just as Lu Dong wanted to enter the school, a middle-aged security guard stopped him.

   "Young man!" The middle-aged security guard recognized Lu Dong at a glance: "Why are you going?"

   Knowing this person, Lu Dong smiled, took out a big chicken cigarette, and stuffed it into the security guard's hand: "I'll go in and put up a poster."

   The middle-aged security guard glanced curiously, and deliberately asked, "Post a big-character poster?"

   Lu Dong unfolded the poster in his hand and asked the middle-aged security guard to take a closer look: "It's just an advertisement for selling things."

  The middle-aged security guard looked over it carefully and said, "You young man, you are a veteran in business! Are you running over before the school starts, are you spying on the news?"

   Lu Dong raised his thumb: "Brother is amazing, you can see through me at a glance. I told people at the time that my brother is righteous and takes care of fellow villagers, so he let me in."

   As he spoke, he took out the remaining box of chicken cigarettes and stuffed them all into the hands of the middle-aged security guard.

   "Brother, our fellow villagers take care of the fellow villagers." Lu Dong directly put Qiao Weiguo's bicycle in front of the guard's room: "I'll press the bicycle here again."

The middle-aged security guard looked at the big chicken cigarette in his hand, and then looked at Lu Dong. He had a good attitude, could talk, and smiled, and said, "We have agreed, we can only post it on the bulletin board. !"

   Lu Dong quickly assured: "Don't worry, I will post it and come out."

   The middle-aged security guard gave way, Lu Dong trotted all the way, and came to a propaganda board with a lot of things posted on it.

   With quick hands and feet, he posted advertisement posters in three, five and two divisions. He went to the front of the main teaching building, then the canteen, the dormitory building, etc., and also posted a few posters.

   As for the follow-up effect, it is unknown.

   Maybe it will be torn off after leaving.

   But he couldn't just stare here and leave soon.

   Then he went to the Normal University. At the entrance of the Normal University, Lu Dong met Huang Yong.

   "What are you doing?" Huang Yong watched in amazement as Lu Dong posted an advertisement on the tree at the school gate.

   Lu Dong smiled: "Sell some specialty snacks and post an advertisement."

  Huang Yong took a closer look: "Braised pork biscuits? Have you changed your career?"

   "I can't talk about changing careers." Lu Dong said roughly: "The semester has passed, and the business outside is not easy to do, so I have to sell some food."

   He asked, "How are you doing, brother?"

  Huang Yong wanted to save face: "Not bad."

   There can be more than 2,000 turnovers a day, and the location advantage of the on-campus store is becoming more and more obvious.

   Lu Dong remembered that he took shelter from the rain last time, and he couldn't even enter the guard room of the master's gate. It is estimated that he will not be able to enter this time. He set up a stall opposite the school when he welcomed the new year, and the security guards recognized his face.

   "Brother, can I trouble you?" Lu Dong was thick-skinned and asked tentatively, "Help me post a few pictures on the school's bulletin board?"

Huang Yong was a little hesitant, but he had already reconciled with Lu Dong last time. With the end of the semester, the two sides did not have such a fierce competitive relationship. In the spirit of being on good terms with the local snakes, he responded: "Okay, I will post it for you. "

   This is a casual thing: "I don't care if people tear me apart."

   Lu Dong smiled and said, "Thanks, brother."

   There is no deep hatred between each other, and harmony makes money.

  Huang Yong entered the Normal University with the advertising poster handed over by Lu Dong, and a poster was pasted next to the propaganda board on the road.

   is really easy to do.

   The main gate of the province was open to welcome visitors from all over the world. Lu Dong pushed his bicycle into the school gate, and the security guards didn’t even look at him.

   Lu Dong got on his bicycle and posted a dozen or so pictures at the provincial university in one go.

   For most of the morning, Lu Dong ran to many places, including schools that were farther away. Those who could enter the school gates posted stickers, and those who couldn’t enter were posted on the trees on the side gates of the main entrance.

   Strive to get more people to notice.

  The sun turned to the south and returned to the place where the stall was set up at the intersection. Lao Zhao and his daughter had already arrived. Seeing Lu Dong's snack dragging bucket, Lao Zhao's face was a little unnatural.

The trailer was hung on the Jialing truck and kept its balance. Lu Dong first glanced at the charcoal stove, took down the large casserole containing the braised pork, and placed it in the trailer where the casserole was fixed. He opened the lid of the box and took out the new briquettes, and replaced the burner underneath. Clear, clip into plastic trash can.

   Then put up a small banner on the drag bucket, with white characters on a red background, the characters are divided into two lines, and written on it - Qingzhao's special snacks, inheriting a century-old flavor.

  Write down - braised pork biscuits!

   This is all for the sake of attracting attention, and it’s not nonsense.

  Strictly speaking, the boiled water in Lujia Village did exist a hundred years ago.

  The large casserole with the braised pork is brought out from a fixed position and placed on the stove, and it begins to emit bursts of aroma as it is heated.

  If someone only wants braised pork, Lu Dong will still sell it.

  This braised pork is actually similar to pork head pork, but the braised pork is more rotten and more delicious. It can be used with sesame seeds or as a meat dish.

   Lu Dong put on a white apron again, a hat covered his hair, and an anti-droplet dining mask around his mouth, looking neat and clean.

   Next, open the cover to reveal the welding console, with a hardwood chopping board on it, and several large grids welded in front of the plastic box, which contains auxiliary materials such as minced coriander and crushed green pepper.

   Further to the right is a foam incubator for biscuits.

  In this way, most of the things can be fixed on the body and will not be scattered everywhere because of riding.

   Once, after Lu Dong woke up in 2010, he relied on this small business to gradually get his life on the right track.

   The things are not big, and they are also very profitable to sell. Once, Lu Dong was able to open a copycat fried chicken restaurant in a remote part of the university town, relying on this small business and night market stalls.

   More than ten years in advance, and there is no fierce competition, Lu Dong hopes that small business can also bring big profits.

   It's very obvious these days. The bonus period is over, and the number of people at the daily necessities booth has dropped significantly. He and Qiao Weiguo are in the same place, which is a waste of human resources.

   Lu Dong can't do anything that is tall and high, and the reality of the university town is here, and he can't do it.

  In his opinion, eating this industry has a lot to do.

   Trial sale today, Lu Dong only brought a hundred sesame seeds.

   "What are you selling?" Lao Zhao set up the tofu brain stall, approached him, and said, "Why did you suddenly change jobs?"

   Lu Dong said: "Braised pork biscuits."

   He washed his hands in the small bucket prepared in advance, opened the lid, scooped out a piece of meat, minced it skillfully, took out the biscuits and cut it with a flat knife, and put the meat in.

   "Try it." Lu Dong handed it directly to Lao Zhao.

   Seeing the sesame cake, the wind and frost marks on Lao Zhao's face seemed to be deeper. He took the sesame cake and took a careful bite. The aroma of meat filled the air.

   Compared to the dry biscuits, it is much better.

   Lao Zhao reluctantly smiled: "The craftsmanship is very good."

   Lu Dong understood a little bit, but didn't say much. This was what he planned before the university town started, so he couldn't stop selling biscuits just because someone set up a stall to sell them.

   Besides, what he sells is much more expensive than Lao Zhao's biscuits, which are two commodities in themselves.

   He did two more, and shouted at the stall first: "Weiguo!"

  Qiao Weiguo happily took it and ate it.

   Another to Zhao Juanjuan: "Try it."

   Zhao Juanjuan took it over with a smile: "Thank you."

   She went back to the back of the tofu brain tricycle, took a bite, and smiled even brighter.

   On the other side, Lao Zhao raised his face and scolded in a low voice: "Laugh! I know how to laugh all day! Besides laughing, what else can I do!"

   Zhao Juanjuan lowered her head, eating more vigorously.

   After twelve o’clock at noon, students came out one after another. These days, Lv Dong’s stall is a bit famous. Many people in the university town know that there are stalls selling things at the intersection.

   A student who had bought Lu Dong's daily necessities before approached and asked, "Boss, have you changed your career?"

  Lu Dong pointed to the stall over Qiao Weiguo: "Everything is sold as usual, with some special snacks added."

   This person looked up at the banner: "Braised pork biscuits?"

  The smell of braised pork wafted out of the casserole, making the stomach worms who had eaten only the cauldrons growl.

   "How to sell?" the man asked.

   Lu Dong said quickly: "Just one piece of marinated egg, only one piece of meat and five pieces, add eggs and two pieces of meat."

   This man bared his teeth: "It's so expensive!"

   Lu Dong pointed directly at the signboard: "The century-old cooking skills have been passed down from my great-grandfather's generation."

  The price is actually not expensive, it is the same as the bacon in this era.

  Different from daily necessities, students have too many choices for food, and there are small stoves in the cafeteria, so the price cannot be set too high.

   This man took out two pieces: "Here's some meat!"

   Lu Dong pointed to the iron box in front: "Put the money in it, find it yourself."

   The money box was right in front of Lu Dong. The man opened it and put in two pieces, then took out a piece of fifty cents.

   Lu Dong has often done this for a living, and practiced it at home. The production speed is very fast.

   This person took it and couldn't wait to take a bite. The taste buds, who had been tossed with the cauldron for several days, were calling and jumping for joy.

   "It's delicious." He smiled.

   Lu Dong was very polite: "It's delicious, come back next time."

   This man's words were probably overheard by another student next to him. He had a weird accent and asked for one.

   But after taking a bite, his brows furrowed.

   "How?" The companions have a similar accent.

   The student handed it to him: "You can taste it."

The    companion took it over and took a bite from another place: "General, not very good. This place, the taste of everything made is strange..."

   Lu Dong heard it and didn't care. The difference in regional tastes is normal.

   I came down at noon, but not many were sold, less than thirty.

   Lu Dong has calculated the cost before, not counting his labor costs, the cost of simply clipping meat is about 7 cents, and adding eggs is more profitable.

   This is a normal income, but it is incomparable to Qiao Weiguo's 200 yuan sale at noon.

   Lao Zhao's bean curd brain business was also average. When he went back at noon, it was not sold out, and there were still a lot left.

  This snack business doesn't seem to be doing well.

   After the military training in the afternoon, not much has changed. The braised pork smells delicious, but it is not easy to whet one's appetite from a distance.

  This is not stinky tofu, you can smell it from a few dozen meters away.

  Song Na brought her classmates to buy daily necessities, and Lu Dong simply invited seven or eight girls to try them for free.

   These people are all from Taidong Province, and even those who don’t like meat at ordinary times say it tastes good.

   In other words, there is no problem with the taste of braised pork biscuits.

   "You started on the first day and didn't make a name for yourself." Song Na pondered and said to Lu Dong, "There is a lot of traffic at this intersection. It may be over in a few days."

   Lu Dong also discovered this. After class or military training, there are many people who are willing to go out of the school gate to see the new environment, and this intersection is at the center point.

  People come and go, so the so-called century-old signboard is not easy to use.

  Song Na pointed to the car: "Give me some ads."

   Lu Dong gave her a stack, Song Na waved her hand: "I'm leaving."

   "Weekend dinner, don't forget." Lu Dong reminded.

   Watching Song Na and her classmates leave, Lu Dong staring at the college students coming and going, the advertising posters are not very effective, this is not a necessities of life, how can they arouse their curiosity?

   (I was still in high school in 1998, and the price of the high school I read was the reference.)

   (end of this chapter)