Surrounding the sun near 11 o'clock, Lao Zhao rode his tricycle and walked east along Xuefu Road. He soon arrived at the place where he set up a stall before. It was quiet and there was no one there.

The guy who set up a stall was scared and retreated?

It shouldn't be. It's obviously the guy who has the upper hand, and there are both people and officials to take care of him.

When Lao Zhao approached the place, he realized that it was not the case. A piece of paper was pasted on the Fatong tree, which said that the guy's stall had moved to the opposite door of the Normal University.

"Northday University?" Lao Zhao thought for a while, but did not stop, and rode a tricycle to the Normal University.

The university town is not peaceful, that guy is good and a little capable, and it is easy to enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree.

Walk westward at the central intersection, and it is not far away. The banners at the main entrance of Normal University were hung high, and colorful flags were fluttering. A bus stopped at the door, and people kept getting off.

Just across the road, there are huge banners hanging between two green trees - daily necessities, which are of high quality and low price.

This is the same as the old campus of Normal University in Quannan, where the main entrance faces south and north.

Lao Zhao stopped the car, but the guy couldn't see it, and the stall couldn't see it.

Because the dense crowds surrounded the place with a lot of people, there were parents and students.

Two people came out of the crowd, obviously father and son, and the large black convenience bag in their hands was full of bangs.

As the father has one in his hand, the son has one in his hand.

Then a mother and daughter squeezed out of the crowd. Although only the mother was carrying a large convenience bag, the plastic basin she was carrying was filled with slippers and fans.

The two pairs left, and five or six more people came across the road.

Old Zhao was a little stunned. How much money does this guy have to earn? Why does it cost several hundred yuan a day?

Only when there are many people can you buy and sell. Lao Zhao knew this very well. He quickly found the intersection and got on the curb, pushed the tricycle to the east of the crowd, and did not dare to get too close. He placed the tricycle at a distance of five or six meters and took out a simple sign to support it.

As soon as the sign was up here, someone who had bought the goods came over.

"Boss, how do you sell sesame cakes?" The man was carrying a large convenience bag with some difficulty.

Seeing that there were too many people, Lao Zhao decided to raise the price temporarily. He swallowed and said carefully: "Fifty cents each."

He didn't make his own products. He bought them from the neighboring village because he wanted more and could buy 4 pieces per dollar.

Without saying a word, the man gave a dollar: "Come two."

Lao Zhao took the money and was happy. The dark black noodle hall smiled: "Go!"

The person who came took the sesame cake and left, and someone came to buy it soon.

The stalls next to them are constantly attracting people. Most of these people are from other places. They are inevitably empty when they take a car for a long time. They rarely bargain when they come to buy sesame cakes. The sesame cakes that cost two yuan are sold very quickly.

Lao Zhao discovered that this business is done!

In just half an hour, nearly 50 sesame cakes were sold.

He took the time to look around him, and the people around him did not decrease at all. The fierce little bald man moved goods from the big drag bucket from time to time, and the car was about to be empty.

As expected, I didn’t expect it to be bad. It was really good to enjoy the cool breeze with my back on their big tree.

Lao Zhao felt that tomorrow... no, you can buy more sesame cakes in the afternoon.

There are many people at the beginning of school and good business.

Under this situation, earning thirty or forty yuan a day is much more than a person who can earn a job.

Lao Zhao sold the pancakes one by one, and gradually they had more ideas. I had never seen anything sold in the university town. The boy next door said that the food in the canteen was just average, and these students didn't even know how to adjust the taste.

Maybe I can sell something else? My daughter has nothing to do after school, so she can help.

But what to do?

Sometimes, people have a rigid mind, but after seeing some things, they can think of more.

Lao Zhao quickly remembered the business he had done when he was young. Why not sell tofu brains?

Save some money by selling sesame cakes first to support it, and you can’t hurry.

At noon, the number of people at the stall decreased one after another. The last two people were sent away. Lu Dong and Qiao Weiguo quickly drank a sip of water, both doing similar movements and rubbing their wrists.

There is no way, I can’t just collect the money, but I’m almost cramped!

Lao Zhao took the initiative to say hello: "Two, are the business very good?"

Lu Dong smiled and said, "It's okay. How are the sesame cakes sold?"

Lao Zhao opened the foam box and said, "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, try it."

Lu Dong thought for a moment, took the sesame cake, handed it to Qiao Weiguo, took a bottle of water, and handed it to Lao Zhao: "It's hot day, quenching thirst."

Lao Zhao was also thirsty, so he took a few refusals.

Lu Dong found the vegetables and buns prepared by my mother and distributed them to Qiao Weiguo. He then ate the two, put the things in the truck on the stall, and rode the Jialing car back to pick up the goods.

I specifically asked the people at the school gate in the morning, and it was expected that more people would come in the afternoon, so Lu Dong specially sent two trips of goods.

When I returned the second trip, I met Li Wenyue on Village South Road.

He was pushing his bicycle south.

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

Li Wenyue glanced at the rear tire: "Maybe it had a tyre."

Lu Dong got off the car, glanced at the back of the bicycle, and asked, "Where are you going? Why don't I take you back?"

There are bicycle repairs in the village.

Li Wenyue pointed to the southeast: "Go to the field to pick and order food. My house will start at night. Are you here?"

"Only your family?" Lu Dong received a positive reply and said, "I won't go."

He lifted the bicycle and put it in the empty car bucket, and called Li Wenyue to get on the car: "Let's go, I'll take you to your own land."

It's not far away, it won't take long, so it's also a walk to go back to the village.

Li Wenyue got into the car and said, "Are you back from the university town?"

Lu Dong responded, rode his motorcycle and turned around, walked about a hundred meters southward, and there was a dirt road to the east. There was a big tree with thick trees on one side of the road, and a stinky ditch on the other side, one of the sewage ditches in paper mills in the past.

Paper mills have long been closed, but every summer rain flows into the ditch, and the remaining pollutants still emit an extremely pungent smell.

At the end of the dirt road, there is a fence nearly three meters high, which encloses a large yard and a prefabricated house, and there is heat rising in the yard.

Li Wenyue pointed to the house and said, "This is Cheng Lifeng's meat cooking workshop. It is built in his own field. His braised meat is made here."

Lu Dong had an impression and took a look at it. It might be because of the fact that the meat was cooked all year round. The originally blue and white fence was covered with oil.

On the south side, there is a ditch near the stinky ditch, and sewage flows out.

In the stinky ditch, discarded seasonings were thrown everywhere.

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

Lu Dong estimated that Cheng Lifeng's braised pork workshop was built here, and in addition to the reason why his family left his own land, the convenience of throwing garbage was also a major factor.

In this era, similar things are common.

Lu Dong did not meddle in other people's business, got out of the car and helped Li Wenyue go to his own land to pick vegetables.

Cucumbers, lentils, bean pods, eggplant, and some green onions were pulled.

A little bit of land is planted with orders, so that the farmers can eat it for the summer and then until autumn.

Farmers have low incomes, but they also have unique advantages.

After packing up the vegetables, Lu Dong and Li Wenyue got into the car and walked back. They were almost at the turn of the land and the asphalt road. The wind blew from behind, and the pungent smell became stronger.

"Ah snee..."

Lu Dong sneezes, quickly stabilizes the handlebars, and asks, "Why does it smell asphalt?"

Li Wenyue sniffed it carefully, and there was only a pungent smell: "I didn't smell it."

Lu Dong also wanted to take goods back to the university town, but he didn't know it carefully. He turned around and accelerated into the village, put down Li Wenyue and his bicycle, went back to the orchard to pick up the goods, and then rushed to the university town.

It was the hottest time, and there were not many people coming to buy things, and they were sparse and not as concentrated as in the morning.

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

This man is about thirty years old, slightly taller than Qiao Weiguo. He has a long horse face. He is very thin. He has two nests of protruding collarbone. Not to mention putting eggs, he probably won’t even fall even if he puts goose eggs.

Lu Dong put the car and the tow bucket, and then looked over there. The horse face took out a large woven bag from the bulging sack and spread it on the lattice floor to serve as a paving.

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

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

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

If you look closely, you can vaguely see the words "False School Viagra", "The Detective", "Huang Feihong", "Tang Bohu's Autumn Fragrance" and other words.

It turned out to be a pirated movie CD.
To be continued...