A foreign city, dear you

Why is his path always so difficult?

……

Time goes by and November comes again. People put away their summer clothes and put on autumn or winter clothes to resist the cold wind.

In the evening, Lin Shushen pedaled his tricycle toward the commercial street in Xiangyang Town.

This time, it's not wet wipes or shoes on the tricycle, but...

Lin Shushen is trying a third way.

Lin Shushen has already taken two different paths to make a living.

The first time I sold wet wipes, I didn’t sell a single pack.

The second time he sold shoes, the first day of business was okay. He sold two pairs of shoes, which made him excited for the whole night and filled him with hope for the future.

But starting the next day, his hopes turned to unrelenting disappointment: his shoes were no longer in demand.

Lin Shushen understood that the two pairs of shoes sold on the first day were entirely because he met a kind person.

He was unwilling to give in and had no other choice, so he stayed on guard for another two months.

Finally, he gave up completely.

He thought: "I can't hang myself from a tree, can I?"

So what can he do next?

He was a little afraid to sell things: not only could he not make any money, he was always losing money.

For the first time, his sister Ye Lian helped him bear the loss.

The second time, fortunately, his friend found a way to help him return the shoes to the factory, but he also had to pay the rent.

Originally he wanted to find a way to make some money, but now he couldn't find a way and kept losing money, which made Yelu's burden even heavier.

Lin Shushen felt sad and guilty.

So what can you do if you don’t sell things?

After thinking about it, it seems that apart from doing some small business, he is really not qualified for other jobs.

He still has to take the road of business.

so helpless.

Lin Shushen once went to the streets to observe, paying special attention to those transactions that did not cost much.

When he saw those selling pineapples, he initially thought they were good. The costs were low, there were no risks, and the business was okay.

But when he realized that he only had one hand and couldn't peel a pineapple, he became dejected again.

……

"Beep-beep-"

There was a sound of cars urging me from behind.

Lin Shushen was originally riding on the side, but when he heard the urging, he leaned in again.

Close to the night market, the commercial street is prone to traffic jams. Various cars and motorcycles are sometimes blocked and unable to move, and sometimes they can only move forward at a snail's pace.

Lin Shushen slowly came to the night market street, and the good sections had already been occupied by people.

He came to an inconspicuous corner and parked his tricycle.

At this time, a seductive fragrance was wafting from his tricycle.

He stood by the tricycle and waited, waiting for business to come to him.

To his right, two steps away from him, there was a stall selling socks.

His left hand side was still empty for the time being. Because it is originally a corner, and if you go further to the left, you will deviate from the main road of the night market.

"Uncle, I want a sweet potato." A child's voice sounded.

"Okay, kid, which one do you want?" Lin Shushen asked.

The little boy stood on tiptoe, looked at it, and pointed at a medium-sized sweet potato.

"Okay, uncle will get it for you."

Lin Shushen put on his gloves, picked up the sweet potato, put it on the scale and weighed it.

The little boy looked curiously at the uncle selling sweet potatoes in front of him.

"Two dollars, kid." Lin Shushen said as he handed the sweet potato to the little boy.

The little boy turned to look at his mother next to him, and her mother gave Lin Shushen two dollars.

"Uncle, why are your sleeves empty?" The little boy couldn't hold back his curiosity.

"Obviously, you are talking nonsense again." The little boy's mother immediately stopped her and apologized to Lin Shushen: "I'm sorry, the kid is not sensible."

"It's okay." Lin Shu smiled deeply.

Tongyanwuji, what is there to care about? Moreover, I have already adapted to the world's opinions and opinions.

Lin Shushen has been selling roasted sweet potatoes for several days.

Before selling roasted sweet potatoes, he first observed on the street for two or three nights. Finally, he took the opportunity to get to know an uncle who sold roasted sweet potatoes, observed how he sold sweet potatoes, and then asked him various questions.

The uncle may have sympathized with him, but he knew all about his problems.

With the guidance and help of his uncle, the knowledgeable Lin Shushen also started selling roasted sweet potatoes.

At first glance, his tricycle was carrying an oil drum. But in fact, the oil drum is no longer an oil drum, but a simply modified oven.

I don’t know if the sweet potatoes I roasted are not as delicious as others or because of the location. Business has been mediocre these past few days, not as good as others.

However, Lin Shushen made more than a hundred yuan at least. Compared with the previous two sales of wet wipes and shoes, it was pretty good and he could comfort himself a little.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, when there were the most people, Lin Shushen also sold several sweet potatoes one after another.

Maybe business will be better today.

With this thought in mind, Lin Shushen filled the empty space on the oven with raw sweet potatoes.

At this time, a new mobile stall came next to it - a relatively large tricycle with a wooden board on which there were several rows of plates filled with tempting cooked food.

The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a fat belly.

The man with a big belly pushed a tricycle and walked straight towards Lin Shushen.

"You, get out of the way!" The pot-bellied man pointed at Lin Shushen and shouted commandingly.

"Me?" Lin Shushen pointed at himself and asked doubtfully.

"It's you!" The man with a big belly said firmly and firmly.

"Why? I came first." When business was good, Lin Shushen didn't want to give in. Besides, why let him?

"You can give in if you want. Why is there so much nonsense?" The man with a big belly showed a fierce look in his eyes and pressed towards Lin Shushen.

Lin Shushen didn't want to cause trouble, so he moved to the right, next to the stall selling socks.

"I'm asking you to go away, not to take those two steps. Don't you know how to see? If you take those two steps, can I take it?"

The paunch of the pot-belly man is relatively large. This time it is halfway across the intersection, and it has gradually caused a traffic jam.

Lin Shushen moved symbolically again.

"You mean it, right?" The man with a big belly was very dissatisfied and asked fiercely.

Lin Shushen pretended not to hear. With so many people on the street, he didn't believe what the pot-bellied man could do to him, and besides, he was reasonable. It has to be said on a first-come, first-served basis, right?

"Beep-beep--" Because of the congestion, someone was honking the horn to urge us.

"What are you beeping about?" the pot-bellied man shouted rudely.

Those few beeps were like a few drops of gasoline, dripping on the burning heart of the pot-bellied man.

His anger is getting stronger and stronger!

He suddenly stretched out a foot and kicked Lin Shushen's renovated oven hard!

With a "clang" sound, the oven rolled to the ground, and the red-hot coke fell out.

"Ouch!"

"Mom!"

"careful!"

"fire Fire!"

People suddenly screamed, stamped their feet, and fled in panic.

Lin Shushen was shocked and angry, dumbfounded, and stood there at a loss.