Chapter 852: Rules for Tricycles

In the middle of the market is a two-story non-staple food market. There is still a circle of shops in the structure of the mall. There are a total of three floors of shops inside and outside. There are always dozens of large and small shops, all of which are run by small businessmen. To earn a living.

In the 1990s, a market house worth 100,000 yuan was enough to buy two buildings, but in order to make ends meet, even if a small businessman bought his own house or land, he had to bite the bullet and buy it. There was no place to live. You can make do on the second floor of the retail store. If you don't have a living business, you can't maintain your family life.

There are many people in the big market, and the sanitation conditions are not good. Since there are still a large number of people living in the market, but the storefront houses are not equipped with living bathrooms, so you can see families carrying trash cans all morning. Dump domestic garbage and feces into the sewer well outside the door.

The stench of all kinds of rubbish outside is smoky, and there are still people in the storehouse who have to light a fire to cook, and a big market where they do small business and live in it, which is very much like the slums abroad in Shen Dapeng's impression.

Shen Dapeng seldom came to the big market before, firstly because buying vegetables and cooking has always been the mother's business, and secondly because the environment is dirty and messy, walking in the big market may step on the excrement of unknown people with that foot , and there are all kinds of pungent smells, which always make people feel that they are about to be poisoned.

But even in such an environment, small businesses still have to survive and sell goods, and people also have to live for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and buy the necessities of life.

In the past, when Shen Dapeng saw the market environment and smelled the stench, he would turn around and leave without hesitation, but now he knows the difficulty of being a human being, and can appreciate the hardships and hardships of life. Looking at the small businessmen in the market who don't care about the mess in order to survive and make money, they feel awe.

Perhaps, the most simple people should be the most worthy of more understanding and respect.

The winter in the north turns to ice, and the smell in the market is not as unbearable as it is in summer, and it catches up with the last period of buying New Year's goods a year ago. Farmers from villages and towns around Qingshu County also rushed to the county's big market to buy New Year's goods.

Before the 15th day of the first lunar month, there are very few buses from the villages and towns to the county. People have to prepare as much as possible for the rations between the 30th of the new year and the 15th day of the first lunar month. Among them, big fish and meat are naturally the first choice for the Spring Festival, so the half a year ago Month, can be said to be the busiest time period for business in the big market.

Holidays are the busiest and most tiring time for merchants, but it is also the time when they make the most money and are the happiest. If they can choose, perhaps merchants will hope that every day is a holiday, even if it is a little tiring, but at least they can earn Money, instead of more than ten hours a day as usual, earning only enough to support the family.

In the non-staple food market, people are next to each other, and feet are next to each other. If you don’t pay attention, you may step on others or be stepped on by others.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are huge crowds of people. Shen Dapeng and his mother squeezed and stopped in the crowd, picking out the ingredients needed for the new year.

Pork, beef, small stupid chicken, fresh vegetables, my mother can chat with the stall owner warmly wherever she goes, and Shen Dapeng follows behind to carry bags and vegetables.

"Sister Liu, is this your son? It's nice to be tall and tall."

"Sister Liu, your son is winning honor for our county. The number one scholar in the country will definitely have a bright future."

"Sister Liu, your son looks like you. He is good-looking, but he is too thin. Buy more meat and go home!"

"Sister Liu..."

Every time Liu Fengxia introduces her son to others, she can listen to everyone's praise of Zhuangyuan Lang's son, and her face is full of contented smiles. Maybe this is a kind of low-key showing off, but no one does not envy her After all, most people live for the children of the younger generation, who doesn't want their children to be able to glorify their ancestors?

Shen Dapeng just walked around in the market, and immediately became a hot topic of discussion, and inevitably became what everyone called "other people's children". It is estimated that these parents will hold a meeting for their children at night.

"Mom, are you familiar with them all? Going around shopping, at least a dozen people will talk to you."

Shen Dapeng was carrying a pile of ingredients, big and small, weighing more than ten catties, but for a young man like him, it was obviously not too heavy.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, they open the door for business every day. I come here to buy vegetables every three to five days. If it takes a long time, I will be familiar with you. Since you became the number one scholar in the country, I have taken advantage of you. Here Some fame has been mixed in the market, you boy, I didn't love you in vain."

Liu Fengyun, who is in his forties, is actually holding his son's wrist like a little girl, as if showing off to everyone that such an outstanding child is my son, you... only have greedy eyes.

"Mom, if you bring me to buy vegetables every day, their children will probably go crazy."

Looking at his mother's kind face, Shen Dapeng suddenly had the urge to hug his mother, but he had no choice but to give up the idea due to the inconvenience of the large and small packages of ingredients in his hand.

"I don't care about them. My own son is promising, why don't you let me show it off? Then I've spent half my life in vain?"

"You also have the husband of the deputy county magistrate, why don't you show off?"

"Your father? Ignore him, my son is promising, and I still care about him?"

Liu Fengyun pointed to the stall selling dry goods in front, "I'll go over there to buy some seasonings, just wait for me at the door, let's find a tricycle, a taxi costs five yuan, and a tricycle is only two yuan."

"Okay." Shen Dapeng reckoned that his mother was tired of showing off, and he didn't like the feeling of being praised. The small vendor said he was envious, but in fact it was just a way of communication. It's still just to sell goods to my mother. It's not hypocritical to say it's hypocritical, but it's always thoughtful and purposeful.

Mother went to buy seasonings, while Shen Dapeng returned to the original road. When he arrived at the main entrance of the big market, there was a neat row outside. Seven or eight rickshaws were waiting at the entrance according to the rules. The tricycles were all made of transparent plastic cloth. The frame can play the role of shielding from wind and snow in winter, and it can be regarded as a very humanized service.

These tricycles are quite respectful of the rules. They line up in order to pull work, and do not fight or grab, which can reduce a lot of quarrels and conflicts.

Shen Dapeng didn't want to disturb the so-called rules, but his mother was still shopping and it should take a few minutes to come out. In order not to delay the business of the first tricycle, he directly chose the last one. I saw several other masters riding tricycles cast strange glances.

"Young man, go and take the car in front. We have rules, and we all line up." Through a layer of foggy plastic sheeting, the tricycle driver pointed to the first car in front, whispering softly, but also containing helpless.