My father and mother were both stunned. They probably never thought I would say such a thing. From childhood to adulthood, I have always loved studying. Even in the most difficult three years of junior high school, I turned my grief and anger into motivation. But now...
My father asked me tentatively, "Son, are you afraid of being bullied?" I shook my head. Actually, I am not afraid of being bullied at all. I am just afraid of bringing bad luck to the people around me. Of course, I will not explain this, and I don't want my parents to know what I have experienced. My parents looked at each other and did not continue the topic. Instead, they asked me to eat more vegetables.
When I was sleeping at night, I heard my parents discussing something. My mother said, "My son must be scared by bullying. Now he doesn't even dare to go to school. What should I do?" My father sighed, "It's my fault. I taught him to be patient when he was young, and slowly he lost his courage." My mother said, "Let's not talk about the past. Let's talk about the future. What should I do if my son hates studying?" My father said, "What can I do? Let's just let him rest for a while. Anyway, he is smart, so you don't have to worry about his grades. After a while, he will adjust his mood and take the initiative to ask to go to school."
From the second day on, my parents never asked me about school. My father went back to the construction site on the third day, and my mother continued to clean from 7am to 5pm every day. After I recovered, I took over my mother's work, which was familiar to me. Besides, the weather was getting warmer, so cleaning was not difficult. The rest of the time, I basically ate and slept, just like a summer vacation. When I didn't eat or sleep, I would go out for a walk, anyway, I wasn't afraid of seeing my former classmates.
I turned off my cell phone, not wanting to have too much contact with my old friends, and lived a life like a paradise. Because my mother didn't make much money cleaning, even less than Bai Qing's mother selling vegetables, I thought about finding a way to make a living for her, so I went to the farmers' market every day to see what business was the most profitable.
It was a sunny day with birds singing and flowers blooming. I sat in front of the stall selling spicy hot pot in the farmer's market for the whole morning, watching his business never stop. There was almost a constant stream of elementary and middle school students, even during break time. Conservatively estimated, he had made a gross income of more than 200 yuan in the morning, and at least more than 100 yuan after deducting the cost. And in a while, when it will be the peak time after school, I am afraid that more students will come to eat spicy hot pot, and he will make a lot of money at that time.
As I was thinking, the boss of Malatang, a middle-aged man in his thirties, suddenly said, "Hey, boy, how long have you been sitting here? Do you want to eat or not? If you don't want to eat, don't take up the seat here." I said with a smile, "I am taking up a seat, but it doesn't affect your business, does it?" The boss insisted, "If you don't want to eat, don't sit here!" I was about to refute a few words, but I saw a drunk man staggering over and sat down on the seat opposite me. He said to the boss in a careless manner, "Give me a bowl of Malatang, with more fish balls and shrimp balls!" The boss immediately said respectfully, "Okay, wait, it will be ready soon!" Then he came over and drove me away in a bad mood, "Hurry up and leave, don't you see Brother Xiaoqiang coming?"
This Xiaoqiang brother looked at me with hazy eyes. He was so scared that he was shaking all over. He pointed at me and said, "You...you..."
I laughed: "What's wrong with me?" I'm very familiar with this Xiaoqiang brother. It's obviously the curly-haired guy I beat up before. He's a habitual thief in the farmers' market. He seems to be one of the four tyrants. Xiaoqiang brother said with a smile: "Nothing, nothing, I just miss you. I haven't seen you for a long time." He looked flattering, and the spicy hot pot owner next to him was stunned.
"Well, I'm back." I said, "I used to go to school in Beiyuan, but now I've been expelled."
Last time we made a scene at the farmer's market, we made Curly and his group of people kneel down and leave. I guess it left an indelible impression on them, so that the drunk Curly sobered up a lot when he saw me. Brother Xiaoqiang laughed and said, "Actually, going to school is not very useful. Look, I haven't even graduated from junior high school, and I'm living a more carefree life than the college students in my class before me."
I snorted: "Isn't that so? You are simply stealing the fruits of other people's labor!" I was openly mocking him as a thief.
Brother Xiaoqiang was not in a hurry, or he dared not to be, still laughing: "That's just my side job." I asked curiously: "What is your main job?" Brother Xiaoqiang said: "Of course it's collecting protection fees. All the businesses in this farmer's market have to give 10% of their monthly turnover to our boss. This money is enough for us to live a carefree life. As for being a thief, it's just that I'm itching to do it. I'm afraid that if I don't do it for too long, I will lose my skills." I said with a little contempt: "How much money do people make in a month, and you take away 10%? You make this money too easily!" Brother Xiaoqiang said seriously: "Brother, you don't know this. It's not easy for us to make this money."
I was even more puzzled: "What do you mean?" Brother Xiaoqiang said: "There are a hundred or eighty businesses doing business in this farmer's market. Although most of them are women and children, there are also many young and middle-aged people, such as the owner of this stall." He pointed to the middle-aged man selling spicy hot pot. The middle-aged man was making spicy hot pot for Brother Xiaoqiang. When he saw that he was pointing at himself, he immediately showed a flattering smile.
Brother Xiaoqiang didn't even look at him and continued, "It's impossible for anyone to just stamp their feet here and everyone will obediently hand over the money. We, the four tyrants of the farmers' market, have come to this point today after a lot of blood and sweat. We not only have to conquer these merchants, but also our peers. It can be said that the farmers' market is our life. If anyone comes to grab it, we will definitely fight with our lives."
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