Setting up a dumpling stall?
Lin Xiaoyu lay on the upper bunk and blinked. She didn't expect her mother to have this idea.
"Yes, mom, the dumplings you make are so delicious, they will definitely sell well if you set up a stall, but it will be too tiring."
After all, you will be exposed to the wind and sun, and you may even be laughed at by people you know.
She thinks there is nothing wrong with setting up a stall. Whether it is working or setting up a stall, it is all about earning money with one's own hands, but many people think setting up a stall is decent.
Li Shuping was happy to see her daughter's support, "As long as I can make money, it doesn't matter if I work hard."
"Then I'll help out at the stall after school." Her mother set up the stall to earn money to support her and send her to school. She definitely couldn't bear to see her mother working so hard alone.
Li Shuping: "You just study hard..."
next day
After breakfast, Lin Xiaoyu went to school, and Li Shuping went out with a military green shoulder bag.
She went to the flea market to see if there were any second-hand tricycles for sale and needed a ticket to buy a new tricycle, but she didn't have a ticket, so she just went to the flea market to look.
The flea market was far away, so Li Shuping walked there directly.
After walking for about twenty minutes, we found that the flea market was quite large, selling second-hand furniture and appliances, as well as pots, pans, and bicycles.
Li Shuping walked in and entered a shop selling used bicycles.
"Comrade, I want to ask, do you have any old tricycles for sale here?"
The young lady sitting at the counter glanced at her and said, "Damn, a batch of tricycles just arrived two days ago, discarded from the canteen of the government office."
"Would you like to see it?" Li Shuping asked with a smile.
"It's in the back. I'll take you to see it." The female comrade stood up and took her to the back.
Going to the backyard, Li Shuping looked at the tricycle parked against the wall. The tricycle was quite old, and the cargo bed was dented from bumps and bruises.
But Li Shuping didn't have so many requests, so she could only do it.
"Don't look at how old they are, they are all rideable. If the wheels and chains are broken, our shop's craftsmen will replace them with new ones. You can try them too."
When Li Shuping heard that she wanted to give it a try, she chose the best-looking tricycle from among several and rode it around the backyard twice.
"It's good. The steering wheel doesn't shake, but it's pretty stable."
"How much?" Li Shuping asked.
Female comrade: "Our prices here are the most reasonable. This one is a little newer, and it's 80 yuan."
Li Shuping thought it was a bit expensive. "Why not order less? Look, the iron sheet on the truck bed is dented, and the bell is rusted. It's almost broken."
"It really can't be less. The price is like this. If you buy a new one, it will cost two or three hundred yuan."
"I bought a new one for two or three hundred yuan and it lasted for many years. This old one will only last for one or two years at most before it breaks down."
"If it's broken, you can fix it."
"Does repairing it cost money?"
Under Li Shuping's three-wheeled vehicle negotiations, the tricycle was finally sold for 70 yuan, 10 yuan less.
Li Shuping was riding her tricycle through the flea market, feeling extremely happy. She saw someone selling pots, pans, and bowls, so she bought a large aluminum pot, two large porcelain basins, dozens of old noodle bowls, and five pairs of chopsticks.
The chopsticks used are old, and these are new bamboo chopsticks.
I passed by a furniture store and bought two sets of folding tables and stools.
In those years when housing was tight, many families had their meals at this kind of table.
After buying everything, Li Shuping rode her bike out of the flea market.
Halfway through the walk, a man carrying a bucket and a woman with curly hair walked side by side in the middle of the road, blocking the road. She slowed down and rang the bell twice.
Suddenly, a man on a bicycle passed by the curly-haired woman. The curly-haired woman dodged to the side and bumped into the man carrying the cylinder. The man staggered and fell to the ground with the cylinder.
"Bang..." There was a loud noise of a heavy object falling to the ground and breaking, followed by a sharp curse.
"Hey, my big water tank, you little brat, I paid you to help me carry the tank home, and you broke it, you have to pay for it."
Qin Ye sat on the ground with sweat all over his face. He raised his hand that was scratched by the broken pottery shards when he fell, looked up at the middle-aged female employer who was pointing and cursing at him, and defended himself: "You suddenly walked towards me and bumped into me, causing me to lose my balance and drop the jar."
"Bullshit, when did I bump into you? Who saw it? Don't even think about slandering me. This is the water tank I bought for five dollars. You must pay for it!"
Qin Ye raised his head and looked at the people who had gathered around him, seeking help, but no one saw him, and no one spoke up for him.
I felt wronged and aggrieved. I helped this aunt carry the jar home, but I was only paid 20 cents. I have to pay her 5 yuan.
Besides, this is actually 늀놊's fault.
"Originally it was you who bumped into me, so I dropped the jar!" Qin Ye shouted loudly with red eyes.
The curly-haired woman took a step back. "Hey, why are you so fierce? Do you still want to hit someone?"
Li Shuping heard the boy roaring in grievance like a trapped animal, which made her, as a mother, feel sad.
"Big sister, please help me keep an eye on the things in the car." She asked a kind-looking big sister next to her. The big sister nodded and agreed, and also assured her, patting her chest and saying, "I'll take care of it."
"Make way." Li Shuping walked from behind the crowd to the front.
I saw a boy sitting on the ground with frayed collar and cuffs, blood on his hands, about seventeen or eighteen years old, as thin as a bamboo pole, with fine features on his dark face, but at this moment he looked aggrieved and angry.
"I'm telling you, if you dare to pay, I'll report you to the police and have you go to jail," the curly-haired woman threatened.
"Oh, you are so awesome. You said you would send someone to jail. Then he will go to jail." Li Shuping couldn't help but sneer.
The curly-haired woman glanced at her from head to toe, waiting for her to say, "What's your business? Get out of here. It's no use meddling in other people's business."
Qin Ye raised his head and looked at the aunt who was speaking for him with her back to him. He squinted his eyes. The morning sun shone on her, and she seemed to be glowing.
"It's really my fault. I was riding my bike behind you just now. I saw it clearly with my own eyes. A young man on a bike passed by you, and you dodged to the side and hit the child, who fell down with him."
"You still have the nerve to ask someone to compensate you. I think you have really become a black-hearted person." Li Shuping cursed with disdain, with her hands on her hips.
The eyewitnesses proved that it was the curly-haired woman who bumped into the child carrying the jar, causing both the person and the jar to fall. The onlookers all pointed at the curly-haired woman.
"You are such a cruel person. It was you who hit someone, but you still wrongly accused the child of asking you to pay compensation."
"Yes, it's easy for children to make some money by moving things at the flea market. Are you trying to extort money?"
In Qinye's second-hand goods market, he helps people move things to make money, and many people in the market know him.
"This person's heart is even worse than Huang Shiren's."
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