Coming out of the wholesale market, Zhou Xinglian rode Wei Tao's second-hand transmission bicycle and put an enthusiastic hand on Aunt Liu's tricycle. Using the inertia of her own riding and the power of her arms, she helped the other party's fully loaded tricycle to move slightly. Reach your destination with ease.
Wei Tao said hello and left first on his tricycle. In the morning market at this time, there were no designated stalls that had to be handed over to the management department over the years. Either bricks occupied the space, or whoever came first came first served. Special people would come to charge every day, ranging from two yuan to five yuan per stall. Blocks vary.
All the good areas are either reserved in advance, or there are various bricks, drawstrings, bags and other items on the ground to form "occupied seats". In some places, there are big characters "written" with red bricks, indicating that The place is occupied.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, even if it is just a temporary morning market stall that is three feet away from you and me away from you. During the two mornings when he helped Aunt Liu busy in the morning market, Wei Tao saw with his own eyes the disputes caused by the competition for position.
Quarreling is a standard feature, and I have to admire some women's almost invincible verbal attacks in this regard. The scolding is unpleasant, the voice is loud, and the chatter is quite a bit like I will "swear (melt) you" , I'm sorry you dare to argue with me about this matter.
There is also pushing and shoving. Some strong men will inevitably bully some who are weak or weak-tempered. Wei Tao felt that his physical strength had become much stronger while pushing a three-wheeled motorcycle. Although his mouth still had the downy hair of a teenager that had not completely faded away, inside his body he was a man who had "seen the world."
It doesn't matter if you're not big, as long as you're strong enough, and you won't have any fear of age suppression for some young people in their twenties. There's a big wrench in the car. Since there are rivers and lakes, if you really meet them, then it's okay. There is no shortage of courage to throw the fist first and then the wrench.
I didn’t want to bully anyone, but I didn’t want to face the image of women and children being bullied.
The 'stalls' of the morning market have already been divided into separate stalls for the old fried dough sticks. Even though Wei Tao came early, he only found a 'sandwich' position in the middle of the entire morning market. On the left was a fried dough sticks. On the right side of the soy milk breakfast shack is an old man selling small potted flowers. He doesn't bring many flowers. This 'slot' is only two meters wide. Normally, some vendors with push carts sell some things here.
Doing a morning market in an area connected by a road on both sides. In fact, the location in the middle area is definitely not a good location, especially for small vendors like you and I. Many people either walk in and buy or walk out. I buy it when I go to the store. Most of the space is occupied by breakfast stalls, as well as some scattered knick-knacks. They sell a small pot of flowers, some insoles and socks, some cockroach and mouse poisons, etc. You don’t need a big space, just a small open space. If you can do business, it doesn't matter whether people will come here tomorrow.
It is more accurate to call grandpa according to his age, but it is not disrespectful to call him uncle. After all, young people who can make a living on their own can be called adults. It cannot be said that calling an old man uncle is disrespectful.
"Uncle, am I not blocking you?" Wei Tao took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to the old man. Learning to smoke is very common at his age. It is not uncommon for children in junior high school to be caught smoking by their parents. Not a few.
The old man glanced at Wei Tao and replied calmly: "It's okay."
Wei Tao handed over the cigarette again, and the old man took it. He took out a lighter and lit it for the other person. He also lit one himself, holding the cigarette in his mouth, and spread the tarpaulin that his fourth aunt got on the ground. This thing is good for rainy days. It can be placed on top of vegetables to protect it from rain, and it can also be spread on the ground.
Boxes of vegetables were moved down. In the past, it was difficult to move several dozen kilograms of vegetables. Now, with the strength of both arms, it was easy to lift them up. By the time Zhou Xinglian arrived on his bicycle, Wei Tao had already sorted the vegetables into categories.
Aunt Liu looked around, didn't say anything, and continued to look for a place while pushing the tricycle. She was a woman. In this 'competitive' morning market, the 'fixed place' was always occupied by others. In the end, it could only be in the middle of the aisle. Or extend the bifurcated area and find a place to place it.
Seeing that Wei Tao had found a nice place, she felt uncomfortable. She had felt uncomfortable ever since she saw the couple buying a three-wheel motorcycle, or earlier, when she saw Wei Tao, who was 17 or 18 years old. As a young man, he was at the age when he wanted to have fun and face. He was working hard, dirty and looked a little low-spirited helping his mother to sell vegetables, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Mom." Wei Tao called his mother.
Even though she was "heartless", Zhou Xinglian also felt the alienation of Sister Liu. When she saw the place her son was looking for, and then thought about the two days when she helped Sister Liu sell vegetables, she was always in the side road, she felt a little unspeakable. awkward.
From dark to dim light, and then to the brightness before sunrise, in a short period of time, the two of them lowered their heads and sorted the vegetables in the cartons into good and bad places. When they looked up again, it was already dawn, and the morning market was bustling with fireworks. It also began to emerge gradually.
"How much does a pound of cucumber cost?"
“How much do tomatoes cost?”
"How much are these potatoes?"
The vegetables produced by Wei Tao and his son are no better than others, and the location of the stall is average. The advantage is that the flow of people in the morning market is large enough. Every household consumes these home-cooked vegetables on a daily basis.
There are many elderly people living in this old community next to the morning market, and the main people who actually visit the morning market are elderly people. Their pickiness and their demand for the prices of the morning market items make even everyone make small profits. If you sell more, there will still be small-scale price wars of varying degrees.
"Four and a half, ma'am."
"This is seven yuan and two, so I got it for seven yuan."
"Five eight yuan. Can I add two green onions for you? I'll give you six yuan."
Zhou Xinglian helped pack the bags and was responsible for adding goods, while Wei Tao was responsible for weighing and collecting money. Young people's brain speed for simple numbers must be faster than that of older people, and Wei Tao was fully willing to "give up small profits" and wipe out a dime or two. It's only a few cents, a difference of 10 cents or 20 cents, and I'll give you someone worth 30 or 40 cents.
Zhou Xinglian didn't say anything in this regard. When she saw Sister Liu care about even one cent or two cents, she was very disapproving. After seeing this, Sister Liu told her: "We earn only one cent or two cents, and every one of you Customers just give it a little bit, but in the end they won’t make much money.”
Wei Tao doesn't care about making less money. He knows the value of selling more. If the morning market sells less, you have to practice stalling during the day. Not only will you be tired, but the vegetables will also have to be tossed back and forth in the wind, and you will have to carry a parasol. Try to protect them from being wilted by the sun. The wear and tear in them will inevitably reduce the price at night. If you keep them until the next morning, you can only sell them cheaply to those who are not living a satisfactory life and only buy bargains at the morning market. people.
Time cost, labor cost, in the end you may make a little more money by selling at this time, and the two consumptions are evenly matched.
It's not worth it. Besides, in this morning market, Wei Tao wants repeat customers, which costs 10 cents or 20 cents a day. After ten days, he hopes that those elderly people will choose him to buy directly. Including his vegetable displays, the ones sold at regular prices are all in good condition, and the ones that are not in good condition will be directly reduced in price. You are free to choose, so you can feel confident buying from me.
The very normal concept of selling small commodities is not understood by most people in this era, and Zhou Xinglian does not understand it either. But when she saw her son's high energy, she did not stop him. Zhou Xingrong and Zhou Xingju had both told her before. , when you sell vegetables, you must ask Xiao Tao to help you. It's not okay for such a big boy to stay at home all day long. What are the conditions of your family? You can't afford for him to hang around for a few days and learn from the bad habits of the half-grown boys outside.
In fact, Zhou Xinglian also has certain obstacles. It is normal to work as a worker and earn less. I am the master of the country, and I don't feel inferior to others even if I don't have enough food and clothing.
Zhou Xinglian would not be willing to do street stall business if the family had not been able to support it by herself. Deep down, she still felt that she was losing face. She was very happy that her son could help. She handed him a handful of small denomination bills and stuffed them into the pocket on her waist. Although she didn't know the specific number, the fifty and twenty yuan was a lot. , and looking at about half of the dishes left on the cart on the ground, it shouldn’t be a loss, there are still so many dishes.
