(twelve)
It will always work.
She could see clearly that Xiang Yu was not hopeless.
At the very least, after bowing to her master who suddenly appeared, he was sincere.
In this way, after two days of preparation, Xiang Yu went out with his handmade wooden utensils.
Xiang Yu's expression was extremely dull, like a taut drumhead. He found an empty spot on the long street, leaned against the wall, and stared at the pedestrians coming and going.
He also wanted to imitate other vendors, hawking loudly, and soliciting customers with a smile, but he found that his mouth today was as if his mouth was sewn shut, unable to make any sound, and unable to raise the corners of his mouth at night.
Tall and strong like an iron tower, pedestrians can't help but retreat.
Sunge:......
Sunge, who was secretly watching from a short distance away, felt deeply amused.
It feels like this is not for business, but for punishment.
The sun above our heads is rising higher and higher, dispelling the coolness of late autumn.
The long street became more and more bustling, and the air was filled with faint fragrance and noisy noises.
But for Xiang Yu, the excitement belongs to others, and only loneliness belongs to him.
Is it because the woodware he made is not exquisite enough?
The street was full of people, but few stopped in front of his stall. They even looked away from him after just one glance, pulling his companions to hide away.
He just wanted to sell it to earn some copper coins, not to kill anyone!
Xiang Yu was indignant, his expression became more and more serious, and he could not help but reveal his evil spirit.
As a result, the pedestrian ran faster.
In the middle of the sunshine, pedestrians on the long street are returning home to eat one after another. The vendors take out dry biscuits from the baskets they carry with them, add water to them, and fill their stomachs one bite at a time.
Xiang Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also hungry.
The most important manifestation was that he could not stand still and had sat on the floor regardless of his image.
Xiang Yu's eyes glanced at the vendors on the side intentionally or unintentionally, as if the rough dry biscuits were the best delicacy in the world.
The vendor suddenly couldn't swallow anymore, turned around, took out another dry biscuit and handed it to Xiang Yu carefully.
Xiang Yu:......
Xiang Yu's face felt hot and he didn't know whether he should answer it or not.
"Eat, eat."
Xiang Yu took the pancake and swallowed it in one bite.
"Thank you very much, brother. I will thank you deeply."
The vendor took a look at Xiang Yu's outfit. He was wearing low-quality coarse cloth clothes, his long hair was pulled back, and he had no gold or jade accessories, only a dead branch.
Thank you very much?
What can I express my gratitude for?
The peddler waved his hand indifferently, maybe it was love for a piece of cake. The peddler's fear of Xiang Yu weakened slightly, he sighed, and persuaded with sincerity: "Little brother, since you have become a market disciple, your mouth must be sweet and your waist must be sweet." If you bend, your heart will live.”
They are just market members, peddlers and pawns, not even serious businessmen.
"It's impossible to open a business like you did."
"If this continues, how will we be able to support our wives, children, and children at home?"
Xiang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, he understood the truth.
"Yes, just laugh."
"Your smile is too cold. If you raise the corners of your mouth and narrow your eyes a little, yes, that's it."
"This looks much nicer."
"peace brings money."
The peddler took the opportunity to point out.
Smiling all over your face, even if it's just a superficial smile, has a significant effect.
“Not only do you have to laugh, you also have to sell at the top of your lungs.”
"Compared with selling what you have and allowing your family to continue living, dignity and face are not worth mentioning at all."
"I'll shout and you'll learn."
For those at the bottom, just staying alive consumes all their energy.
I don't have the energy to care about the things next to me.
"Do not miss passing through."
"Come to my place and take a look. Opportunities don't come every day."
“Use it with confidence and buy it boldly.”
"You can't buy it and suffer a loss, you can't buy it and you can't be fooled."
Under the eager gaze of the hawker, Xiang Yu finally choked out the sound in his throat that had been blocked all morning.
Hoarse, low.
The vendor couldn't help but frown and sighed in disgust.
"You have to be confident, otherwise how can you make people believe that your stuff is good?"
Xiang Yu pursed his lips, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to recite it word for word.
"Where's the passion?"
"Where's the expression?"
“One person also has to create a feeling of excitement and passion.”
“Imagine you’re doing what you most want to do right now.”
As soon as these words came out, Xiang Yu's aura became even more intimidating.
What he wanted to do most was to lead thousands of troops to destroy Qin.
The vendor shivered suddenly, and even the hot sunlight above his head couldn't dispel the chill in his heart.
"Don't even think about it!"
The vendor reminded him tremblingly with lingering fear.
What on earth are you thinking of that could cost someone's life?
"Just clear all your thoughts, smile at the top of your voice, and shout at the top of your lungs!"
It's better to be smiling than to scare people to death.
It seems that the little brother next to him used to have a prosperous family, but he still became a workman.
Bitter.
He is suffering, and everyone is suffering.
Under the guidance of the hawker, Master Xiang finally opened the business when the sun was about to set after a busy day.
Xiang Yu looked at the copper plate in his hand with mixed feelings.
Disaster!
How difficult!
It turns out that it is so difficult to survive.
Xiang Yu tilted his head and asked the peddler who was gulping water to moisten his throat, "Isn't it true that the head of Guizhou is working on his own land and admits that the land is privately owned?"
“Why don’t you farm?”
The vendor hissed softly, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Farming?"
"As long as the local powerful people get through the officials, they can legally take all the fields they originally occupied as their own. This land is still in the hands of those nobles and powerful people. We don't even have the land that belongs to us in name."
“If you want to farm, you have to rent land from the powerful.”
"In this way, we have to pay both government taxes and rents to the powerful."
"When God gives us food, we may still have some surplus food, but if there is a slight natural disaster, we won't even be able to pay these two taxes."
"After working hard all year long, I still owe the rich and powerful in taxes."
"It's difficult."
The hawker became more and more sad as he talked, and Xiang Yu's heart became heavier and heavier.
The rich have endless fields, but the poor have no place to stand.
Is it right or wrong to use Guizhou's head to cultivate its own land?
In fact, as the small businessman said, he and his uncle were on the run and had no land, but they were never short of money.
Not because they have the Midas touch, but because they are in cahoots with the powerful.
As the sun set, Xiang Yu looked at the last bright color on the horizon and once again thought of the question her master asked her.
Does he want to be the savior of the nobles or the hero of the world?
The one emperor of the ages as mentioned by Master should be the one who chose the people of the world.
But, in the end, a life of hard work is like drawing water from a bamboo basket in vain, and no one thinks half of it.
The nobles deserve to live, so can people like small traders just crawl around and live in obscurity?
