Chapter 852

In the middle of the market is a two-story non-staple food mall. There are still a circle of shops in the structure of the mall. There are dozens of shops on three floors inside and outside, large and small. All of them are small businessmen who operate a living.

In the 1990s, a market house of 100000 yuan was enough to buy two buildings. However, in order to make a living, even if small traders bought their own houses and land, they had to buy them. Without a place to live, they could make do on the second floor of the market house. Without the business of living, family survival could not be maintained.

There are many people in the big market, and the sanitary conditions are not good. Because a large number of people live in the market, but the market room is not equipped with a living bathroom, you can see families carrying garbage cans and dumping domestic garbage and feces into the water well outside the door all morning.

All kinds of garbage stink outside. There are people in the shop who have to make a fire to cook, do small business and live in the big market, which is very much like the slums in foreign countries in Shen Dapeng's impression.

Shen Dapeng seldom came to the big market before. First, buying vegetables and cooking has always been the mother's business. Second, the environment is dirty and poor. Walking in the big market, maybe that foot will step on the excreta of unknown people. There are all kinds of pungent smell, which always makes people feel that they are about to be poisoned.

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

If it had been in the past, Shen Dapeng would have turned around and left without hesitation when he saw the market environment and smelled the smell of the sky. But now he knows that it is not easy to be a human being, and he can feel the hardships and hardships of life. Looking at the small traders in the market who ignore the mess in order to survive and make money, he feels respectful.

Perhaps the most simple people deserve more understanding and respect.

The winter in the North turns into ice. The taste in the market is not as unbearable as that in summer. In the last period of purchasing new year goods before last year, farmers in villages and towns around Qingshu county also rush to the county's big market to do new year goods.

Before the 15th day of the first month, there are few buses from villages and towns to the county. People should try their best to prepare for the Rations between the 30th day of the new year and the 15th day of the first month of the first month. Among them, big fish and meat are naturally the first choice for the Spring Festival. Therefore, the first half month of the new year can be described as the most popular period of business in the big market.

Every new year's festival is the busiest and most tired time for merchants, but it is also the time when they make the most money and are the happiest. If they can choose, maybe merchants will hope that every day is a holiday, even if they are a little tired, they can at least make money, instead of working for more than ten hours a day as usual. They can only earn enough to support their families.

In the non-staple food mall, people are next to each other and their feet are close to each other. If they don't pay attention, they may step on others alive and be stepped on by others. It's not too much to say that it's a sea of people. Shen Dapeng and his mother crowded around in the crowd, walking and stopping, choosing the ingredients needed for the new year.

For pork, beef, chicken and fresh vegetables, my mother could chat with the stall owner wherever she went, while Shen Dapeng followed behind to carry bags and vegetables.

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

"Sister Liu, your son won honor for our county. He must be the top scholar in the country. He must be promising in the future."

"Sister Liu, your son looks like you. He looks good, but he's too thin. You have to buy more meat!"

"Sister Liu..."

Liu Fengxia often introduces her son to others. She can listen to everyone's praise for the son of the champion Lang, and her face is filled with a satisfied smile. Maybe this is not a low-key show off, but no one doesn't give envious eyes. After all, most people live for their children. Who doesn't want their children to honor their ancestors?

Shen Dapeng just followed around the market and immediately became a hot topic. It is inevitable that he has become what everyone calls "other people's children". It is estimated that these parents will hold a meeting for their children in the evening.

"Mom, do you know them well? At least a dozen people will talk to you around the shopping circle. "

Shen Dapeng was carrying a pile of food materials, big bags and small packages, with a full weight of more than ten kilograms, but it was obviously not heavy for him.

"Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, they open the door to do business every day. I come to buy vegetables every three or five times. Even if I'm familiar with it for a long time, I've accounted for your light since you became the number one scholar in the country. I've made some fame in this market. You boy, I don't hurt you in vain."

Liu Fengyun, who is in his forties, is actually holding his son's wrist like a little girl. It seems that he is showing off to everyone that such an excellent child is my son. You... Only have greedy eyes.

"Mom, if you bring me to buy vegetables every day, it's estimated that their children will go crazy."

Looking at his mother's kind face, Shen Dapeng suddenly had the impulse to hold his mother. However, due to the inconvenient ingredients in his hands, he had to give up his idea.

"I don't care about them. My own son is promising and won't let me show off? Then I've lived in vain all my life? "

"You still have the husband of a deputy county magistrate. Why don't you show off?"

"Your father? Ignore him. My son is promising. I still care about him? "

Liu Fengyun pointed to the stall selling dry goods in front of him. "I'll buy some spices there. Just wait for me at the door. Find a tricycle. It's five yuan for a taxi, and only two yuan for a tricycle."

"OK." Shen Dapeng estimated that his mother was tired of showing off, and he didn't like the feeling of being praised. The peddler said he was envious, but in fact it was just a way of communication. Even if he was too busy, he had to praise him a few words. Finally, it was just to sell goods to his mother. It was not hypocritical, but it was always careful and purposeful.

When his mother went to buy seasoning, Shen Dapeng returned to the original road and arrived at the front door of the big market. There was a neat row outside. Seven or eight human tricycles were waiting at the door according to the rules. The tricycles were buckled with a frame made of transparent plastic cloth, which could play a role in preventing wind and snow in winter. It was also a very humanized service.

These tricycles still pay attention to rules, queue up in order, and do not fight or rob, which can reduce a lot of quarrels and contradictions.

Shen Dapeng didn't want to disturb the so-called rules, but his mother was still shopping. It should take a few minutes to get out. In order not to delay the business of the first tricycle, he directly chose the last one. When he got on the bus, he immediately noticed that several other tricycle masters cast strange eyes.

"Young man, go and take the car in front. We have rules and are all in line." Separated by a layer of foggy plastic cloth, the tricycle master pointed to the first car in front and whispered, but there was nothing he could do.