The Era of Hard Work

"Boss, Niubi!"

In front of the Mala Tang booth, a student who came often gave Lu Dong a thumbs up: "I was on TV yesterday, and I won a big prize!"

Lu Dong smiled modestly: "I just did a little thing, and I'm quite surprised."

The student watched the live broadcast: "What you do, put it in the school and study it properly."

It showed up on TV, and even everyone told it. It is impossible to admit a mistake after seeing it. Lu Dong had no choice but to pass a plate over and take the initiative to change the topic: "What to eat, choose yourself."

A few more students came over: "Everyone, come here and see if I lied to you! Look at the boss, isn't that right? Is it the one who appeared last night?"

Five or six people came over to watch Lu Dong. Lu Dong was helpless and said, "Students, Lu's Mala Tang is a century-old handicraft."

"Okay, let's try a few skewers."

Afterwards, people came to watch one after another. With one mouth and a hundred-year-old signboard, Lu Dong shifted his personal attention to Malatang.

However, only a small number of people actually mentioned it, and even on university campuses, not many people watched this kind of program.

As for the sensation and the like, it is obviously impossible.

When it was almost noon, Song Na came back from Quannan to buy goods, put them in the cart, and came to help Lu Dong sell Malatang.

Taking time to spare, Song Na said, "I watched it last night."

Lu Dong didn't have so many polite words with Song Na, so he said casually, "Is he handsome?"

Song Na recalled and said, "I am not as handsome as I am on TV."

Lu Dong laughed: "I think so too."

Song Na cleared the table and said, "It's only been a few days since you graduated from high school, and you have experienced so many things."

"I don't want to either." Lu Dong was also quite helpless: "The business is good, and I'm young, so they probably think I'm easy to deceive and bully."

Song Na nodded: "There are a lot of scammers now. When I came back, someone on the bus opened a can and won a lottery. That person won 1,000 yuan. Don't give a prize and want to exchange it for 500 yuan. It fell too fast."

Lu Dong said directly: "Don't bother with them, it's a 90% scam. Blackie, don't pay anyone who asks you to pay."

Song Na felt the same way: "Everyone who begs for food now doesn't want food. Two days ago, there was a thirteen-year-old child begging at the gate of the school. One of my classmates gave him the newly bought egg-filled biscuits, and the child just rolled his eyes at my classmates. , Said that they want money but not things.”

On the other side, when Zhao Juanjuan heard this, she leaned over and said, "In the village, anyone who begs from door to door doesn't want steamed buns, they just want money."

Song Na glanced at Zhao Juanjuan, painted her eyebrows and lipstick, and said, "Sister Juan, you are so beautiful today."

Zhao Juanjuan stretched out her hand and said, "This face is almost like a hand, I can't see it."

Maybe everyone has a physical problem. The low temperature was just close to zero, and some places on Zhao Juanjuan's hands began to turn red, showing signs of frostbite.

Lu Dong looked at it and said, "You have to keep warm."

Some people with special physique don't need the temperature to be too low. When the cold north wind blows, chilblains are easy to develop on the hands and faces.

Zhao Juanjuan sighed with a smile: "Why don't you keep warm when you're doing our job."

It is impossible to wear leather gloves to set up a stall outside to earn money, and besides, you have to deal with water frequently.

Song Na said: "I feel that sister Juan and I are two extremes. I don't get sunburnt, and sister Juan doesn't get cold."

Zhao Juanjuan touched her face, but luckily her face was fine: "It was better in previous years, and it started to freeze when it was below zero. This year, I can't hide even if I want to."

Lu Dong reassured: "We set up stalls and do small business to earn hard money. When the conditions are good, it will be much better to open a shop."

It is not easy for anyone to set up a small business here.

Zhao Juanjuan had nothing to do at the moment, stared at Song Na for a while, and asked, "Xiao Song, what kind of cosmetics do you use? It will become white after a few days."

Song Na smiled: "I'll just put on Dabao, nothing else."

Lu Dong interjected, "Heidan is a talent, you can't learn it, sister Juan."

"Don't be like me." Song Na sang with Lu Dong: "The summer sun is like that of Africans."

There were more and more people in the market, and Lu Dong quickly became busy, and occasionally someone would ask a few questions.

Lu Dong is patient, as long as he is not particularly busy, he will chat with others.

He won't just pull it like 2.58 million just because his business is good, and show his face to others.

Just after 11:30, Lu Dong's Mala Tang stand was full of people, and Qiao Weiguo's braised pork biscuits were also lined up in a long line.

In the whole market, they are still the best in business.

At half past one, the money on both sides counted a little, and the turnover was already in the thousands.

A big Crown came over and parked on the south sidewalk. Qian Rui entered the market with a follower in a shirt and a suit.

This is almost a regular customer who must come every day. When Qiao Weiguo saw him, he immediately put on his hat and mask, washed his hands and made sesame seed cakes. Zhao Juanjuan silently took out two new bowls specially prepared.

Qian Rui knew Lu Dong very well, so he came over to look at his stall and said, "I'm envious of your business."

Lu Dong smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, isn't your big boss making fun of me when you say that?"

Qian Rui took the stewed pork pancakes from Qiao Weiguo, came over and sat at a table next to Lu Dong, looking very happy.

Lu Dong casually asked: "Qian always has happy events?"

Qian Ruixin said that Lu Dong would indeed come, and said with a smile, "I just got the news this morning that there is a big job in the office area of ​​the East Business Center."

Lu Dong smiled: "Congratulations."

At this time, Zhao Juanjuan brought tofu nao over.

Qian Rui said: "Xiao Zhao, you tofu brain, you will think about it for a day without eating."

Zhao Juanjuan still smiled: "You can come here soon."

"Okay!" Qian Rui was in a really good mood: "That's it."

He waved at Song Na: "Little girl, bring your sauce and add it to the tofu brain, it tastes better."

Without waiting for Song Na to make a move, Lu Dong took a bowl and said, "Mr. Qian, you can add as you like."

Qian Rui added the sauce and asked, "Lv Dong, your sauce and braised pork biscuits have a very special taste. I have eaten snacks in many places, and there are very few that taste as authentic as yours."

Lu Dong said: "This is a century-old inheritance."

"We are old acquaintances." How could Qian Rui believe this: "Don't talk about such nonsense."

Lu Dong has a thick skin: "There is a century-old inheritance, and of course some improvements have been made in the future. It was mainly improved by my mother, and it can be regarded as my unique craft."

Qian Rui believed a little bit: "Unique craftsmanship, the only one with a booming business."

On the other side, Zhao Juanjuan poured the soy milk, because the time was a little long, and the soy milk was only slightly warm.

"It's not too hot." Zhao Juanjuan came over carrying it.

Qian Rui reached out to pick it up: "It's okay."

For some reason, Qian Rui didn't catch the bowl, but instead touched the edge of the bowl with his hand. The white porcelain bowl immediately turned towards Zhao Juanjuan, and a lot of soy milk spilled out and landed on Zhao Juanjuan's lap shoes.

There was a white stain on the tight jeans.

"Hey..." Zhao Juanjuan subconsciously stepped back.

Qian Rui hurriedly said: "Sorry! I'm sorry, I was too careless."

Zhao Juanjuan looked at Qian Rui, and smiled generously: "It's okay." She found out the paper: "Just wipe it off."

Qian Rui stood up and said, "I am wrong about this, your clothes are dirty. So, Xiao Zhao, I will pay you new ones."

Hearing this, Zhao Juanjuan was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "No, I'll just go back and wash it."

Qian Rui lowered his head and glanced: "And your shoes." Zhao Juanjuan also spilled some soy milk on a flat shoe, which looked ugly, and he seemed to apologize sincerely: "Xiao Zhao, I dirty it for you, of course you have to I pay."

Zhao Juanjuan said, "It's really unnecessary."

"If you don't accept my apology, I'll have no face to come back." Qian Ruihu said with a straight face: "Otherwise, I'll delay you for an hour, and you go to Quannan with me, lest it be inappropriate for me to buy it again."

"This..." Zhao Juanjuan was hesitating.

Qian Rui added: "I have a car, so it's convenient to go back and forth."

Zhao Juanjuan looked at the big crown on the south side of the market, and finally nodded: "Wait for me for a while, I'll wipe it off first."

Qian Rui smiled and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the car."

He is not giving Zhao Juanjuan a chance to repent.

Song Na was a little confused at the beginning, but now she will look at Qian Rui and Zhao Juanjuan, she seems to understand a little bit.

Qian Rui went straight out of the market and got into the car.

Song Na glanced at Lu Dong, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "This is..."

Lu Dong patted her arm lightly, thought for a while, and said to Zhao Juanjuan who squatted down to polish her shoes, "Sister Juan, your shoes and clothes are fine, so you don't need to go to Quannan?"

"People are kind." Zhao Juanjuan raised her head and said with a smile, "It's hard to refuse."

Since I came here in September, we have set up a stall together for a long time, and we have never had any conflicts, so Lu Dong said with a reminder: "Sister Juan, the big boss's car may not be easy to ride."

Zhao Juanjuan stood up, crumpled up the paper, and threw it into the trash can: "How do you know if you don't try?"

It's really hard to talk about this kind of personal matter, Lu Dong could see that Zhao Juanjuan understood what he meant.

Zhao Juanjuan said with a smile: "I know it myself." She said: "Help me look at the stall, I will be back in a while."

Lu Dong didn't want to say anything more, so he simply stopped talking.

Song Na watched as Zhao Juanjuan stepped out of the market step by step and got into the big black Crown.

"Lu Dong?" Song Na wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"This kind of private matter." Lu Dong shook his head: "We are outsiders, it's okay to remind me, it's useless to talk too much."

Song Na sat down with a Maza: "Maybe it's true love."

Lu Dong sat opposite her: "I hope so."

Similar things are not common in this era, but after a few years, it will become a common phenomenon.

Everyone has their own ambitions, not to mention outsiders, family members can't persuade them.

Suddenly, the tape recorder on Jiao Shougui's booth changed to a different song.

"You hold on to the memories and refuse to let them go. You never pay attention to others laughing at your stupidity. You know that this relationship has already been riddled with holes. You once fell in love with him desperately. You fell in love with his madness and even his lies..."

Jiao Shougui sat behind the tape booth, put his hand on the tape recorder, and didn't say a word.

Song Na stood up: "Let's clean up."

Lu Dong nodded: "Okay."

The two of them got busy together, with a lot of work at hand, and they couldn't manage so much.

After more than an hour, the big crown came back, and Zhao Juanjuan went into the market with the same clothes as before, but with a few more bags in her hand.

Lu Dong didn't say anything more, and heidan and Qiao Weiguo used bamboo sticks to thread kohlrabi.