The Era of Hard Work

On Saturday, the weather was cloudy, very cold, and the north wind was blowing non-stop. People who were cold didn't want to stretch out their hands, but there were many people at the Mala Tang stall. From 9:00 am to 2:00 am, the least sold With more than 5,000 strings, Lu Dong was so busy that his hands were almost steaming, and no one could feel the cold.

Having just brought goods from the newly bought house, Song Na came from the south carrying two heavy black bags, and put them into the trailer as usual.

Lu Dong has already tidied up the hygiene here, opened the stove vent, and waved to her: "Come here to warm up."

Song Na wore a pointed wool hat, a black down jacket and dark blue sweatpants, a pair of black sneakers on her feet, thick gloves on her hands, and a big mask on her face.

It can be said to be armed to the teeth.

When he came to Lu Dong's side, he took off the big mask, revealing a face that had completely turned into a light wheat color, and looked at Lu Dong: "Aren't you cold?"

For the convenience of work, Lu Dong was wearing a slightly worn-out black padded jacket, which seemed a bit flimsy at first glance.

"It's quite thick." Lu Dong stretched out his arm, "Touch it."

Song Na looked at Lu Dong's flushed hands, as if she didn't care about touching them, pinched the sleeves of his padded jacket, took out a pair of rubber gloves from her pocket, and stuffed them to Lu Dong: "Wearing them won't affect your work, just touch the water and vegetables. How much better."

Lu Dong was not polite, so he took it apart and tried it.

Song Na took out another pair from another pocket, turned around and shouted, "Guo Wei!"

Qiao Weiguo, with a bald head in the cold weather, was busy counting money, when he saw Song Na, he greeted cheerfully: "Hei Dan, you are here!"

"Go on!" Song Na threw the glove over.

Qiao Weiguo reached out to catch it: "Thank you."

Song Na took a Mazar, sat in front of the stove, took off her gloves to warm her hands, looked at his red hands, and said, "You have to pay attention, if your hands are cold for one year, they will be cold every year."

Lu Dong nodded: "I know, I'm usually very careful."

Song Na grabbed his wrist and took a closer look, only to find that it was full of small holes, one by one, as if countless pairs of small eyes had been opened.

But she didn't say anything pretentious. She came from a very ordinary family in the countryside, and she worked a lot in winter. The open-air market, where the north wind was blowing, was up all day long.

"It's fine." Lu Dong smiled, "I'll take care of it when the spring warms up next year."

He pointed at Song Na's pale wheat-colored face: "You have been raised and turned into a beautiful female college student."

Song Na was already beautiful, her skin became whiter, and her appearance soared.

Lu Dong looked at Song Na's down jacket, and said, "I wanted to remind you a while ago, buy some clothes when it's cold, girl, be nice to yourself."

Song Na laughed: "Look at what you said, you are so old-fashioned, as if you are how many years older than me." She paused for a while, and said in detail: "There are many clothes sold in the West Market, and they are also cheap. I will buy them when it is cold. By the way, I bought some new clothes for my parents, it’s even more difficult in the mountains in winter.”

Lu Dong asked again: "How is your business?"

"It's not as good as it started, but it's still earning a lot." Song Na said simply: "From the time I finished my military training to here, I will already have enough for next year's tuition and living expenses."

She thought for a while, and then said: "I also bought some thermal products this time, which should be sold."

Lu Dong thought of something: "Auntie the dorm manager didn't stop you?"

Song Na smiled: "As you said, I give people some small gifts every time I go. It's very useful."

The two understood each other and laughed around the stove.

Song Na turned to look at Qiao Weiguo, and asked, "Auntie didn't come?"

"It's too cold, I didn't let her come, and the daily necessities are not selling very well." Lu Dong didn't need to hide from Song Na: "This business is coming to an end, and I won't sell daily necessities after I get rid of the leftovers. gone."

Song Na looked to the north: "There are too many daily necessities." She felt warm and asked, "What work, let's do it?"

Lu Dong was not polite to her, he found chopped kohlrabi, soaked fungus and bamboo sticks, and said, "Put vegetables."

The north wind was blowing coldly, Lu Dong looked for something good, and said, "Heidan, sit on the south side and lower your head a little."

Song Na was thin, and she sat according to Lu Dong's instructions. Lu Dong sat on the north side of the table, and she was already strong. After sitting upright, the wind from the north was almost completely blocked by him.

The vegetable slices were cold in her hands, but Song Na's heart was warm.

Just as Qiao Weiguo was about to come over to help, a middle-aged man with big ears entered the market and said to Qiao Weiguo, "Two braised pork biscuits, ten biscuits."

He put eight dollars into the money box.

Lu Dong turned his head and looked over. In the past week, the middle-aged man came to buy biscuits for the third time.

Song Na also looked over there, because she knew that Lu Dong had seen through many so-called old worlds, so she moved closer through the folding table, and asked in a low voice, "Is there something wrong?"

The middle-aged man bought the biscuits and went straight out of the market.

Lu Dong looked away and said, "The old couple playing the erhu should be his parents. Among the begging children, two are his children."

Song Na looked at the man, not to mention that he was well-dressed, but neatly dressed, and said, "There are really all kinds of people."

The two of them didn't talk much, they were chatting while doing dishes, and their fingers were numb from the cold, so they took a break.

Because on weekends, people come to buy Malatang from time to time, and Lu Dong's stove has never stopped. When there is no one, he will take some cooked slightly spicy skewers and eat with Song Na.

Song Na ate the skewered fish tofu and said, "You and your aunt made this sauce. It tastes really good after brushing it. You can make a fortune selling the sauce in the future."

Lu Dong said: "The main reason is that my mother is good at handicrafts, and I belong to the dipped class."

In the past, I was able to get a down payment on a house, but it was actually because of Hu Chunlan's improved food.

Thinking back, Lu Dong felt that he was unbelievable when he was young.

Among normal people, the two only lasted for a few years, but he was good in the past, and lasted for more than ten years.

When Song Na finished eating the skewers and was wiping her mouth, she remembered something: "I heard that another classmate received a call from Tian Dabang, encouraging them to go to the south to make a lot of money."

Thinking of Tian Chuanjie, Lu Dong had nothing to do but sigh, and asked, "Did you go?"

Song Na shook her head lightly: "No, Wen Yue has passed on the information to many classmates, and classmates have passed on to classmates, and the information has been spread widely."

Lu Dong said casually: "Once you go to MLM, it's as deep as the sea, and it's as difficult as the sky to go back."

More and more customers came from behind, and Lu Dong and Song Na quickly became busy, too busy to say a word.

It was getting dark, and the lights on the square were turned on. At some point, some snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Lv Dong and Qiao Weiguo set up two big parasols that had been prepared to cover the stalls respectively.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and finally turned into a vast expanse of whiteness. The number of people in the stalls became less and less, and at half past six, all the people in Lu Dong's stall were gone.

Lu Dong rushed to the other side and shouted: "Weiguo! Clean it up, let's retreat too!"

Jiao Shougui and Jiao Sanhei had already cleaned up the stall, one helped Qiao Weiguo clean up the stewed meat stall, and the other came to help Lu Dong and Song Na.

There are few adults in Xue, and there are many construction sites, Lu Dong is worried, so he specifically told: "Hei Dan, I will send you back later."

Song Na was not in a hurry: "Close the stall first."

After taking out the garbage, cleaning up, putting the tables, chairs and benches into the car, Lu Dong rode on the car, put on his helmet and prepared to go to the school.

Song Na got into the back seat of the car: "I'll unload the car for you."

The snow was heavy, and a layer fell on his head at this moment. Lu Dong didn't talk nonsense, turned on the fire and hurried to Xuefu Wenyuan, walked in from the sales area, parked at the gate of the small courtyard in the south, got off and searched for the key to open the door.

Song Na heard from Lu Dong and asked, "Is this your elder brother's house?"

"No." Lu Dong opened the door and came back to carry things: "I just bought it two days ago!"

Song Na came to move together, the two of them went into the yard, put the things into the storage room, Lu Dong shook his head to shake off the snow, and patted Song Na's hat lightly, snowflakes fell on it.

Lu Dong continued to move, and Song Na followed from behind.

He looked back, Hei Dan was not wearing a big mask, his face was flushed from the cold, and he said, "Your money is right, just buy a house here! You can make a profit without losing money!"

Song Na smiled and said, "I have to work harder!"

After unloading the car, Qiao Weiguo pulled another car over, removed the body of the car and dragged it into the yard together.

If Hu Chunlan doesn't come, Qiao Weiguo will ride the newly bought second-hand Jialing motorcycle.

The three of them returned to the market, and the snow was getting heavier and heavier. Lu Dong first told Jiao Shougui and Jiao Sanhei to go home quickly, then sent Qiao Weiguo away, packed the remaining things, let Song Na get in the car, and sent her back to school.

The people in the market were almost gone, and there were few students on the way, so Lu Dong was worried.

Song Na sat in the back seat, grabbed Lu Dongjun's coat, and patted his helmet lightly: "Okay!"

Lu Dong turned on Wenhua Road and headed north. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground. The heavy snow blocked his view and the snow was easy to slip. His riding speed was not fast.

The market is very close to the Institute of Physical Education, and the car stops at the door in just two or three minutes.

Song Na got out of the car, went to carry her bag on the back of the car, and asked, "Are you coming tomorrow?"

Lu Dong looked up at the sky: "Snow will come if it is not a disaster!"

Song Na said: "I'm fine on Sunday, I'll help you..."

Hearing about Sunday, Lu Dong remembered something he had almost forgotten: "Sister Juan and Qian Rui's wedding tomorrow, Sister Juan asked me if you would go."

Song Na didn't know Zhao Juanjuan very well, and said, "I won't go, the wedding banquet is at noon, you go, I'll help you look after the stall."

Lu Dong waved his hand: "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Song Na put on two bags and said, "The weather is bad, go back slowly."

Lu Dong nodded slightly, and said to her, "Go back quickly, I'll see you enter the school gate."

"Okay." Song Na smiled brighter than Snow Flower: "See you tomorrow."

Song Na walked towards the school gate, leaving two rows of long footprints.

It wasn't until Song Na entered the school gate that Lu Dong started his motorcycle and left.

The roads were covered with snow, and some roads had ice bumps made of rotten onion mud. Lu Dong was a cautious person, and his speed was not much faster than that of a bicycle.

In the middle of passing the high-speed bridge hole and going downhill, he slightly braked and got off the motorcycle, and the motorcycle began to skid. Fortunately, it was only a light brake, and the car did not lose control.

Lu Dong looked at the hole of the high-speed bridge, and wondered how many people had car accidents in the hole of the bridge every year.

Therefore, the next day when the snow stopped, Lu Dong was careful when walking from here. On the freezing road, the snow, especially the compacted snow, was like a freezing trap.

When he arrived at the University City, Lu Dong saw at least seven or eight people who fell down on foot or on bicycles.

There was a person riding a Mustang 100 motorcycle, because he was avoiding the brakes of a fallen person, and he fell directly.

Fortunately, the speed of the car was very slow and everyone was fine.