Dongmei ran two steps, and she felt that she couldn't run.

However, when he thought of his son, he didn't have the money to marry a daughter-in-law......

's own son, who still has to fight a single, Dongmei suddenly didn't know where the strength came from, and ran again.

I saw that Dongmei followed the film boy and walked around from the street to the door of China Mobile......

Then, following the door of China Mobile, I ran to the back of the public toilet......

Then from the back of the public toilet, I ran to Weiyang Road.

After arriving at Weiyang Road, the chengguan obviously stopped chasing.

Dongmei glanced back at the back and found that the few chengguan who had chased and intercepted them just now were gone.

At this time, Dongmei, she threw the box into the green belt next to her, and then sat on the ground.

Dongmei, who was sitting on the ground, was tired, her face was pale, and she was cold.

She felt her heart beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of her mouth.

Dongmei pressed her chest hard.

She felt terrible.

A feeling of dying rushed into Dongmei's mind.

Dongmei touched the heart-saving pill from her pocket, and thought to herself, she can't die, she must not die.

If you can't do it, you have to give it to your son Taotao, marry your daughter-in-law and die.

As she spoke, Dongmei threw a heart-saving pill into her mouth, and then swallowed it.

After taking three Heart-Saving Pills in a row, Dongmei felt that the symptoms of dying were relieved a lot.

Still, she felt uncomfortable.

She was nauseous, wanted to throw up, and panicked.

Dongmei sat on the ground for a while.

She thought to herself, could it be that her blood sugar has dropped?

So, Dongmei reached out and felt the candy in her pocket.

Because Dongmei is a severe diabetic, her blood sugar often goes up and down.

When your blood sugar is high, you need to exercise to lower it.

When your blood sugar is low, you need to replenish sugar as soon as possible.

Therefore, carrying candy with you has become a habit in Dongmei's life.

But today, because Dongmei came out in a hurry, she forgot to put candy in her pocket.

Dongmei knew that if her blood sugar continued to be low, she might have a cardiac arrest because of low blood sugar.

Therefore, Dongmei must immediately find some candy or something to eat to replenish her blood sugar.

So, Dongmei tightened her teeth, picked up the box, and walked along Weiyang Road towards a short distance.

When Dongmei insisted on walking 500 meters, she really couldn't walk.

Moreover, due to the continuous deterioration of low blood sugar, Dongmei already felt dizzy.

The vision of her eyes is also blurry.

When she saw a bakery not far away, Dongmei rushed in with the box.

After entering, Dongmei casually took out a loaf of bread from the glass window.

She asked the cashier and said, "Master, how much is this bread?"

The cashier looked Dongmei up and down, and then said, "Twenty-six." ”

Hearing that a loaf of bread was asking for twenty-six, Dongmei was surprised and said, "How expensive is a loaf of bread?"

The cashier explained to Dongmei and said, "Auntie, this is cheese bread, which is already the cheapest bread in our store." ”

Hearing that in the bakery in front of him, the cheapest bread cost twenty-six yuan, Dongmei didn't care about his physical discomfort, he put down the bread in his hand and walked out.

However, as soon as she took two steps out, Dongmei felt that her legs were weak and she couldn't walk anymore.

No way, Dongmei came back again.

She looked at the camper and said, "Master, do you have any cheaper bread in your store?"

The cashier pointed to an inconspicuous corner of the store, and said, "That bread, it's about to expire, it's cheap to deal with, eight dollars." ”

Hearing that the bread that was about to expire would cost eight yuan, Dongmei thought to herself, eight yuan could buy more than 20 steamed buns.

However, Dongmei's body no longer listens to her call.

The continuous reduction of sugar beard severely ravages Dongmei's body.

No way, Dongmei gritted her teeth, took out eight yuan from her pocket, and bought the most expensive bread she had ever bought in her life.

After getting the bread, Dongmei gobbled it up and ate it.

Soon, Dongmei's blood sugar rose.

Half an hour later, Dongmei felt that her body had basically returned to normal.

After her body returned to normal, Dongmei hugged the box and walked aimlessly.

As she walked, she shed tears.

She said in her heart that she originally came out to earn money and marry a daughter-in-law for her son, why didn't she earn a penny, and she spent eight yuan to buy a bag to eat?

Dongmei felt extremely uncomfortable.

She recalled when she was young, selling steamed buns in the Ganquan base in northern Shaanxi.

At that time, Dongmei sold steamed buns for a year, and realized her dream of 10,000 yuan households.

But now, when I came out to do business again, not only did I not earn a penny, but I almost died.

Dongmei suddenly felt that she was very useless.

She felt that she was living as if she was a burden to her family.

Dongmei thought in her heart, if Wei Guo had any illness, it would be best to transfer it to her.

If you die, you'll be gone.

Wei Guo still has a job, he has not retired yet, at least he can still earn money.

Unconsciously, Dongmei walked and rested, and walked and came to the sixth intersection of Windy City.

At the sixth intersection of Windy City, Dongmei finally saw that several migrant workers wearing hard hats passed by.

Dongmei realized that a business opportunity was coming.

So, she prepares to open the box and sell her gloves.

However, she suddenly saw a Wuling Hongguang van parked not far away.

Dongmei, who is like a frightened bird, thinks that all Wuling Hongguang vans are chengguan cars.

She didn't dare to stop, hugged the box, and walked again.

After a while, Dongmei walked to the streets of Zhangjiabao.

At this time, Dongmei suddenly saw the urban village opposite.

I can't help but see Dongmei's eyes, which is bright.

Due to the rapid development of the provincial capital, all the urban villages on the fourth road of Windy City have been demolished.

Therefore, when Dongmei took out the gloves, she didn't think of going to the urban village to sell gloves at all.

While crossing the road, Dongmei looked at the workers wearing hard hats in the urban village, crowded with people.

She said in her heart that in this urban village, it is estimated that gloves are easy to sell, and she is not afraid of urban management.

When Dongmei walked into the urban village of Zhangjiabao, she finally arrived, the world of her own.

Dongmei saw that the urban village in front of her was a different world than the bustling high-rise buildings outside.

In the urban village, the plainly dressed and busy migrant workers are a different group of people than the white-collar workers who are gorgeously dressed outside.

Dongmei put her box next to a stall selling second-hand clothes.

Before opening the box, Dongmei didn't forget to ask the old woman who sold second-hand clothes.

She said: "Eldest sister, there is no chengguan here, right?"

The eldest sister smiled and said: "This is a paradise for our migrant workers, where is the city management."

You can go about your business with confidence. ”

Although Dongmei has lived in the provincial capital for eight years, she always feels that she belongs to the world in the urban village, not to the people in the bustling city.

Moreover, Dongmei looked at the people in the urban village, and she felt unusually kind.

Each other not only has a common language, but also a common vernacular.

Dongmei nodded, and after thanking the old woman, she began to sell her gloves.

At this time, it is the peak time to get off work.

Wave after wave of migrant workers came from outside and went out.

Dongmei shouted and said, "Walk by, don't miss it."

The gloves worn by oil workers are guaranteed to be worn without being worn and that they are not stupid to work......"

Before Dongmei could finish speaking, several migrant workers who were very low and spoke Sichuan dialect came over.

They looked at Dongmei, the gloves in the box, and said, "How much is your glove?"

Dongmei looked at the workers in front of her and guessed that they were construction workers, so she said, "Three yuan a pair, to ensure that you construction workers will not be worn for a while." ”

When I heard the gloves in front of me, I asked for three yuan a pair, a few construction workers, and I felt that the price was a bit high.

They said, "The gloves we usually wear are only a pair of dollars a piece, and your gloves cost three dollars, which is too expensive." ”

Hearing that the workers in front of her were too expensive, she immediately explained to the workers, saying, "The gloves you are wearing are thread gloves, and they can only be worn for three days, so they are sold for a pair of pieces."

You see, my gloves are completely canvas.

And the palms of the hands are still leather.

It's not leather, but it's artificial leather, and it can resist wear and tear......"

Dongmei's words seemed to move the construction workers in front of her.

One of the construction workers, with a mustache, said, "Your gloves, although good, are still a bit expensive.

If it's two dollars a pair, we'll buy one pair each. ”

Dongmei smiled, she said: "These gloves, but they are worn by oil workers, what kind of environment are they, it is much worse than the environment of you construction workers."

Our gloves are quality-assured.

In this way, let's not talk about three pieces, two pieces and five pairs, if you want it, take it, if you don't want it, forget it. ”

Hearing this, several construction workers did not negotiate the price again, and one took a pair and left.

In the blink of an eye, five pairs of gloves were sold, and more than a dozen yuan was credited to the account, and Dongmei felt much better.

Next, Dongmei shouted all the way and bargained with the construction workers passing by.

In less than half an hour, all the boxes of gloves were sold.

Although a box of gloves came down, it didn't sell for fifteen or two thousand as Dongmei expected.

Although there is only a little more than a thousand in the account, Dongmei is already very excited.

After all, Dongmei, who is fifty-three years old, has not come out to do business since she suffered from diabetes at the age of forty.

After selling the last pair of gloves, Dongmei threw the cardboard box into the trash can next to her.

She smiled happily.

After laughing, Dongmei looked at the time on her phone, it was already half past twelve.

Wei Guo has already gotten off work, and it is time for him to go home and cook for Wei Guo.

So, Dongmei crossed the street.

With the more than 1,000 quick money in her pocket, she took the No. 600 bus to rush back.

At one o'clock, Dongmei finally arrived home.

As soon as she entered the door, she smelled a fragrant smell of her face.

It turned out that Wei Guo saw that Dongmei was not at home, so he cooked by himself.

Wei Guo saw that Dongmei was back, and he hurriedly asked, "Where have you been, have you eaten?"

Dongmei did not answer Wei Guo, but took more than a thousand yuan and put it on the table.

She said: "Weiguo, this is what I earned one morning when I went out to work......

What do you think, do you make more money?"