Because I was angry, despite the hard work, I still persevered until the end of the construction period. However, we always stopped working in the middle of our work, and I liked to read books off work, so I only settled four or five hundred yuan by the time I finally settled the bill.

A few days after I got paid, Yunhua came to me again and asked me to sell fruit with him. So, what has Yun Hua been doing all year? He is still working under Yun Zhi, but at another construction site.

I heard him say that after he and I donated blood last year, I went to Zhengzhou to learn to be a chef, and he studied here as a salesman, but he didn't succeed in studying for a while, and finally spent all the money on his body. I didn't have any way, so I came to Yunzhi to do it again.

Now at the end of the year, he met a fellow villager in Zhumadian. The fellow sold fruit at a fruit market and helped him find a place to sell fruit as well.

He couldn't be busy alone, and his brother Guangyun didn't support him, so he thought of me. I told him that I didn't succeed in learning to cook at home last year, and I wanted to find a chef class in Beijing to learn again.

I don't even know what kind of psychology I had at that time, didn't I go to Nanyang and didn't succeed in my studies? Why do I still want to learn to be a chef? Didn't I already know that I couldn't pass the knife work level? Why do I still think like this?

I think there may be two reasons: one is because I am a person who has gone all the way to the dark, and the other is that I have a kind of fantasy in my heart. I may have fantasized that the chef class in Beijing can be a chef without knowing how to work as a knife.

Yunhua heard me say this, so he said to me, that's easy, you can help me sell fruits and learn to cook at the same time. At his persuasion, I agreed.

So I came to the house that Yunhua had rented beforehand. The house was a red-brick and blue-tiled house on the outskirts of Beijing, with a tricycle locked in front of the house, which Yunhua said he had just bought.

At night, we slept in that house, and at half past three in the morning, Yunhua didn't ask me to pedal on the tricycle and go out. It wasn't until about six o'clock that Yunhua returned. He came back with a breakfast in his hand and woke me up.

I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and after breakfast, got on his tricycle and went to a vegetable market. The fruit sellers lined up in two rows on both sides of the road, some selling apples, some selling bananas, and so on. Yunhuala's car is seedless.

After finding a suitable place, Yunhua handed me the scale, stuffed a cloth bag containing change into my hand, and said to me: "I get up early in the morning, go back to sleep for a while, and you sell here alone." I said, "Okay." ”

Not long after Yunhua left, the citizens of Beijing came to the vegetable market with their bags. At this time, the people on our fruit street began to shout at the top of their voices: "Apples, apples, Guoguang apples." ”

When the Beijingers heard the shouting, some people gathered around, and some people started to buy them. When I saw this, I wanted to shout. But I always feel shy. After hesitating and hesitating, he finally shouted: "Oranges, oranges, seedless tangerines!"

After the first shout, he looked around, and saw that no one was laughing, and then he became bold: "Oranges, oranges, seedless mandarins!" Sure enough, a few people gathered around. I'll weigh them for them.

By the time Yunhua came over, I had already sold almost two-thirds of the way. Yunhua nodded in appreciation to me, and then he asked me to taste the orange.

Yes, I've been busy for a long time, and I don't know what the oranges I sell taste like, so I peeled one and stuffed it into my mouth, and sure enough, it was crispy and sweet. After I finished eating, Na Yunhua asked me to go to our rented house for lunch.

After lunch, we sold the fruit together before going home. I saw that his business was okay, so I decided to partner with him. But I didn't forget to learn to be a chef, so Yunhua discussed with me and asked me to invest 300 yuan in him first, and the remaining 200 yuan to pay the tuition fee for the chef class.

I said, "Where is 200 yuan enough for tuition?" He said, "You can pay a third of the tuition fee first, and then it's not too late to pay when we make money selling fruit." "It's okay, but I don't know if the chef class is willing?" "You can ask tomorrow." Yunhua told me.

The next day, Yunhua went to sell fruit by himself and asked me to take the bus to the chef school. I don't remember exactly which chef school I was looking for, how far away that chef school was from us, but I remember that I paid my tuition quickly because the girl who paid for it was very beautiful.

The speech is very gentle and kind, which makes me think that people like me. So, I paid the money very quickly. Am I a pervert? I don't know. Anyway, if a girl treats herself well, I think people like me.

It's as simple as that! But if you think about it, what man doesn't?

When I came back after paying the tuition, Yunhua also asked me to help him sell fruits, and he went to the bus company to help me get a monthly pass, saying that it would save money by taking the bus this way. In this way, Yunhua gets up at half past three every morning, rides a tricycle to the fruit wholesale market to wholesale fruits, and when I come back, I pull it to sell, and a pound of fruit can earn three to five cents.

My chef class started in the afternoon, and after lunch, Yunhua came to replace me, and I went to the chef class to learn.

We were doing a good job, but someone broke in. He is Guohua. Who is Guohua? He is the younger brother of Shihua, who brought me here when I first came to Beijing. What is he doing?

He was also young at the time, only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he couldn't stand Yun Zhi's anger, just like I did last year. Working in this hotel for a few days, going into that restaurant for a few days, it's like fighting guerrillas. However, people don't have good luck every day.

Guohua also has times when he can't find a job. If you can't find a job, you will naturally starve, and when you starve, you will definitely have to find acquaintances. He didn't want to go to Yunzhi, so he found Yunhua. Yunhua saw that he was pitiful, so he took him in and asked him to sell fruit with me.

However, Guohua has a problem, that is, he is not smart and wants to pretend to be smart. At that time, when Beijingers bought fruits, in order to prevent us from missing two catties, they would secretly carry a spring scale in their sleeves. Every time you sell something to him is weighed in one go, he immediately takes out the spring scale and weighs it again.

If you don't have enough, they'll laugh at you. Yunhua explained this matter to me, so I put the scale on nine halves when weighing things, and then let it be more prosperous. In this way, the people of Beijing use a spring to weigh a rule, which is just one catty, no more, no less.

It is said that I am so impartial, but as soon as that Guohua came, I had to rush to weigh things. And he also knows that he always gives things to others. At first, Yunhua and I couldn't see that he didn't know the name, we just felt that the business was at a loss, and I didn't know why.

Later, Na Yunhua somehow saw it, so he tried him. Na Yunhua once came to the two of us, weighed a pound of fruit, and asked him how much it was. He took the weighing rod, lowered his head and looked carefully at it with his eyes for a long time before he said slowly, "Eight taels." ”

"Eight or two balls!" Yun Hua snatched the scale rod from his hand and reprimanded him: "You are not allowed to weigh in the future, let him weigh it." "When he finished, look at me with his eyes. That Guohua felt embarrassed, so he went to find a job by himself.

This book was first published in Reading Books