Recently, the economy of street stalls has been very hot. Who hasn’t set up street stalls before. If there is enough first-line mixing in the future, it is not going to go home and go to work.
I was born and raised in a rural area since I was a child, and many readers must be from the village. A few days ago, I posted it to Moments, around June, which is also the harvest season. I had just graduated and interviewed for a job, but during this time I chose to go home and help my family harvest wheat and other crops.
Many people may not understand. Farmers suffer a lot, suffer a lot, and have a small harvest. If they find a good job, one month’s salary may be enough for the family’s one year’s income. They are struggling to go home and do that work. This year's special circumstances, the gains outweigh the losses.
From the economic point of view, one year’s income is really not as good as one month’s income outside. As a child from the countryside, after all, the countryside is our native place and we have a special feeling for the countryside.
After all, the countryside is the original place of life. What we eat now is grown by farmers in the ground. Being a human being, naturally we can’t forget our roots. At this time of the year, no matter how busy we are, we have to go home and see and help. Do what you can, not for how much money you can make, at least you can feel at ease in a native place.
Talking about street stalls today, in addition to planting some land in rural areas, there is a little reserve of funds to set up street stalls. No exception, n years ago, when I was in elementary school, my family also set up a street stall. I am a person who can toss very much. I must be influenced by my dad. My dad loves toss. Sometimes he loses money and makes screams, but he is also happy.
Back in those days, really, the most beautiful thing is that after elementary school, my father rides a motorcycle to pick me up and eats a bowl of ramen beside a street stall. My appetite is very small. Every time I eat a small bowl, my dad eats a big bowl. If he can't eat it, he will pour it all into the old man's bowl.
The street stalls here are not just a random shop on the ground to buy things, but a variety of mobile roadside snacks, stir-fries, skewers, etc., all called roadside stalls, which is the street stall mentioned in the article.
Although the social development is getting better and better now, there is no shortage of food and clothing, and now it seems that a bowl of ramen is nothing. But in those days, it was really good to be able to eat a bowl of ramen in the alleys on the side of the road after school, and it is still fresh in my memory.
The current stalls don’t seem to have the same taste as before. N years later, when I grow up, I see the boss again. The boss is still the boss, but the place is not that place.
Because the city was going to be renovated, the boss opened a small shop. When the old man came to the place, he often told me, "When I was a kid, I used to bring you to this ramen noodle shop, remember if the boss did not", I always smiled. More than ten years have passed, the taste is still there, but the people and things at that moment will never go back.
In a few years, I discovered that this store had closed, and maybe I will never be able to taste the noodles I had when I was a child. Maybe this taste stays in memory forever!
That was me. For the first time in my life, I liked eating roadside stalls!
Later, during the New Year’s Day, my father was not idle, and went to the market to sell vegetables at a street stall every day. At that time, I was still young. My father always said that if I didn’t go, he would just go to the street stall. Don't buy firecrackers.
Now think about it, ghosts believe it, naive and true. In the winter of that year, I got up at four o'clock in the morning and started to go out because I had no place when I was late. I still remember the broken three-wheeled, no shed, I can only sit on the tall vegetables on the base. In winter, the cold wind is biting, so I can only wrap more quilt to keep warm.
When you arrive at the stall, place a torn sack on the floor and place it neatly on the top. It’s still a little early. Usually you go early. You can also buy a few hot buns on the big market to eat. The hot buns are eaten in your mouth. At that time, I felt very happy, maybe happiness is that simple!
Every time I set up a street stall, I was afraid of collecting management fees. I didn't sell many vegetables in the morning, especially those old masters and grandmothers who sold vegetables. The vegetables that worked so hard to grow were all taken away by the management fees. Every time I set up a stall, in order to avoid the management tax for the elderly people selling vegetables at the stalls around me, every time I see the stalls, I put the grandpa’s vegetables under my car and only charge my own management fee.
At that time, every time an old man came to buy food, the food was weighed, and it was a bit expensive, and I didn't want it anymore. But some dishes, such as after the lotus root is broken, are not easy to sell. My father said to me every time, forget it, after all, it was an old man, so it passed.
That was me. It was the first time I came into contact with a street stall in my life. Although I was following my father, I felt that life was so beautiful, with bitterness and sweetness, and mixed with whole grains.
Every time I walk on the roadside, I see old people who set up street stalls on the side of the road. The first thing that reminds me is that they are not easy. The food is very cheap. A car may cost less than tens of dollars, but these tens of dollars are right. For them, it may be life-saving money.
The second time I came into contact with street stalls, it was in the university community. Every year before graduation, graduates would sell second-hand items that the university could not take away from the university. Some were books and some were small parts, because I The school is on the mountain, from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, full of rows, comparable to a small night market.
At that time, I thought that the stall was low, and who would use the second-hand things, but now think about it, some senior and senior sisters' books are really good, and the price is much cheaper, which does not affect normal use.
But this year, after graduation, I can't go back to school. It is estimated that those second-hand items are going to be moldy. To be honest, seeing the revival of the market stall economy today, a group of people want to swarm up. I want to go back to set up the stall, and it is the kind of making a fortune.
Spring is here, no, it's just summer. The stall economy is reviving, and the leeks are also growing, which is a good season for autumn harvest. This time the fire is on the street stall economy. You may not believe it when I say it, but new leeks that can grow this summer, but I believe it again this time.
If it wasn't for being forced by life, who's aunt would go to set up a street stall. No, it seems that there is really a way to get rich, the 28 principle is everywhere.
If it's not the force of life, don't let me set up a street stall. If I want to set up, I will make a fortune!