The Era of Hard Work

In the early morning, Lu Dong arrived very early, and ran twice in a row, pulling the goods bucket and the snack bucket to the University City, and asked Qiao Weiguo to set up the stalls. He took the poster and rode a bicycle to the gates of each school.

First came to the entrance of the School of Finance. It was very early, and I could vaguely hear the sound of military training in the school. Just as Lu Dong wanted to enter the school, a middle-aged security guard stopped him.

Young man! The middle-aged security guard recognized Lu Dong at a glance: Why are you going?

This person knew him, Lu Dong smiled, took out a big chicken cigarette, and stuffed it in the security guard's hand: I'll go in and put up an advertising poster.

The middle-aged security guard looked curiously, and deliberately asked, Put up big-character posters?

Lu Dong unfolded the poster in his hand and asked the middle-aged security guard to take a closer look: It's just an advertisement for selling things.

The middle-aged security guard browsed through it carefully, and said, You young man, you are a veteran in business! You came here before school started, did you spy on the news?

Lu Dong raised a thumb: My brother is powerful, he can see through me at a glance. I told people at the time that my brother is righteous and takes care of fellow villagers, so he let me in.

While speaking, he took out the remaining big box of chicken cigarettes and stuffed them all into the hands of the middle-aged security guard.

Brother, we fellow villagers take care of fellow villagers. Lu Dong directly placed Qiao Weiguo's bicycle in front of the guard room: I'll press the bicycle here again.

The middle-aged security guard looked at the big chicken smoke in his hand, then looked at Lu Dong, who had a good attitude, could speak, and smiled all over his face, and said, We have agreed, we can only post it on the bulletin board, I see it for the sake of fellow villagers. !

Lu Dong quickly promised: Don't worry, I'll post it and it will come out.

The middle-aged security guard got out of the way, and Lu Dong trotted all the way to a bulletin board. There were many things posted on it, the student union recruited people, the association recruited new students, and so on.

With quick hands and feet, he put up the advertising posters three times, five times and two times, and then went to the main teaching building, and then posted a few more in the cafeteria, dormitory building, etc.

As for the follow-up effect, it is not known.

Maybe it will be torn off after leaving.

But he can't just stare here and leave soon.

Then go to the Normal University, at the gate of the Normal University, Lu Dong met Huang Yong.

What are you doing? Huang Yong looked at Lu Dong in surprise as he posted an advertisement on the tree at the school gate.

Lu Dong smiled: Sell some special snacks, post an advertisement.

Huang Yong took a closer look: Braised pork pancakes? Have you changed your career?

It's hard to talk about changing careers. Lu Dong roughly said: The semester is over, and the business outside is not easy to do, and by the way, it's a good thing to sell.

He asked, How are you doing, old man?

Huang Yong wanted to save face: Not bad.

There can be more than 2,000 turnovers a day, and the location advantage of the campus store is becoming more and more obvious.

Lu Dong remembered that the last time he took shelter from the rain, he couldn't even get into the guard room of the teacher's gate. He probably couldn't get in this time. When he was welcoming new students, he set up a stall opposite the school, and the security guards recognized his face.

Brother, can I trouble you? Lu Dong was thick-skinned and asked tentatively, Help me post a few on the school bulletin board?

Huang Yong was a little hesitant, but he had reconciled with Lu Dong last time, and as the semester ended, the two sides did not have such a fierce competitive relationship, so he agreed with the intention of getting along with local snakes: Okay, I will post it for you.

This is a casual thing: I don't care if someone tears it up.

Lu Dong smiled and said, Thank you, brother.

There is no deep hatred between each other, and harmony makes money.

Huang Yong entered the Normal University with the advertising poster that Lu Dong handed over, and posted one next to the bulletin boards passing by.

It's really easy to do.

The gate of the provincial university was opened to welcome visitors from all over the world. Lu Dong pushed his bicycle into the school gate, but the security guards didn't even look at him.

Lu Dong rode his bicycle and posted a dozen or so posters at the Provincial University in one go.

For most of the morning, Lu Dong went to many places, including schools farther away. Those who could enter the school gates posted them, and those who could not enter the main entrance and side gates posted them on trees.

Try to get more people to notice.

The sun turned to the south, and when we returned to the stall at the intersection, Lao Zhao's father and daughter had already arrived. Seeing Lu Dong's snack cart, Lao Zhao's expression was a little unnatural.

The trailer was hung on the Jialing cart, keeping it balanced. Lu Dong first glanced at the briquette stove, took down the large casserole containing stewed meat, put it in the place where the casserole was fixed in the trailer, opened the lid of the box and took out new briquettes, and replaced the bottom burner. Transparent, clipped into a plastic trash can.

Then put up a small banner on the drag bucket, with white characters on a red background, in two lines, and it reads - Qingzhao's special snacks, inheriting the century-old flavor.

Write down - stewed pork pancakes!

This is all for the need to attract attention, and it is not nonsense.

Strictly speaking, the stewed offal in Lujia Village did exist a hundred years ago.

The large casserole containing the stewed meat came out from a fixed position and was placed on the stove. As it heated up, it began to emit bursts of aroma.

If someone wants only stewed pork, Lu Dong will still sell it.

This stewed meat is actually similar to pork head meat, but the stewed meat is more rotten and more delicious. It can be sandwiched with sesame seed cakes or used as a meat dish.

Lu Dong put on a white apron again, a hat covering his hair, and an anti-spray mask around his mouth, looking neat and tidy.

Then, open the cover to reveal the welding operation table, on which there is a hardwood chopping board, and several large grids welded in front are placed in plastic boxes, which contain auxiliary materials such as coriander powder and green chili powder.

Further to the right is a foam insulated box for pancakes.

In this way, most things can be fixed on the body of the car, and it will not be scattered everywhere due to cycling.

In the past, after Lu Dong woke up from the state of foolishness in 2010, he relied on this small business to gradually bring his life back on track.

The things are not big, but they are also very profitable to sell. Once Lu Dong was able to open a fake fried chicken restaurant in a remote part of the university town, it was because of this small business and the street stalls in the night market.

More than ten years in advance, and without fierce competition, Lu Dong hopes that small businesses can also bring big profits.

In the past few days, it is very obvious that the bonus period is over, and the traffic of daily necessities stalls has dropped a lot. He and Qiao Weiguo are staying in the same place, which is a waste of human resources.

Lu Dong couldn't make high-end things, and he couldn't do it because of the actual conditions of the university town.

In his opinion, there is a lot to do in this industry.

Today for a trial sale, Lu Dong only brought a hundred sesame seed cakes.

What are you selling? Old Zhao set up a tofu stall, leaned over, and said meaningfully, Why did you suddenly change your career?

Lu Dong said, Braised pork pancakes.

He washed his hands in the small bucket prepared in advance, opened the lid of the pot, scooped out a piece of meat, chopped it skillfully, took out a sesame seed flat knife to cut open, and put the meat in.

Try it. Lu Dong handed it to Lao Zhao directly.

Seeing the biscuits, the weather marks on Old Zhao's face seemed to get deeper. He took the biscuits, took a bite carefully, and the meaty fragrance filled the air.

It's much more delicious than dry biscuits.

Old Zhao forced a smile: The craftsmanship is pretty good.

Lu Dong roughly understood a little bit, but didn't say much, this was what he planned before the start of school in the university town, and he couldn't stop selling sesame seed cakes just because someone set up a stall to sell them.

Besides, the biscuits he sells are much more expensive than Lao Zhao's biscuits, which are two commodities in themselves.

He did two more, first shouting at the stall: Weiguo!

Qiao Weiguo happily took it and began to eat it.

Another one to Zhao Juanjuan: Try it.

Zhao Juanjuan took it over with a smile: Thank you.

She returned to the back of the tofu nao tricycle, took a bite, and smiled even brighter.

On the other side, Old Zhao immediately turned up his face, and reprimanded in a low voice: Laugh! I know how to laugh all day long! What else can I do besides laughing!

Zhao Juanjuan lowered her head, eating more vigorously.

After noon, students came out one after another. These days, Lu Dong's stall is quite famous. Many people in the university city know that there are stalls selling things at the crossroads.

A student who had bought Lu Dong's daily necessities before came over and asked, Boss, have you changed your career?

Lu Dong pointed to Qiao Weiguo's booth: The things are sold as they are, with some special snacks added.

The man looked up at the banner: Braised pork pancakes?

The smell of stewed meat wafted out of the casserole, which made the gluttons in the stomach that had only eaten big pot dishes screamed.

How to sell? the man asked.

Lu Dong said quickly: Just one piece of marinated egg, one piece of meat and five pieces, add egg and two pieces of meat.

The man bared his teeth: It's so expensive!

Lu Dong pointed at the signboard: Hundred years of culinary skills have been passed down from my great-grandfather's generation.

The price is actually not expensive, the same as the cured meat buns in this era.

Unlike daily necessities, students have too many choices in food, and there are small stoves in the cafeteria, so the price cannot be set too high.

The man took out two yuan: Here's some meat!

Lu Dong pointed to the iron box in front: Put the money in there, find it yourself.

The money box was right in front of Lu Dong. The man opened it and put in two yuan, and took out fifty cents.

Lu Dong used to do this job for many years, and also practiced at home, and the production speed was extremely fast.

The man took it and couldn't wait to take a bite. The taste buds that had been tossed by the cauldron for several days were calling and jumping for joy.

It's delicious. He smiled.

Lu Dong was very polite: It's delicious and I'll come back next time.

This person's words were probably heard by another student next to him. He had a weird accent and asked for one too.

But after taking a bite, his brows frowned.

How is it? The companion's accent was similar.

The student handed it to him: Try it.

The companion took it and took a bite from another place: It's average, not very good. The food made in this place tastes weird...

Lu Dong heard it, but he didn't care too much. It's normal for regional tastes to differ.

After noon, there were actually not many sold, less than thirty.

Lu Dong had calculated the cost before, excluding his labor costs, the cost of simply adding meat was about 70 cents, and adding eggs was more profitable, and he earned no more than 25 yuan in one noon.

This is a normal income, but it is incomparable to Qiao Weiguo's 200 yuan in one noon sale.

Lao Zhao's tofu nao business is also average. When he returned at noon, they were not sold out, and there were still a lot left.

The snack business doesn't seem to be doing well.

After the military training ended in the afternoon, there was not much change. The stewed pork smelled delicious, but it was not easy to whet people's appetite after a long distance.

This is not stinky tofu, you can smell it tens of meters away.

Song Na brought her classmates over to buy daily necessities, and Lu Dong simply invited seven or eight girls to try them for free.

These people are all from Taidong Province, and even those who don't like meat usually say it tastes good.

In other words, there is no problem with the taste of stewed pork biscuits.

From the first day, you didn't become famous. Song Na pondered and said to Lu Dong: There is a lot of traffic at this intersection, maybe it will be fine in a few days.

Lu Dong also discovered this point. After class or military training, there are many people who are willing to go out of the school for a stroll and see the new environment, and this intersection is at the central point.

People come and go, so the so-called centuries-old signboard is not easy to use.

Song Na pointed to the car: Give me some advertising.

Lu Dong gave her a stack, and Song Na waved her hand: I'm leaving.

Dinner on weekends, don't forget. Lu Dong reminded.

Watching Song Na and her classmates leave, Lu Dong stared at the college students coming and going. The effect of the advertising poster was not obvious, and it was not a necessity of life. How could we arouse their curiosity?

(I was still in high school in 1998, referring to the price of my high school.)