In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that small mountain cities always have a common characteristic, such as quietness, leisure, and not so many nonsense. In fact, it's the same everywhere, they are all running around for life, and no one is more free and easy than the other.
These days, the premise of leisure is to have money, and those who have no money to be leisurely are called bums.
Gu Yu is not a rich man, nor is he a bum, but a hardworking brick mover. At this moment, he was carrying a load down another path, and after walking half a minute to the foot of the mountain, he turned to a dirt road.
If the mountain gate is the front, this is considered the side, and only the locals know it. Every morning, the peddlers arrive here by bicycle, then carry their things up the mountain, and then come down at dusk.
There is another family beside the dirt road. The owner is an old widower. His job is to show the carts to the peddlers—if riding a donkey backwards is considered a cart.
"Boom!"
Gu Yu was a little late today, and when he opened the courtyard door, he saw his broken car poking alone, so he pulled his neck and called out:
"uncle!"
"uncle!"
He shouted twice, but no one answered, he looked through the window: the old man was leaning in the back room, opening and closing his mouth, not sure if he was asleep or awake.
He didn't make any noise either, he just piled his things into the car, picked up two stalks of tender corn and two eggs, and put them lightly in the main room before leaving the courtyard.
Difficult dirt roads, bumpy and bumpy.
After riding for a while, Gu Yu arrived at a very rough residential area. There are mostly bungalows and tile-roofed houses here, and there are few small two-story buildings. The houses are connected in alleys, and the winding around is like a maze.
But looking to the east, you can see many high-rise buildings—that's the urban area of Baicheng.
In recent years, the city has expanded, and many small villages have been merged and transformed. It is said that the countryside is not the countryside, and the city is not the city. The cultivated land is gone, and even the villages are not allowed to be called streets.
This place was originally the Phoenix Collection, which has been called for decades, and now it has become the Phoenix Street, at the farthest and westernmost point of Baicheng. The housing is dilapidated and the residents are poor. Of course, the government has to face it. Basic municipal infrastructure is still available: such as running water, digital TV, broadband, and some public facilities.
But the old and the young are really wondering, what is the use of installing a walking machine, a rowing machine, and a broken iron wheel to twist the buttocks in the village
"Hey, Xiaoyu is back? I'm making dumplings today, and I'll send you a bowl later."
"Thank you, auntie. I was thinking about this one yesterday. I'm just greedy for your dumplings stuffed with cabbage."
"Haha, you're just a sweet talker, go back to your room and rest."
"Hey, slow down too."
After greeting a fat aunt, Gu Yu stopped in front of a small courtyard. There are three old tile-roofed houses in the courtyard. The main room in the middle is also the kitchen, and the east and west rooms are on the left and right. In the middle of the yard is a broken brick road with rows of green onions planted on both sides. The toilet and the utility room are at the corners, and there are still some chopping wood and corn piled up under the root of the house.
Living here, there is basically no need to lock the door. He parked the car and entered the house. Today will be more leisurely, the tea eggs are enough for tomorrow, and the corn is fresh on the mountain, so there is no need to prepare.
After washing up casually, he took out the account book and started to keep accounts.
As the weather gets warmer, tourism projects gradually pick up, and the number of tourists in Phoenix Mountain also increases significantly. The recent business has been good, with a net profit of about 80 yuan a day, and a rough calculation, this month can earn more than 2,000 yuan. In the future, it will be the peak season, and it can rise to four or five thousand.
Gu Yu was overjoyed in his heart, as soon as he put away the account book, he heard someone shouting outside: "Brother, my mother asked me to deliver dumplings to you!"
Then the door curtain was lifted, and a little girl with big eyes came in, with simple and clean clothes and a round face. She held a bowl of dumplings in her hand, still steaming.
"Come on, give it to me!"
He quickly took it in his hand, put the folding table away, and asked, "You finished eating so quickly?"
"They didn't. I finished eating."
"Are you losing weight again?"
"Yeah, look at my face." She tugged at her fat face.
"Tsk, how many times have I told you..."
Gu Yu sat on the edge of the kang, and taught, "You are called cute, don't imitate those awls in your class, do you know what a beautiful girl with vitality is?"
cut!
The little girl curled her lips, disapproving, but then sat across from her again, seeming to be asking for something, her big eyes blinking pitifully.
"Let's play!" He said helplessly.
"Hee hee, thank you bro!"
The girl leaned over to the TV, where there was a table with an old-fashioned laptop. She fiddled with it skillfully, and after a while, she was bouncing around listening to the prompts of various software.
"..."
Gu Yu shook his head, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it in one bite.
This little girl is called Fang Qing, the daughter of the fat aunt, she is fifteen years old and is about to take the high school entrance examination. The girl is lively and loves to play, especially surfing the Internet, but because of her family environment, it is impossible to buy a computer, so she often sneaks over to surf the Internet.
And this notebook was a gift from his grandfather when Gu Yu was admitted to university.
The dumplings are stuffed with cabbage and pork, and there is a whole bowl. Young people eat a lot, and it is easy to wipe them out. She played over there, and he ate here. It took about forty minutes. Fang Qing looked back and stood up reluctantly: "Brother, I'm going back."
"Well, thank you, auntie, for helping me."
The little girl was holding an empty bowl, and Gu Yu sent him off. When she reached the main room, she suddenly said, "Hey, wait a minute."
As he spoke, he took out the key, opened the door of the west room, pushed the door open and entered. Fang Qing was very curious. Ever since she had the impression, this room was locked, and she didn't know what was hidden inside.
Not long after, Gu Yu came out, holding an incense box in his hand, and said, "There have been a lot of mosquitoes recently, this is for you."
"Ah, my mother wanted this, I almost forgot!"
Fang Qing knew the magic of this thing, lit one every night, the mosquitoes were all gone, and there was no smell of smoke.
Gu Yu sent her to the gate, and then came back. After clearing the dining table, he turned on the TV and sat down in front of the computer.
"Those silks that are as beautiful as the morning glow are made by ignorant mulberry girls who have been working hard day and night, almost blinding their eyes. Those luxurious and rich bear skins are made by vulgar hunters who lay in ambush for days and nights in the severe cold and heavy snow." I just caught it. Those priceless shark tears..."
A few lines of dialogue came from the TV, and he felt his ass hurt when he heard it, and complained: "When I opened it, it was all about Ji Guanlin." He turned his head and glanced at it, and added: "And the big flat eyebrows!"
He didn't bother to look, sat up straight and clicked the mouse a few times, typed in the account number, and clicked again.
The webpage slowly opened, revealing a handmade incense exchange website, which is small in scale and established by a group of enthusiasts themselves. He dives most of the time, occasionally showing his head, and is recognized as a big touch in the station. It has also become one of the few pleasures to watch those little friends tearing and tearing for a certain fragrance recipe or certain ingredient ratios.
When he entered the forum, he just saw a new post, so he clicked on it:
"Ahhh! Don't think that the airtightness of the perfume bottle is good enough so that you don't need to prevent insects! The first-class roses you just bought were bitten and riddled with holes in two days. You can't throw them away or keep them, ahhh , My heart is bleeding!"
Below is the picture of the body of the bag of roses. The poster is called "Making Miracles Vigorously", and she is a very active and cute girl.
Gu Yu had nothing to do, so he raised his hand and knocked a few words: "Flower and herbal spices are prone to insects, you can put deoxidizer in the bottle, and put some Lingxiang outside."
After a while, I swipe again, and the girl actually followed up the post very quickly: "Ah, I can't believe my eyes, Yun Shenda actually flipped my brand!!!!"
Well, his ID is called "Yunshen is not a place". Huh? It looks dirty.
"Ah… "
Gu Yu smiled, but didn't follow up any more posts. The next second, he heard the sound of "Didi", and suddenly a text message came from the site:
"The last time I ran out of refreshing incense, I'll order another box. Sender: Xiao Zhai."
This person is also an old station friend, and the two of them have chatted a few times. A while ago, she inadvertently mentioned that she was lethargic, so Gu Yu asked for the address and sent a box of refreshing incense.
The intention was to give it away, but I didn't want the other party to send a red envelope. He just needed to subsidize his life, so he was not hypocritical. The two became friends with each other, but they didn't know each other very well, except that her name was Jiang Xiaozhai.
"The water meets the sound of the Xijiang River, and the shadows of the pines in the small studio are blowing on the clouds. Who taught me to play the flute, and enjoy the moonlight with the spring breeze."
Xiao Du's sentiments, probably so.
"Okay, I'll let you know before I mail it."
Immediately, Gu Yu replied a text message, but there was no movement there, but after a few minutes, he heard a prompt from his mobile phone, and there was a big red envelope of 200 yuan.
"..."
He pursed his lips, the girl is so refreshing.
Just looking at it like this, it seems that making money is easy, but it is not. The procedure of handmade incense is cumbersome and takes a long time, and it takes several days to store it in the cellar, which does not meet the fast-paced sales strategy at all.
So he can't open an online store, he can only pick up jobs privately, and do one after another, and the niche can no longer be niche.