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More and more people gathered around, and Qian Cheng was busy serving them. The two baskets of vegetables were sold out in less than an hour.
Qian Cheng counted the money: four yuan and eighty cents.
After deducting the cost of paying for the road, we can earn more than two yuan.
He packed up his basket and started walking back. As he passed the canteen, Director Ma came out, saw him, and paused for a moment.
"Xiao Qian, where have you been?"
Qian Cheng didn't hide it and told them about selling vegetables in the family residential area.
After hearing this, Director Ma smiled.
"You're a real go-getter. Those teachers in the family quarters always complain about the cafeteria food, but they don't have time to buy it themselves. It's perfect that you deliver it to them."
Qian Cheng said, "Director Ma, don't worry, I won't steal the cafeteria's business. I'm just selling a little something on the side to earn some pocket money."
Director Ma waved his hand: "It's alright, you can continue selling."
From that day on, Qian Cheng had an extra task every week.
When Qian Lu delivers vegetables, he first delivers them to the canteen, then to the residential area. Sometimes the canteen orders more, so he sells less to the residential area. Sometimes the canteen orders less, so he keeps more for the residential area.
Over time, he became familiar with the teachers in the family quarters. Some teachers would wait for him to come every week, telling him in advance what they wanted so he could bring it next time.
Qian Cheng took a small notebook and wrote down what each family wanted, then asked Qian Lu to go back and collect it. Next time, the delivery would be made directly to their doorsteps, which pleased the teachers.
"Xiao Qian, your service is really good."
Qian Cheng smiled and said, "It's only right. Teachers, you work hard teaching your students."
Life went on like this, and business got better and better.
Qian Cheng calculated that he could earn fifty or sixty yuan a month from working in the canteen and the staff quarters. With his student grant, he could save seventy or eighty yuan a month. Over a year, he could save eight or nine hundred yuan.
By the time I graduate, I should have two or three thousand yuan in my pocket.
Thinking about these things made him feel at ease.
Zhang Mingxi felt a little sorry for him as she watched him get busy again.
"Qian Cheng, aren't you tired of running around all day?"
Qian Cheng said, "I'm not tired, I'm used to it."
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Zhang Mingxi looked at him, her eyes a little red.
"Why are you so restless?"
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Qian Cheng laughed: "If I don't make things complicated, how can I marry you?"
Zhang Mingxi blushed again, lowered her head, and remained silent.
But deep down, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.
December arrived in the blink of an eye, and the weather turned completely cold.
When the first snow fell, Qian Cheng was selling vegetables in the residential area. Snowflakes drifted down, forming a thin layer on the ground. He hunched his shoulders, rubbing his hands, waiting for customers.
An old lady came over, bought two pounds of cabbage, and sighed as she looked at his face, which was red from the cold.
"Xiao Qian, don't come in this freezing weather. Let's wait until spring."
Qian Cheng said, "Auntie, it's alright, I'm not cold."
The old lady shook her head, took a pair of gloves out of her pocket, and handed them to him.
"It's old, but still wearable. You can keep it."
Qian Cheng paused for a moment, wanting to decline.
The old lady said, "Take it, don't get cold."
Qian Cheng took the gloves, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.
"Thank you, ma'am."
The old lady waved her hand, picked up the groceries, and left.
Qian Cheng put on gloves and continued to wait.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering the ground in white.
He stood in the snow, looking at the bungalows and the smoke rising from their chimneys, and felt a warm glow in his heart.
There are many good people in this world.
The weather in December is eerily cold.
Snow fell again and again, piling up a thick layer on the ground.
Qian Cheng still goes to the family quarters to sell vegetables every week, wearing those gloves, hunching his neck, and standing in the snow waiting.
Knowing he was cold, some teachers let him come inside to wait, while others bought groceries in advance so he wouldn't have to stand for too long. Qian Cheng remembered these kindnesses and would give them an extra handful of groceries or charge them a few cents less when delivering them.
Over time, I got along with the teachers in the family quarters like family.
That afternoon, Qian Cheng finished selling vegetables and was on his way back when he met an old man.
The old man was in his sixties, wearing glasses and an old cotton-padded jacket, carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He stood in front of Qian Cheng and looked him up and down for a while.
"You're the vegetable vendor, Xiao Qian?"
Qian Cheng nodded: "Grandpa, it's me."
The old man said, "My surname is Zhou, and I teach history. My wife tells me that you cook well and are a very honest person."
Qian Cheng laughed: "Teacher Zhou, is your wife that aunt with glasses? She buys my groceries every week."
Professor Zhou nodded, looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Are you a math major?"
Qian Cheng was taken aback: "How did you know?"
Teacher Zhou said, "I've seen you before, at the library. You were looking at math books."
Qian Cheng nodded: "Yes, I'm a math major."
Teacher Zhou looked at him with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
"It's not easy for someone from the countryside to get into university. It's even harder to study and sell vegetables at the same time."
Qian Cheng said, "My family's financial situation is average, and I earn a little pocket money."
After thinking for a moment, Teacher Zhou said, "I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."
Qian Cheng asked, "What's wrong?"
Teacher Zhou said, "My son is working in the countryside and wants to come back for the Spring Festival, but he doesn't have a train ticket. If you know anyone who runs a transport business, could you ask him if he can be given a ride back? I'll pay for it."
Qian Cheng said, "Teacher Zhou, my brother brings vegetables from our hometown every week by bus. Should I ask him to see if there are any rides we can share?"
Teacher Zhou's eyes lit up: "That's great!"
Qian Cheng said, "Okay, I'll ask around for you. I'll let you know next week."
Teacher Zhou nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and left.
Qian Cheng went back and told Qian Lu about it. Qian Lu thought for a moment and said, "There are trucks at the mine that sometimes go to the city."
I'll ask Director Liu if he can help.
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A few days later, Qian Lu sent a message. A truck from the mine was going to deliver goods to the city for the Chinese New Year and could give people a ride for free, just a pack of cigarettes would do.
Qian Cheng went to the family quarters to find Teacher Zhou and told her about it.
Teacher Zhou was overjoyed and insisted on treating Qian Cheng to dinner.
Qian Cheng couldn't refuse, so he went home with him.
Teacher Zhou's family lived at the very back of the residential area, in two neat and tidy single-story houses. His wife was the aunt who often bought groceries from him, and she was very welcoming when Qian Cheng arrived.
"Little Qian's here? Please have a seat."
Qian Cheng sat down. The room was warm and cozy, and the stove was burning brightly.
Teacher Zhou took out a bottle of wine and insisted on having a couple of drinks with him. Qian Cheng couldn't refuse, so he drank a little with her.
While drinking and chatting, Teacher Zhou asked about his affairs.
Qian Cheng told her about his family situation, his college entrance exam, and his vegetable selling business.
After listening, Teacher Zhou nodded.
"You're a promising person."
Qian Cheng said, "Teacher Zhou, I was just messing around."
Teacher Zhou shook his head: "It's not just messing around, it's being able to mess around. These days, being able to mess around is a skill."
He took a sip of his drink and said, "If you ever have any difficulties in the future, come to me. I'll help you if I can."
Qian Cheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
Thank you, Teacher Zhou.
When I left Teacher Zhou's house, it was dark, and the snow had stopped.
The moon shone brightly on the snow.
Qian Cheng felt a warm glow in his heart as he walked back to his dormitory.
There are so many good people in this world.
Before we knew it, the end of the year was approaching, and school was out for the holidays.
Qian Cheng packed his things and took a car home with Zhang Mingxi.