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On weekends, MM goes shopping and buys clothes, and helps her stock up. Around five o'clock, they arm themselves and go to a new place near their house. There aren't many people in this area, but there is only one booth. MM's shoes, hats, and scarves are beautifully colored. Many people came to look at these items hanging on display. However, there were more people looking than buying. A foreign woman arrived after some time, dressed shabbily and shaking in the cold wind. She had been there for quite a while.

"You guys are also here? What kind of business do you have over here? I see you selling casually, yet those things like Nike Mercurial Victory are so beautiful!" Her booth was not far away; there were lots of messy items like gloves, shoe insoles, and even toothbrushes. Another cyclist approached us and started talking, "I wake up every day at 5 in the morning, manage all day long, come here from six o'clock, and leave at five. Every day flows by. Business here isn't good."

I asked, "How does your luck with sales seem? Adidas F50+ Football Boots dreams, Air Max 90 Pas Cher! Isn't it quite bad?"

She said, "It's a lot, others notice clearly that ah!"

"How much do you make from toothbrushes separately? Do other businesses better?"

She replied, "I don't earn much money, for instance, someone sells bags and chopsticks faster than me, and others argue and cut down to half a dollar. Some people's attitudes are bad!"

Her husband sells bags and wallets, relatively better. He drives the car, she rides a bike. At home, they split the profit equally. Two lives are tough. The MM's spot is a little further away, and I dragged her stuff a bit farther. That sister also came to help when it got busy. Actually, life isn't easy for everyone. They are also very kind. For this reason, they persist in the cold wind. She has a lot of cash and customers, just standing there alone in the wind, selling those chopsticks. To me, the hardship of setting up a stall is not the cold in the wind, but the loneliness. MM has always worked hard. At her house, she showed me her pants, revealing the marks on her legs and the calluses on her hands. Watching her made me feel really sorry. She told me how painful it was, and every night, her man accompanied her to set up the stall...