Lao Hong and I both want to find a way to earn money while recuperating in Bama. So we walked around the streets, looking for business opportunities.
After staying in Poyue Village, we first went to the vegetable market. Because according to my experience in Longevity Village, I know that it is more difficult to buy tofu in Longevity Village. Tofu can only be bought before 8 a.m. in Changshou Village. I only saw one place selling tofu, and there was only one old lady selling tofu, and she only sold such a large piece, and it didn't take long to sell out. Sometimes I go a little late and can't buy it, and then I don't eat tofu for a day.
I have thought more than once that selling tofu in Changshou Village may be a good business. But it's one thing to say and one thing to do. It's easy to say, but it's hard to do. Perhaps the hardest thing is inertia.
As soon as you are lazy, as soon as you procrastinate, things are ignored in the past, or you live idlely.
After Lao Hong came, he listened to my introduction and thought that selling tofu was good. When he and I were eating noodles in the shop, we saw tofu in the freezer of the small shop, so he asked the lady where she bought this tofu. The hostess said that she bought it in Poyue. This seems to illustrate a problem even more: it is better to sell tofu business in Poyue, because there are many people on the side of the broken moon, and the atmosphere of doing business has been formed, and even people from Longevity Village go to Poyue to buy tofu.
Lao Hong and I walked into Poyue's vegetable market with the good wishes of getting rich.
In the vegetable market, it was not long before I found a stall selling tofu. It was a wooden trailer, two-wheeled, parked in the walkway. There were wide wooden boards on the board, and on the boards were some tofu that had not been sold out in the morning.
A few steps further, I saw another tofu seller, with a higher specification, because it actually had a tofu making machine.
It seems that in Poyue's vegetable market, there is a relatively mature tofu market. In this case, we just squeeze in and set up a tofu stall, and there is no good business?
Besides, Lao Hong and I are both intellectuals and cultural people, and we really can't imagine pushing a big two-wheeled wooden cart around every day. As for building a tofu-making machine, as soon as the mind arrives here, it will naturally be short-circuited, and I can't think about it.
In short, after visiting the vegetable market, Lao Hong and I's tofu dream was shattered, and we never mentioned it verbally again.
We didn't find inspiration for business in the vegetable market, so we looked for another way, so we went to Ashiram to take a look.
Ashikamathorn and Pogetsu villages are across the river and connected by a long bridge. Looking at it from the bridge, a river of blue water, sparkling, white, gray, red houses on the left and right, in the direction of the Hundred Magic Cave in the distance, green mountains leisurely.
On the banks of the river in Ashiramun, three large red characters are written "Ashiramun". Some people sit quietly by the river, facing the river and thinking about life.
There is a square on the river side of Ashikurathorn with a large banyan tree. There is a small shop under the banyan tree, but it does not sell things, but a shirtless man sings there. He had good sound equipment and was there with a microphone and singing one song after another. He was thin, with some tattoos on his arms, and he was bald.
His appearance seems to be a mixed society, which makes people stay away. Perhaps, you can make a little money by singing like this. For example, if someone else wants to sing with the microphone he provides, they can agree on how much to sing a few songs. However, looking at his appearance, I didn't want to talk to him, for fear that he would scold people if he had a bad temper, so no one approached him, only he sang one song after another, singing quite hard. But to be honest, he didn't sing very well. Or rap is not good at all. His biggest characteristic is that he is bold and dares to sing.
Watching him sing, my throat also itched, and I wanted to take the microphone and sing several songs, such as Chen Chusheng's "Has Anyone Told You", "Girl", Zhang Yu's "The Rain Keeps Falling" and so on. I'm sure I sing well, maybe with my mouth, I can attract a group of audiences and participants. Of course, this is just to think about it. It's always easy to think about it.
Actually, I didn't dare to step forward and talk to the bald man.
In the square, people come and go. Other aunts sang neatly in the corner of the square. Also a few steps up the stone steps, is a larger square, for the dancing square, there are many big brothers and sisters dancing here.
Needless to say, the cultural activities in Ashikaraton are really rich. Lao Hong suggested that I blow the gourd here and insist on blowing it every day, maybe it can attract a group of people who want to learn. It's a good idea, but I'm still lazy and lazy to act.
Lao Hong also thought about buying a microphone to sing and attract fellow travelers. Singing is free, but microphones can be peddled. His sister did this in Nanjing, and Zheng'er Ba Jing suggested that Lao Hong do the same in Bama.
We all think it works, but there is no real action.
Alas, maybe we are all: giants of thought, dwarfs of action.