Personal life experience
The children of the poor are in charge of the family at an early age, and I am fortunate to be an enlightened child at an early age because of family changes.
At that time, my dad had been diagnosed with cancer for 3 years, and it was still a terrifying osteosarcoma.
As soon as he was diagnosed, he became a disabled person who lost his left arm.
At that time, the cotton mill belonged to a state-owned enterprise, and the treatment was another matter, but the benefits were really good, my father's medical expenses were fully reimbursed, and his identity changed from a maintenance worker to a labor insurance.
This is equivalent to the unit will not give up on you, but if you can't create benefits for the unit, you have to be self-reliant in life.
My dad belonged to the kind of disabled people, even so, he did not lose himself, sought death and life, I don't know where he got the strength and courage, ran all over the city to buy a small tricycle that could only brake with feet, and started a business.
In 1988, he lost both arms due to surgery, and in 1990 he began to sell goods.
I was 7 years old at the time, and I was more anxious than him to earn money for my family.
At a young age, I realized what a disabled daughter is, and when I go to a neighbor's house, they will touch my head and pity me: What can you do in the future!
What I can do is not to get confused after hearing this sentence and run to a place where no one is there to cry.
It's that I'm going to fight.
There was no one to teach me, my parents went in and out of the hospital, and they were exhausted by chemotherapy after chemotherapy.
On New Year's Day in 1990, there was a big market in the urban village near our home, and it was the time for everyone to come out to consume.
My dad aimed at the wok, the stainless steel wok, which looked much more beautiful than the black cauldrons.
He and my mother quickly formed a team, one of them shouted hard, and the other performed hard, and the way to perform was to hold a pot in one hand, and then the two pots knocked each other vigorously to attract people to the market.
After I saw my parents, I said directly to my friends: Can you go home and let your parents buy my pot?
Niangniang is the concubine in the costume drama, I have a piece of red gauze at home, I find a monkey skin band to twist the top of the gauze into the shape of a flower, and then drape it on my head.
My attraction is far more than that, I can say that I know how to live by heart, basically some games can be played a few times to see the essence, and then adapt it.
Especially the game of playing house.
Now that I think about it, I was the earliest screenwriter at that time.
Writing scripts orally, providing props, and I also have amazing organizational skills.
Once the idea of helping my dad sell pots was established, I said I would do it and let them go back and tell their families about selling pots.
In the end, I sold 3 woks from my sales channel.
My mom rewarded me with a big roast chicken, but she didn't encourage me to do it.
When I was in the second grade of elementary school, it was the era of the rise of hula hooping.
At that time, I had a hula hoop that my uncle brought back to me from Beijing, which was heavy and whizzing.
After my dad saw a business opportunity, he also joined a batch.
Originally, I thought that I would pull it out on the street to sell, but before my father could make a move, I found the head teacher in a recess and told her that my family sells hula hoops, and if any of my classmates want it, they will come to me directly to buy it.
The head teacher, knowing that my father was disabled, reached out to help me once in an attitude of sympathy and pity.
After the teacher finished the class, a bunch of classmates came around and asked me what a hula hoop was.
I brought my one to school that afternoon, because I was strong and big since I was a child, so I shook it easily and with a sense of rhythm.
It's much more energetic than jumping a rubber band.
The students were stunned.
It inspired them to make a purchase.
Once again, I helped my dad sell 17 hula hoops, and the money was collected by the teacher for me, and my dad gave a special gift to our homeroom teacher's daughter as a token of gratitude.
After this incident, I was completely fascinated by helping my dad sell goods.
He was out of the stall all year round, catching up with what to sell, and in those days he belonged to the outlier among the hawkers, and when he had nothing to do, he would come to the wholesale market in the provincial capital to go around, and sell what was rare.
When a person has no way out at the bottom, any potential can be tapped by itself.
When anyone buys something in front of my stall, I try to greet and talk as much as possible.
One winter, when the New Year was over, my father sold women's tweed gowns, and there was a brown plaid that could not be sold, and I don't know if it was because the color was too dark or because of the style, and no one cared about it in the most conspicuous position.
By the afternoon of the 29th of the Lunar New Year, the clothes were almost all processed, and there were still 3 or 4 pieces left.
At this moment came a young woman with a very pale face, and an old lady beside her.
I saw that this young woman had a bit of a problem with her brain, and she didn't look at people properly, rubbing the corners of her clothes with both hands, and kept hiding behind the old lady.
Of course, I was still a child at that time, and I just thought that this person's expression was exactly the same as that of the wandering madwoman at the garbage mouth of our building.
Crazy women appear all the time, and a few of us little ones have become commonplace.
So as soon as this woman appeared, I had an idea in my heart.
After the old lady had walked around in front of my stall, she was about to pick up the woman and walk forward.
Before my dad could squeak, I beckoned: This sister, you are buying clothes, do you look at this dress?
I raised my hand and pointed to the brown dark grid that was hanging.
The old lady looked at it twice and said, "It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking."
I immediately took the image of the princess on my drawing paper and said to the woman: You look like Snow White, so white, you must look good in this.
As soon as my words fell, the girl smiled and pointed to the green dark checkered clothes and said to the old lady: Try it, try it.
My dad also came to say when he saw the opportunity: Try it, you may look good in this dress, you look white.
The brown dark grid has a modern Maillard color system, and people with white skin will not darken their skin color after wearing it, and it looks very foreign.
My little stall doesn't have a mirror, and it depends purely on me and my dad.
The old lady also felt that the clothes were of the right size and quality, and the young woman grabbed the drawing paper I handed her, and she thought she had really become a princess.
Covering the clothes on his body, with a smile on his face, he just didn't take it off.
In the end, the dress was successfully sold, and the old lady thought that my father was disabled, and did not bargain too much.
My pay is a small cake of 5 cents.
The small piece of vegetable cream cake in the plastic red box didn't have a spoon back then, so my dad gave me a matchstick for me to dip in.
It is because of these experiences in my childhood that I am not afraid of people and do not worry about dealing with strangers.
My mind is not on Xi, it is all a business, and my purpose is not how much money I make, but how much money I can make my dad.
I don't listen to the class, especially in the math class, the teacher talks about the application problems in front, I count the profit of the goods at the bottom, there is no practice Xi book at the time, the math problems are their own propositions, and my 10 questions are how to do business: Hongzhi's family entered 20 bathtubs, his father sold 5, Hongzhi sold 6, and there was a person who was too fat to sit in the basin and return it, asking: How many baths were sold?
That's how I learned math.
It wasn't until 1994 that my dad had been fighting cancer for 7 years and had four major surgeries that I learned to study Xi.
At that time, I was ignorant and wanted to do something for my father, so I wrote a little script.
The name is "Sunny Days in the Rivers and Lakes".
It is the story of a princess who lives in the folk and finds her biological father by herself. At that time, before I returned to Zhu Gege, my ideas were already very advanced.
In order to set the heroine, I told my companion that if you want to play the princess, you will give me 3 yuan, give me 2 yuan if you play the maid, and give me 1 yuan 5 if you play the prince.
Back then, everyone had a few dollars in their pockets, so I could easily collect this money.
Several children have to sign up.
It's just that I need to tear out my workbook and have each of them memorize their lines.
They can't memorize texts, but they memorize the lines I wrote.
In the end, the princess found her father, and I still wrote my father's name, and I used the money raised by my friends to buy chicken cakes and apples for my father, and after stealing his black and white photos from my house, I made a sense of ceremony in the small side room of my friend's house.
My "actors" finally cried with me when it was finished.
The script ends with this read:
The poor princess found her father, but she didn't expect that his father was gone.
I saw that my father left her a few big apples and big chicken cakes.
The princess wept excitedly.
The prince also cried.
The maids also cried.
They ate while crying.
What I wrote was reasonable, and I couldn't find any flaws in it.
As the daughter of a poor disabled family, I learned what I couldn't learn in textbooks early.
1. Survival skills.
2. Look at people's faces.
3. Be bold and careful.
4. Open your mouth and come.
So what kind of family, what kind of children to achieve, I became a trainer in the industry early, and later involved in the business, as long as there are people, I want to sell something to others.
So my character is to be in a hurry, dare to fight and kill.
The misfortunes of childhood need to be healed in a lifetime, and I have been ridiculed a lot since I was a child, so I will live harder and harder.