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Midsummer is here in a hurry. It's mid-June and it's not hot yet. At just seven o'clock, the weather is extremely hot, just like every morning in a hurry for the vendors at the Rouge Road market. To earn a living in the market, who doesn't get up early? Driving an electric three-wheeled truck with a speed of no more than 40 yards per hour, I would go to Baishazhou Farmers Market at one or two o'clock at night to buy goods. I would pass by Wuchang Railway Station and Baishazhou Bridge, a round trip of dozens of miles, and return to the vegetable market to unpack, sort, wash and pick, and put them on the stage for stacking. It was five o'clock when everything was ready. Guarding the market and doing business. Regardless of whether you are eating cooked breakfast, fresh fish, grains, oils, condiments, or local products, your morning does not start at two or three o'clock. At seven or eight o'clock, ordinary people's morning has just begun, and people in the market have already spent half the day, busy, excited, tired, day after day. It was at this time that Sister Hao entered the market.