Actual Rough Market

He was penniless and wandered in Pingzhou on a rainy night. With no background, no capital, and no connections, Ling Ye, a poor boy from the countryside, plunged into the jade rough greenhouse where people were mixed. The humid and stuffy iron shed, the bitingly cold cement floor, the cold steamed buns that cost a few yuan, and the humility of being driven away. There is no clairvoyant eye here, no chance from heaven, only dust, sweat, calculations, and human feelings. A flashlight can identify cotton cracks, and a piece of rough material can tell whether it is floating or sinking. From a down-and-out homeless man sleeping in the market to a rough-and-tumble boss based in Pingzhou. One step in the mud, one step in the rivers and lakes. In Pingzhou, I survived the dirtiest mud and earned the cleanest blood and sweat.