If you do not lose in business, you will make a profit.

Ty Sun was his regular, "richest" customer. He paid with stacks of Indian almond leaves he picked up at the corner of the market. His "money" was very beautiful, each "bill" was bright red or spotted with yellow. One day Ty was sad and asked if he could sell on credit. All the beautiful Indian almond leaves had fallen, only the young ones remained. Those were the days when spring was coming, the Indian almonds were changing leaves. My sister curled her lips, acting like an adult, "How would I know where you live to sell on credit?"

During his years studying at the village school, he still had a bottle cap "stall", the buyers and sellers silently growing up through each noon market... After the village was hit by a devastating bomb, Ty Sun's family drifted away to an unknown location.

She dropped out of high school in her final year, but the times changed and life became difficult. She said she would go into business to help her mother earn money. Mom said yes, telling her not to be afraid of anything, that if she did not lose money, she would make money, and that she would go out and see the sun and the moon. I was stunned, she was already grown up, had she not seen the sun and the moon yet that she had to go into business to see them?

Later I understood. Business requires hard work, calculation, traveling here and there to taste the sweet, the bitter, the sour, the sour, to interact with all kinds of people, to broaden one's horizons, to accept the ups and downs to understand why people say the business world is a battlefield. The result of the business trips is... a small matter: "If there is no loss, there is profit". Mom "nurtured" more, sometimes there is a loss but still... profit. Profit is "seeing the sun and the moon" - deep contemplations of human life and life. The fear of loss was wiped out right from the moment I had some "quan of money" in my back and put the shoulder pole on my shoulder.

She sells cigarettes and banh it at a train station. When sales are good, she tells an acquaintance, and my mother and I carry the goods out to support her. One day she was so eager that she grabbed a wooden box of cigarettes, grabbed a handful of banh it, and jumped onto the train. Selling on the train is great, it sells out in a short while. She gets off the train at the next station, takes the bus back to her home station. Mother praises her for being smart. She said she has been smart ever since she started her "business" selling bottle caps.

One day she smiled and said, "Do you still remember Ty Sun who used to buy bottle caps from me when I was little? He's no longer toothless, now he's "turned into a dragon" named Long, a bank officer, handsome and fierce. He met her at the train station, he bought - he paid, his mouth smiling but his voice sad, "So I can never buy bottle caps from a beauty on credit again." She was startled, thinking to herself, "The leaf money of the past was wet with dew. The paper money today is wet with tears." Then in a moment, the whole time of being a village boy appeared with so many emotions. What wonderful memories. Think about it, if the "drawer" of memory was empty, how poor would the soul be. Knowing that she was about to get married, he "edited" a poem (by Nguyen Binh) and gave it to her: The seller has been bought/The market of life sits alone, what do I buy?

Her husband was a high school literature teacher. During the years of poverty, after school he would bake banh it. Many times he brought rice and lemonade to the train station for her. Many times he waited for the last train to take her home on his old bicycle. He said during dinner in the dim light of the oil lamp, "Students greet teachers at school differently than they do at the train station. One is respectful, the other is surprised and confused." She said indifferently, "It's enough to just greet. A straight tree has a round shade. Don't worry about it."

After finishing the lesson plan, he helped his wife make banh it, happily telling some "inside stories". The poor couple smiled at each other while the pot of banh it for tomorrow was giving off a fragrant aroma...

Source: https://thanhnien.vn/nhan-dam-di-buon-khong-lo-thi-loi-185250308193548291.htm