Chapter 12 Finding a Job in Heavenly World
Wan Chu'er slowly walked out of the Glass Factory Family Quarters, and following the impressions in her memory, she found a small dilapidated playground nearby.
It's called a playground, but it's really just a piece of land the size of a playground, with a rusty goalpost placed on it. The local kids often played here, and in Wan Chu'er's memory, there was always an old man practicing boxing.
When she arrived at the playground, there were already a few boys kicking a ball around, but she did not see the old man who practiced boxing.
So she stood in a corner, slowly massaging her sore limbs while waiting for the boxing old man to appear, with the hope of learning some martial arts, to quickly enhance her ability to defend herself, so that she could better protect herself and take revenge on those who had hurt her.
After waiting for about half an hour, the boxing old man finally appeared. It was a bald old man in his sixties with a stern face, who found himself a corner and started practicing boxing with a rigid routine.
Wan Chu'er watched for half an hour, then turned away disappointed.
This old man's boxing was not suitable for her; it was not the kind of aggressive martial arts she wanted, and it might be more suitable for elderly people to move their limbs around.
After leaving the shabby playground, Wan Chu'er limped along slowly. In just over ten minutes, she turned onto the busiest street in Wutong County. There were sparse crowds on the street, with late-night food stalls, vendors pushing carts selling snacks, and some shops closing for the night, with all the street lights turned on.
She slowly took in everything along the roadside, and when she reached the People's Square of Wutong County, she noticed that there were significantly more people here. There were people out for a stroll, playing, and some setting up stands selling snacks and toys, which seemed to be doing pretty well.
Wan Chu'er carefully observed these stalls, silently noting the flow of people and purchasing situations in her mind. Seeing how intently she looked, the vendors mistook her for a potential customer, even going so far as to distract themselves by calling out to her.
These stalls seemed to be doing quite well; perhaps Bai Zhixi could come here to set up a stall in the evening, which would be much easier than mending shoes for people.