When my uncle was young, he was a lazybones who didn't do any honest work. One day he would steal chickens from the neighbor, and the next day he would steal dogs from behind the village. He was simply a despised scoundrel.,More than four years as a street vendor has allowed Zhang Fan to experience the harshness of society prematurely. Almost every time he speaks, there is a careful smile on his face, a sad pre-emptive laugh!,“Goodness, this is unexpected! Even the peddler has joined in. Come on everyone, make some room!” As he spoke, seven or eight people quickly made space.。