Mold Spots

In this day and age, you can even buy underwear with mold spots. What's wrong with this world?

Li Si stood at the door of his small shop, holding a crumpled newspaper in his hand. The headline read, "Watsons Responds to Underwear with Mold Spots." He spat, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

"Damn it, is there no justice? Can big stores bully people like this? Underwear with mold, wouldn't wearing it rot your crotch? These bastards, their hearts are black!" The more Li Si thought about it, the angrier he got. He kicked the door frame, making the door panel rattle.

Inside the shop, his wife, Cuifua, was busy giving change to a customer. Hearing the noise, she poked her head out, her eyebrows raised: "What are you fussing about? It's early in the morning, you'll scare the customers away!"

Li Si said irritably: "Look at this newspaper, the underwear sold by Watsons has mold! What do you call this? Even the ones bought by big stars are like this, aren't ordinary people even more unlucky?"

Cuifua took the newspaper, glanced at it, and pouted: "What's so strange about this? Are big stores necessarily good? Aren't they the same, making money without conscience? Our small business, at least we have a conscience."

Li Si sighed, lit a cigarette, squatted on the steps at the door, and looked at the people coming and going. He felt a knot in his stomach. These days, it's not easy to make money, and it's even harder to spend money. Food, clothing, and daily necessities, which one doesn't make people worry?

"What do you think is wrong with this world?" Li Si took a deep drag on his cigarette and coughed. "In the past, we bought things with peace of mind. Now, even big brands can't be trusted, who can we ordinary people trust?"

Cuifua walked over, sat down beside him, and gently patted his back: "Okay, don't think so much. We can't control others, we can only control ourselves. I personally purchase all the goods in our store, quality and quantity are guaranteed, and we never cheat people."

Li Si nodded, feeling a little more comfortable. He looked up at the sign of his small shop - "Li Si Grocery Store". Although it was simple, it had a sense of honesty.

At this time, an old customer came over and said with a smile: "Li Si, give me a pack of cigarettes and two bottles of beer."

Li Si quickly got up and greeted: "Coming, please wait a moment."

He quickly took the cigarettes and beer and handed them to the old customer, saying with a smile: "Take care."

After seeing off the customer, Li Si looked at Cuifua's busy figure, and a warm current surged in his heart. He thought, although the world is chaotic, there are still some things that can be trusted. For example, his own conscience, his wife's diligence, and the trust of old customers.

As long as these are still there, life can go on. As for those moldy underwear, let them rot in Watsons' warehouse!

The sun slowly rose, and the sunlight shone on the sign of the small shop, and also on Li Si's heart. He extinguished the cigarette butt, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and shouted loudly: "Come, come, come, don't miss it, Li Si Grocery Store, genuine goods at a fair price, no deception!"

Life must go on.