Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 82 Catch the big market

"Don't be greedy, kid, it's the new year after Laba."

On the second day after the division of the brigade, the members of the brigade drove the donkey carts and mule carts to the commune Daji and the county town with smiles on their faces. There was no distinction between men, women, old or young. With a mouth.

"Zhaoguo, should we go to the city or go to the market?"

"Go to the city, make two new clothes, and buy some new year's goods, where are you going?"

"Go to a fair, get things cheap, and then give the children a haircut."

He Ping mixed in the crowd, chatting with Han Zhaojun. Today Han Zhaojun and his family of six were dispatched, and the donkey cart at home was full.

He Ping was riding a bicycle, not in a hurry, just hanging at the tail of the team, chatting leisurely while riding.

He went here today purely to join in the fun, mainly to let Xiao Zhuer feel the festive atmosphere. The child has suffered a lot since he was a child, but now that the family conditions are better, in time for the New Year, take him to have a look and have fun.

Today is the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the road to the commune and the county seat is bustling with people, many times more lively than usual, all of them are people going to the market and going to the city.

The Commune Daji is located on the south bank of the Daling River, across the river from Pingxian County. Taking advantage of this geographical advantage, the Hongqi Daji has always been the largest and most lively of these Daji in Ping County. Far away from He Ping, they saw that the entire Daji was crowded with people, and it was very lively.

"Hehe, this person came too early." He Ping thought that they came early, this is really Mo Daojun who travels early and travels early!

When they got closer, there were even more people. In response to the idiom of crowded shoulders, He Ping parked his bicycle at the place where the car was watched, and took Xiao Zhuer and said to Xiao Zhuer before squeezing in: "Don't mess around." Go, grab Dad's hand tightly."

As soon as he squeezed into the crowd, He Ping felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly rose a bit, the air was full of people's white breath, shouting and hawking sounded in his ears, and the children laughed and frolicked forward Gong, the adults were bargaining with the stall owners, and thick white steam rose from the noodle steaming stalls, covering an area of ​​several meters in radius, creating a world of smoke and fire.

He pulled Xiao Zhuer and walked slowly sideways. Not only were there more people going to the market than before, but even the stalls were the same. The stalls on both sides of the Daji Road were placed from the east end to the west end, at least as far as He Ping could see. Haven't seen the head yet.

"Xiao Zhuer, look at this." He Ping pulled Xiao Zhuer and stood in front of a stall selling windmills, and said excitedly.

He Ping was born in the 90s. When he was a child, he still had a strong sense of the New Year. After he grew up in 2000, both the people around him and himself felt tired of the blandness of the New Year, and the New Year became a thing. Totally tasteless.

It has been more than half a year since he came to this era, and it is the first time that He Ping has seen such a vibrant, festooned, and bustling side of this era, which is much more interesting than the New Year celebrations of later generations.

Xiao Zhu'er looked at the windmill, and then at his father. He felt that it wasn't that his father accompanied him to the market, but rather that he accompanied his father to the market. It's just a broken windmill, so there's nothing to be excited about.

He Ping saw that Xiao Zhuer's reaction was flat, "Don't you like it? It's okay, let's look at other things."

After taking another two steps, "Xiao Zhu'er, look at this, Monkey King's mask."

He Ping excitedly took the mask and put it on himself, "How about it? Is it fun?"

Xiao Zhuer nodded tiredly, she really came to the market with her father.

"Da'er loves it so much, I have to buy one." Xiao Zhu'er's statement made He Ping very happy, and he bought one without asking the price.

After buying the mask, He Ping forced Xiao Zhu'er to put it on, and the father and son walked forward again. There were all kinds of New Year's goods on the stalls. Although the supplies of this era are not as sufficient as those of later generations, the types of New Year's goods are really different. Later generations are much more complete.

Wandering to the booth selling New Year pictures, He Ping bought two New Year pictures.

Walking to a stall selling paper-cuts, He Ping bought a bunch of paper-cuts.

Strolling to the stall selling candied haws, Xiao Zhu’er couldn’t move anymore. He Ping turned his head and saw Da’er drooling when he saw the candied haws. Really hungry, he opened his mouth and said to the boss: "Boss, here are two bunches of candied haws."

There are not so many kinds of candied haws sold now, except hawthorn, which are yams, and oranges are relatively luxurious. To He Ping.

"Dad doesn't like to eat, you can eat."

He Ping didn't lie, he really didn't like this food, he ate enough of it when he was a child.

Xiao Zhuer looked at him stubbornly, as if if He Ping didn't take it, then he wouldn't eat it.

He Ping reluctantly took the candied haws, and Xiao Zhuer smiled and took a bite of the hawthorn candied haws.

"Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Xiao Zhu'er ate with sugar residue on his mouth.

He Ping also took a bite, the chilly sweet and sour taste, after not eating it for so many years, it is really delicious to eat it once in a while.

As the two walked and ate, they saw a stall selling children's toys, wooden knives, guns, halberds, slingshots, etc. Xiao Zhu'er showed a lack of interest.

Halfway through the shopping mall, why doesn't this kid like anything but food?
He Ping felt a little worried in his heart, is it possible that he will become a foodie in the future? It is not that our family does not have this condition.

Xiao Zhuer was holding the stove candy in one hand, and was stuffing the mung bean cake into his mouth with the other. Seeing his father looking at him worriedly, he thought that his father might be greedy, so he reached out and handed it to him.

"Dad won't eat it, you can eat it."

Forget it, it’s normal for a child to love to eat after suffering for so long, He Ping comforted himself.

He Ping took Xiao Zhu'er through the bustling crowd, and walked through the market from beginning to end, sweating all over his body, holding a bunch of things in his hand, all of which He Ping saw freshly bought at the moment, serious New Year's goods are Not at all.

When he returned to the car inspection place, Han Zhaojun's father, Han Yuzheng, was sitting in the car chatting with the old man who was watching the car. Seeing He Ping come back, he asked, "Why are you back so soon?"

"I bought something casually, and I plan to go shopping in the city later."

Han Yuzheng thought to himself why he didn’t have anything in his hands, that’s right, he earned thousands of yuan a year in manuscript fees alone, and the chicken farm divided thousands of yuan in red, how could the things in this big collection be worth seeing? Eye.

He Ping put the things in his hand on Han Yuzheng's donkey cart, "Uncle Yuzheng, please take my things home."

"Okay, you can pick it up at my house later."

"Okay. By the way, is Zhaojun going to the city? If so, I'll wait for him for a while."

"He won't go today, but he can go a year ago. You can go first, and you don't have to wait for him."

"Then I'll go first."

After speaking, He Ping bid farewell to Han Yuzheng, and rode a bicycle to Ping County with Xiao Zhuer on his back.

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