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—— The nineteen of the "村.” "Series

□ Li Donghong

Every time I return to my hometown, I like to go to the town to catch a collection.

On the market, there are everything on both sides of the road. It is small to the needle line, the middle to the table bench, the large to the refrigerator washing machine, especially the sweet fruit I like to eat, the pointed, curved one, there is a one on it, there is a one on it. Layer of sugar, like a curved moon. When I was young, my mother often made this sweet fruit for us. Every time I get a collection, I will buy some of them to bring back to Zhengzhou and bring back a memory.

The first time I was a child, I followed my mother.

At that time, the conditions at home were not good. In order to subsidize the family, the mother often made cloth flowers, and then sold it on the market, which was the kind of girls.

That night, the mother made a cloth flower for one night. When I woke up in the middle of the night, the mother was still doing it. She wants to do more and sell more money.

Early the next morning, the mother called me and set off. On the countryside in the countryside, the mother was carrying a basket on her left arm, and my right hand pulled my little hand. On both sides of the road are the wheat fields that have just been drawn, and there are rapeseed flowers shaking their heads.

About an hour, arrived in the town market. There are so many people in the market, and they shoulder the shoulder, and all kinds of called selling sounds. The mother didn't say a word, and found a booth on the side of the road, and the basket was placed in front of the basket. I was afraid that I would lose, and my mother asked me to sit next to her.

The first one who came to buy cloth flowers was a aunt who took her about seven or eight years old. She spent 5 cents a money. When the colorful cloth flowers were worn on the girl's head, she "giggled" Since laughing, I have been happy and unable to close, showing the teeth that have not been long.

At more than 1 noon, a package was sold out, selling more than 20 yuan in total.

"Go, baby, mother buy you a biscuits." The mother slowly stood up from the ground, pulled my hand, and came to a sesame cake stand.

"A sesame cake, 5 cents of beef." The mother said to the stall owner.

It is so delicious with beef and beef, but it was a luxury at that time.

I just took a bite and found that my mother didn't eat: "Mom, why don't you eat it?"

"Mom is not hungry, you can eat, just grow your body."

I know that the mother is not hungry, but is reluctant to eat.

The second time I followed the mother.

At that time, the family planted sugar cane, and the villagers were called sugarcane as "sweet straw". That day, the mother pulled a car to harvest sugar cane, walking hard, sweating, and I pushed it in the back.

Still the countryside, or the lively market.

One morning, my mother was reluctant to eat and bought me a sesame cake and beef.

The third rush is to follow his father and sell cows.

At that time, a cow was raised at home, and it was also a strong labor, plowing, cultivated land, and Limai, all of which were. Sometimes, when my father and mother were busy farming, I cut grass to feed the cattle. I was afraid that the cow was stolen. Every night, I took the cow to the west -headed house where I lived and looked at it.

In fact, the mother was reluctant to sell the cow. The reason why the cattle were selling was because the conditions at home were not good, and the father insisted on selling.

There is a place to sell cows on the market. On that day, there were many people selling cattle, including Dazheng, Mavericks, and flowers with spots on their bodies. The "soldiers" kept traveling back and forth on the bull market to help people bargain. His father was wearing a gray hat, a gray top, smoking cigarettes, squatting on the ground, no words, waiting for the buyer.

After waiting for a long time, a few people bought cows. After bargaining, I felt that the price was appropriate. My father sold the cow to a buyer. When I left, my father bought a few candy and put it in my pocket ...

Right now, the planting crops have been mechanized, and there are no longer selling cows and buying cows on the market.

There is a kind of memory, which is beautiful. No matter how the years flow, it will be kept in my heart, just like the old tree in the village, the old house.

The same is true.

[About the author: Li Donghong, a native of Fugou County, Henan, graduated from the Department of Journalism of Zhengzhou University. He has successively served as editor and reporter of the Henan Daily, deputy director of the news special release department, and deputy director of the new media department. The editor -in -chief of the Henan Legal System. He has published 5 minister novels and prose collection of "Want to Watch Rain", "Anti -Corruption", "I'm a Police", "Question of Life", "52 Letters Written to Mother". Among them, "Question of Life" won the "Five One Engineering Awards" in Henan Province. .

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