Early in the morning, I was "driven out" by my wife, and I said that it was the New Year, and I should buy some New Year goods, otherwise people would rub it in the first month. In fact, the family has pastries, fruits and melon seeds, and my son also bought a bag of fried grain bubbles (corn kernels) yesterday. Buy again, buy what? Unless it's a nut purchase. The order was issued, go around.
A few tens of meters out of the door, turn right is the vegetable market. The clouds were so thick and low that it seemed that they could pull a piece out of their reach. The cold wind stirs up the red-hot spring league, so that the withered season sprouts a little vitality, a little vitality, a little joy.
There were many people in the vegetable market, the road seemed cramped, and the air seemed to be crowded hot. I followed the flow of people north first. The hometown is used to selling vegetables, and the things to be sold still like to be placed on the ground as in the past. The bound old hen opened her frightened eyes and swept over the countless legs that crossed in front of her; the silly ducks were still "quacking", perhaps away from the water to express some resentment; the grass eggs were placed in the bamboo basket, one by one, bright and seductive; the yam with the stretched beard was still stained with less sediment, and a few were tied together, piled high; the celery sprouts and leek sprouts had never seen the sun, and the tender yellow and yellow seemed to melt when they were touched; and there were also young artemisias, green red peppers, white raw lotus, and live fish. It's too much to see. Buying vegetables is a wife's business, I will not match, do not know the market, do not want to be counted by her.
Out of the vegetable market, go outside the store, supermarket. Looking around, the river embankment is crowded with cars, the license plates of each province are available, and there are more tricycles and battery cars. Many people who have worked hard outside for a year and have been stingy for a year have become generous and bold at this moment. People carrying large bags and small bags in their hands, carrying large bags and small bags, are in a hurry. From time to time, I see familiar faces greeting, smiling, and before I can pull out my cigarette, the familiar becomes a stranger. There are also friends who have not been seen for many years, and when they meet, they just nod their heads, as one song says: "Just laugh it off." ”
Standing in the middle of the road, I was a little dazed for a while, and a wave of pity rose in my heart. All in a hurry, only leisure?
There are many kinds of new year goods in the stalls, such as rice sugar sesame sugar peanut candy, rice horn small frozen rice, peanut broad beans. In the past, there were all handmade things at home, and there were also those that were not made at home before. The bags are full of bags, swollen and bulging, with a layer of face exposed on it for critical eyes to review.
Seeing these equally familiar and unfamiliar "faces", my heart is like facing those acquaintances who rush by, and they lead me into the time of my childhood. Although it has been a long time, it has been carved into the bone marrow of people, and it cannot be erased if you want to.
I remember that the New Year goods in my childhood were all purchased by myself, and even the poorest families would be generous at the end of the year, which was not only to entertain guests in the New Year, but also to cut off the eyes of their own children to watch other people's children eat snacks. Lapdi, cut a few pots of sweet silk, rattling rice candy; roll a round rice bean; fry a few pots of fragrant peanuts, broad beans, corn bubbles, altar jars are stuffed with "New Year's flavor"; and steamed, boiled, fried... The strong scent of the village always led us children to jump around on the legs, and in the few days of the waxing moon, we became obedient and well-behaved.
In the year of the separation, in addition to the gifts of my relatives, the "New Year goods" I ran were only enough to buy a fish and two pounds of meat. I remember that Chinese New Year's Eve in addition to the radish greens in the vegetable field, the rice was a stove pot, and the pot was protruding from the fish head tofu. The meat was not willing to burn, leaving the tender guests. It was a hard time, but it survived.
Now the New Year goods are pickled and pickled. The sun-dried bacon shines brightly and emits a unique fragrance, of course, you can also pour some sausages, pickle some chicken, duck, these luxuries in the past are now the usual of ordinary people's homes. Fresh fish can be bought at any time, but it doesn't seem to matter, the children now know more than us, the eyes are sharp, this is not delicious, that has no taste, and said that some things will get cancer if they eat too much.
Our New Year goods preparation seems to be getting simpler and simpler, many eating, using, you think, did not expect, supermarkets in the Internet to help you think. You can also sit at home and press your mobile phone to point out the courier brother knocking on the door and shouting one after another.
I went around and bought some walnuts, hundreds of fruits, almonds, a few pounds, and carried them lightly in my hands. Back past the aquatic products, freshwater fish bouncing around in large basins, and there are also on the ground. The fish seller also didn't bother to pick it up in the basin, and seemed to be doing silent advertising.
There seems to be nothing to buy. Stopping to think about it, I turned to a stall and chose a few pairs of Spring Leagues and two red lanterns. New Year's Day, the red hot.