Last year's May Day, there were five days of vacation, thinking that the New Year community was closed and did not return to my hometown, this time I must go back.
Before leaving, my mother called and told me not to take the original road under the highway, but to take the net red road, the road has been repaired, and it is very good to go.
The so-called net red road is actually a road built by the county to a scenic spot in the west of our village, but it is only half repaired, only two or three kilometers east of our village.
The reason why it is called net red road is because both sides of the road are planted with Gesang flowers, and when the flowers bloom, they are colorful and delicate. Coupled with the blue lights on both sides of the road, the lights are lit up at night, and at a glance, it winds through the wilderness for more than ten kilometers, which is spectacular.
So there are many people to take pictures and play, after spreading to the Internet, this road is on fire, everyone will call this road a net red road.
In fact, this road has an official name - Happiness Road.
I think the original intention of this name is to hope that this road can drive the nearby villagers to develop the economy and embark on the road of happiness.
On May Day, I got up early in the morning, afraid of traffic jams on the road when I was late. The road is very smooth, an hour and a half off the highway, not far north is the net red road, no, or call her Happy Road.
In the end, it is a new road, built very beautifully, although it has not yet been built to the scenic spot, there are still many people. Naturally, there are nearby villagers on both sides of the road who set up stalls to buy things.
There are drink sellers, snacks, specialties grown by their own families, and playgrounds in the open spaces on the side of the road.
I was dangling, more than a dozen kilometers of road, and I was stunned to drive for half an hour. On the way, I also saw several aunts in our village, and my sister-in-law set up a stall on the side of the road. There are peanut sellers, walnuts, honeysuckle, and millet.
In front of each stall, there is a cardboard with what is sold on it. The aunt who sells millet writes that the millet grown by himself is pure natural, pollution-free, ten yuan a pound.
I didn't think about it so much, I just wanted to laugh a little, we rural people say that what they grow is pure natural, pollution-free, there is no other word to say.
I saw that there were many people around in front of their stalls, and it seemed that this pure natural pollution-free word was very lethal, and the people in the city still ate this set.
After getting off the Happy Road, walk another two or three kilometers to get home.
When I got home at eleven o'clock, my mother was already busy in the kitchen for half a day, making my favorite steamed buns.
I took the drinks and fruits from the car, and other food down, put them in the box, put down my things, and was about to go out, when I saw a bag of undone millet in the corner, twenty-five kilograms.
I was a little curious, came out and asked my mother, why buy so much millet? Are you done eating?
The mother has not been angry, the father is not angry to say, not your mother, look at the front yard of your aunt, selling millet on the internet red road to earn money, but also want to sell.
I thought, no, people in the city buy millet grown by farmers, let's this is the rice of the grain and oil store, will the people in the city buy it?
Fart, just our land here, can we grow millet? Every year the drought is going to die, and the seeds are not in the middle! Your aunt's millet was not also bought by the grain and oil store, and it was changed into a bag!
Father laughed and said, No, it's been a few days since I bought it, and your mother is embarrassed to go. I know it's this, when you're gone, you take a little, and then give your sister a little bit of it... Don't sell it.
The aunt in the front yard, I know, when I was young, I would set up a stall, I sold everything, although I was not doing any big business, but I was still a bit economically minded. Since the happiness road was repaired, I couldn't sit still when I saw that the more people came to play, the more people who came to play, the villagers who were close to it were doing business.
I thought about it and thought of such a crooked method, went to the town grain and oil store to buy a bag of millet, the cost is only about four pieces of a pound, change a bag, take it to the happiness road to sell, said that it was planted in their own field, sold ten pieces of a pound, the result of the city people will eat and recognize this, you five pounds, he ten pounds, selling is not bad, sold for five or six days, but also sold more than two hundred pounds.
The mother looked in her eyes and thought of doing the same, so she had a hot brain and went to town to bring a bag back.
After coming back, I regretted it, after all, this was a lie, although my mother was stronger, she also had a good face, and she couldn't pull down her face to do this business.
Understand the ins and outs of the matter, feel a little funny, just advise the mother, do not sell it, this thing we really can't do it, besides, immediately this road will continue to the west to repair, will pass behind our village, close to, more opportunities, we can't do it here, planting a few dishes is still OK, when the time comes to open a farm, what is not OK, the old two mouths have opened a restaurant.
The mother also looked away, smiled and said, they are all this age, that has the energy to open a farm. However, among the various vegetables, our family has a piece of land close to the road to be built, we plant vegetables, drive through the road can be seen, when the time comes, on the side of the road stalls to sell vegetables.
Yes, when the time comes, I will write you a signboard, pure natural, pollution-free, fresh and visible!
I laughed myself after saying that...
Stayed at home for a few days, the holiday is coming to an end, before leaving, my mother took the bag of millet, divided it into two bags, put it on the car for me, let me keep a bag for myself, and when I passed the provincial city, I took a bag for my sister's family...
Later, when I called my mother to chat, my mother told me that the village chief had spoken, and it was okay to go to the stall on happiness road, but it could not be nonsense, it was originally a road to get rich, and if it was bad, it would be blind. Then, the aunt who sold millet never sold this "pure natural, pollution-free" millet again.