The second day of the homecoming diary: get up early in the morning to go to the market

Parents at home to build a vegetable garden, there are many dishes planted in it, there are peppers, eggplant, as well as winter melon and coriander radish, etc., in previous years, my father always took these uneaten dishes early, with a tricycle to the county market to sell.

This year, because my father suddenly fell ill and was discharged from the hospital some time ago, the sale of vegetables was shelved, and when I came home from the holiday, when we opened the small door of the vegetable garden, I suddenly found that those vegetables had grown up, especially coriander, in my mother's words, if I did not sell them, I could only make them as breeders.

After being discharged from the hospital, my father was still so fast and fast, he almost did not think about it, and decided to dispose of the dishes at the market tomorrow.

My mother was worried that my father's health had not yet fully recovered, so she told me to follow my father to the market to sell vegetables.

That night we sorted out the vegetables in the vegetable garden, and early in the morning of the second day, when the sky was still gray and bright, we heard a knock at the door, and the 2 old people had already gotten up and were ready to go to the market to sell vegetables.

I said how not to wake me up, my mother said she wanted me to sleep a little longer, and this time, it made my nose sour, so I couldn't help but say, immediately got dressed, and then rushed out of the room.

At this time, my father had already packed the dishes neatly on the tricycle, took the flashlight handed by my mother, and went with my father to the vegetable market more than a dozen miles away.

The road from the countryside to the county seat was hardly a little light, only the tricycles we drove, flashing a little cold in the wind, and occasionally, there were one or two cars coming at a rapid pace, and a puff of smoke disappeared again, but when they docked with us, the light from a distance almost pierced my eyes.

"It's so unsafe!" I muttered two sentences in the next meaning, and I couldn't help but worry about my father in my heart: he usually travels between the county and his home, or sells vegetables, or goes into the city to do other things, such a day, for an old man, it is really inappropriate, I am a son, I should consider a safe and happy long-term plan for his old man, and what is the actual situation now?

Thinking of this, I began to hate myself involuntarily, feeling that I, as a son, was of no use, and I could not properly handle my parents' later life.

When I arrived at the vegetable market, it was already overcrowded, and I heard that there were many people who rushed to the market in the morning, and at two o'clock in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but move in my heart after listening: Farmers make money, it is not easy!

Looking around in the vegetable market, I finally found an open space, just stopped the car, the stall owners on both sides said that there were already people, I had to change a place in the unknown, I did not think, to another vacant land, is still the same by the neighbors left and right, with the first experience, I decided not to leave, so I said: "I am here, wait for someone to come and I will go!" ”

In this way, I found a stall in the market where I could sell vegetables.

Because I am not familiar with the market situation, the coriander brought by the vegetable vendor is sold out within a few minutes, and when it is idle, I found that the original cilantro market is 10 yuan a pound, and I only sell 2.5 yuan a pound, so it will be so popular.

The so-called stall owner that my father had been worried about never appeared, and when the sun rose in mid-air, our dishes were basically sold out, and only a few bags of persimmons had been left unattended, and there was no way but to bring them back.

Finally, it is worth mentioning that in what era, the country is full of huinong policies, did not think, in this front of the market, although I sold a little vegetables, or was levied a market management fee of 1 yuan, although the money is not much, but it recalled my childhood with my mother to the county to sell vegetables, by those market managers roughly pushed experience .......