Fireworks are burning in the country market.

In my heart, there is always a local complex. This complex is the country market.

From the day the rural market was born, the fireworks remained unchanged with the changes of the times, just like the common swallows in front of the hall, and the frogs in the fields croaked and passed down from generation to generation.

The concept of human fireworks used to seem to be limited to the smoke from the kitchen under the eaves; Or the whole grains that feed the family; Or the pursuit of life is simply a "wife and children hot kang"

Think about it carefully, these fireworks contain very realistic ingredients, and the core contains the original ecological life of our coarse grains and wild vegetables, which has the taste of home, the taste of the world of mortals, and the taste of bitterness and sweetness.

In fact, life is just two simple words: alive. When people are alive, they should eat, drink and be happy. Must do, rest in the morning and rest at night; Getting married and having children is a must; We should not only plow and sow, but also ensure our survival in the world.

In rural areas, every morning, the smell of fireworks begins to diffuse, from the cough of men when they go to the toilet, to the jingle of moving farm tools when they go to the fields, from the symphony of pots and pans played by women when they are sleepy and in a hurry, from calling their children to get up for school, to dragging them home at night, watching TV that they sometimes don't understand, and even frying melon seeds. At this time, the smell of fireworks gives off warm light, like a bright lamp overhead.

When the anger under the eaves is really strong, all beings want to find a way to show the meaning of their lives.

So, one morning when you walk in the country market, you will smell pancakes, oil cakes and a touch of chopped green onion in a corner. So you can't stand it, sitting on a long wooden stool stained with water vapor, you will watch the eldest sister-in-law holding the child in the market, wearing a pair of baggy slippers, and even busy watching the road, with a smile on her face, licking the baby's tender lotus-root arm and muttering to herself.

Aunt took a basket of radish and cabbage, turned a corner from the outside of the market and crossed a narrow alley. As she walked, she didn't forget to spray water on the vegetables with a mineral water bottle.

Pick an uncle who has just settled in potatoes, wipe his healthy hair, adjust his cuffs and roll up the labor cloth. My trouser legs were liberated, so I went to the store next door to ask for some water and carefully wiped off the mud and dust on my heels. Uncle's chin is light blue. He wants to go to the market. Yesterday, he shaved first. We farmers should also keep our personal image in front of people, and be as full and shiny as potatoes in a basket.

Noon is the busiest time in the rural market.

The stall owner selling clothes is exerting his eloquence, trying to pull back the girl's hesitant steps like cross talk. Seeing that you are good-looking and good-looking, you will be the one who can really live in the future. I sold you my ankle pants cheaply. You are several years younger in clothes! Gnome male-",I said, elder sister, let's have a look. The price can be a little cheaper. Can we make it five dollars cheaper? Even if you don't buy it, the business can't be satisfactory, can it?

The stall owner's eyes are sincere and his words are eloquent, as if he was sorry for not buying his things. The girl couldn't stand the temptation of the stall owner's words, and her heart suddenly softened. She bought and bought. A young man is going to propose in a few days!

The stall owner collected the money, carefully packed his pants and repeatedly said, "Elder sister, come and see me more in the future. I sell clothes here as long as it is a market day. There will be no problem with the clothes. Come to me if you have any questions. " So I fiddled with the neat girl, picked up the messy clothes stall, and shouted, look, look, fashionable clothes are affordable! Then take a sip of water and carefully search for the next prey.

Noisy people are constantly flowing in the country market, drilling around like fish. Candy stalls, toy stalls, farm tools stalls, fruit seedlings stalls, herbal stalls, tobacco stalls, paper money stalls, shaving stalls, food, sour peaches, seasonal vegetables ... flooded every corner of the market. A dazzling array of articles, greetings from acquaintances, bargaining voices, holding your eyes, the smell of fireworks lingers.

The country market, bathed in fireworks, is not very exciting, and the fresh local flavor is touching.

I've always liked this original flavor, strolling around country fairs and listening to slang and proverbs that have been close friends for a long time. The local dialect keeps pouring in, just like drinking a cup of old wine, which is fragrant and mellow and warms the heart and spleen.

In a corner of the market, a red plastic tent was erected with a food stall covered with tofu and baked potatoes, which was a rare market enjoyment. Several men have sold out their agricultural products, so they came to a food stall, put the empty pickaxe aside, sat around the table in the southeast and northwest, and drank two cups after two.

The catering boss is all smiles. She likes to have more customers. The crowded customers can explain at least two things. First, her cooking tastes good, and second, it is affordable. Neither can be taken lightly, otherwise, what is a stall? The point is, if a guest eats and comes back next time, the repeat customer is her gold owner. The more repeat customers, the more she gets.

Without the supervision of their wives, the four thought it would be natural for them to drink. They wiped their hands on the corners of their clothes and tore open a piece of tofu that was not baked in place without waiting.

The proprietress said quickly, not yet, she will have a stomachache.

I'm not afraid. I can't wait. I'm filthy and I'm not sick after eating it. One of the men's Adam's apple moved, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, eating this baked tofu is like a young man begging for a wife. I can't wait!

The proprietress was teased and joked that, brother, at this age, why is the mentality still so young?

That's-that's what I like! Tofu is like a wife. The man picked up a small handleless wine cup in Baogu and greeted three drinkers for wine. Mmm, it's delicious and delicious. Come on, let's have a rest and eat something! Today is my treat. We haven't met in one place for a long time. Boss, bring the cold-rolled powder quickly and ask for a big bowl! Rural people eat and eat, and they eat when they cook.

A man is a chatterbox, and he can't tolerate others interrupting, calling for drinks, and rushing to tear tofu.

It is better to stay in the daytime than to stay in the daytime. Well, it's raining. Four drinkers moved the table to the back room and enjoyed it in Hong Kong.

The man simply unbuttoned his clothes, revealing a dark belly and lifting his skirt.

The proprietress said, Emma, it's finally raining, and it's hard to find water to wash zongzi. It's better to go down a little bit and lower the heat!

Remind four drinkers in a word, can't it be another day in May? I almost forgot that my wife asked me to buy Zongye in the street. Don't just care about your luck, your family is still waiting!

The men drank the wine in a hurry, paid to leave, and went to the alley selling vegetables and plants to buy zongye.

Rare rain makes the market smell of earth, refreshing. The heat of the rural market has subsided, but it is still lively. Everyone knows that it won't rain after washing zongzi for a long time, and they are too lazy to play an umbrella. Of course, no one expected that it would rain in the hot market, and there was no need for rain protection.

All the people who went to the market were villagers, head to head. Going to the market is like visiting. Talk about parents, buy some needles and needles, tidy up pots and pans, and talk about weddings and funerals. Life is like this, everyone is equal, who won't have a headache and brain fever? People are nothing more than companionship, and there is no need to distinguish between high and low status.

Because of the smell of fireworks, the rural market also has a strong humanistic color, with the yellow sky and heavy soil as the background.

The taste of the country market is the taste of life, which is connected with people's hearts, and there are simple feelings and true feelings in the blood. The smell of human fireworks exudes a unique flavor in the sun, and ordinary people live an ordinary life, generation after generation, forever and ever.

In fact, the strong fireworks in the rural market is nothing more than proving a fact: how can it be boring if you have enough food and clothing and are safe for the country and the people?

? 2020.06.26