Essay about visiting supply and marketing cooperatives

I have loved visiting supply and marketing cooperatives since I was a child. I remember that as long as I can remember, there was a supply and marketing cooperative in the east end of the village. My mother was in the supply and marketing cooperative at that time, and she was bound by family ties, so I loved visiting the supply and marketing cooperative. After I went to elementary school, I saw there were There is a dazzling array of products, many of which are necessities for my study. I always like to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy notebooks, pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers, ballpoint pens, etc. This is because I like to visit the supply and marketing cooperative for my study needs. When I was in middle school, I wanted to see Looking at the wonderful world outside, there was really nothing to see at that time, so I walked out of the village with my classmates and went to the supply and marketing cooperative. This different visit to the supply and marketing cooperative left me with deep memories and wonderful aftertaste.

When I was a child, I went to the supply and marketing cooperative. I ran away from home. I was not as tall as the counter, but I was willing to look at the shelves in the counter. If I couldn’t see it, I would cling to the counter with my hands and my feet. He raised his head, stretched his neck, and moved forward with all his strength, looking at what was in the supply and marketing cooperative. It seemed that there were countless products on the counter, and there were endless wonders inside. Only by raising one's feet and taking a look can one satisfy the temptation just now. desire and childish psychology. My eyes were looking around at so many products, and all I wanted was the candy bar placed in the middle of the counter.

When my mother saw me, she asked: "What are you doing here by yourself?" I said: "I have nothing to do but come to play and want to eat sweets." At that time, every child loved to eat sweets. Sometimes my mother would take out one or two cents from her pocket and put it into the money box on the counter. Then she would take out one or two pieces of candy from the counter and hand it to me, and then say, "Let's go." I would take the candy. Just leave. Sometimes when my mother sees me coming, she just asks and doesn’t give me candy. I wait outside the counter for a long time and has no intention of giving me candy. When I see that there is no hope of waiting any longer, I walk home listlessly. . Sometimes when the male salesperson sees me standing outside the counter, he will hand me one or two pieces of candy. My mother will say, "Don't give it to him." But I have already received it in my hand and ran out of the supply and marketing cooperative compound. , laughter came from behind. Occasionally, I would hear comments: "What do you call a child? All children are like this." Later I found out that the candy the male salesperson gave me was paid for by my mother after I ran home. The male salesperson only makes good money. I also know that a piece of candy cost one cent at that time, but it was not easy to earn a penny with hard work at that time. Sometimes I would see my little friend crying and howling and asking his mother for candy, but his mother would just ignore him and end up rolling around crying. His mother didn't buy it either. It wasn't that his mother was cruel, it was just that she didn't have the money. This incident touched me greatly, and I rarely visited the supply and marketing cooperative after that. Later, as I grew up, I also understood why my mother didn’t buy me candy every time. She wanted me to develop good habits from an early age. Good habits are difficult to develop, but bad habits can be learned as soon as possible. If you buy sweets every time you go to the supply and marketing cooperative, you will get used to it over time, and you will think it is what you should do, and bad habits will naturally develop. After thinking about it, not only do I not blame my mother, but I respect her even more.

After I went to school, I no longer had to worry about the male salesperson giving me candies, but by then the salesperson had changed. At that time, I mostly visited supply and marketing cooperatives to buy notebooks, pencils, pencil sharpeners, erasers, and ballpoint pens. class. I remember that my favorite items were ballpoint pens and window paper. When I buy a ballpoint pen, I always love to play with it in my hand. I can’t put it down. I wonder how the ballpoint pen is so exquisitely made, has such a beautiful color, and has such a beautiful shape (at that time, I couldn’t say it was beautiful). There are so many mechanisms in the ballpoint pen, like now. When appreciating a piece of handicraft, I always like to twist and turn it. If you twist and turn it too many times, it will get damaged. If it gets damaged, go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy it. You know, buying a ballpoint pen at that time cost twenty or three cents, which was all the hard-earned money of the parents!

When I was a child, I loved to buy window paper and nail books from the supply and marketing cooperative, not to save money, but to look good, be affordable, and be easy to use. Every time I buy window paper, my grandmother or mother will help me fold it layer by layer, then cut the layers with a knife, and bind them with staples, and everything will be fine. Looking at the notebook I nailed, it is bright white and really beautiful. There are no horizontal lines or squares. Although the writing is not so neat and beautiful, it is free and convenient. I didn’t know what words to use to praise me at that time, but later I realized that what I wanted to say, the great man had already said: “A blank piece of paper, without any burden, makes it easy to write the latest and most beautiful words, and to draw the latest and most beautiful pictures.” It turns out that great men also have such a high opinion of blank paper.

When I was in junior high school, the commune’s education reform team organized a trip to an area five miles away from the school to visit a cultural exhibition, which was a feast for the eyes.

After viewing the exhibition, there was ten minutes of free time. I don’t know who shouted first. The male and female students rushed to the Beitai Supply and Marketing Cooperative next to it like a swarm. They saw the dozens of supply and marketing cooperatives newly built with red bricks, which were really impressive and had a brand new look. The doors, windows, and door and window baffles have just been spray-painted with brown paint. They are really novel. When you walk into the supply and marketing cooperative, it is spacious and bright. All the goods are clearly classified, neatly placed, and the goods are complete. If you don’t compare, you don’t know. If you compare, you will be shocked. The brand-new supply and marketing cooperative is in sharp contrast to the old supply and marketing cooperative in the village. The outside world is still wonderful. That first visit to the external supply and marketing cooperative opened my eyes. Later, I couldn't take it back.

On Sundays or holidays, I like to hang out with three or five classmates and ride my bicycle to visit Beitai and Qilihe Supply and Marketing Cooperatives. Sometimes I buy things I need for study, sometimes I don’t need to buy anything. Just for fun and relaxation, looking at the scene, your eyes are slippery, so romantic, so interesting, so interesting? This is really called visiting the supply and marketing cooperative.

Things are different when you get to high school. The education system has been reformed and education has become stricter. You can only have time to visit the supply and marketing cooperative after school at noon or in the afternoon. The school is about a mile away from the commune supply and marketing cooperative. I had nothing to do at noon. I often strolled around the supply and marketing cooperative with my classmates. I had many acquaintances when I visited the supply and marketing cooperative. The fat auntie who sold steamed buns at the Dongtou Restaurant of the supply and marketing cooperative was My mother's former colleague always liked to smile when meeting people. He would not smile or speak, and his gold teeth would show when he smiled. The fat aunt became more enthusiastic when she saw me, and always asked me to eat steamed buns. At first, she wouldn't let me pay. Later, I always paid in full, and I still came here occasionally to eat steamed buns. The fat aunt always asked about my mother when she saw me. It seemed that the friendship between them was extraordinary. My visit to the supply and marketing cooperative rekindled the bond between them.

In the middle of a row of supply and marketing cooperatives is the daily necessities department. A highly respected elder in the village is the manager here. He is tall and burly, has kind eyes, and has a nice voice. He is in my heart. Zhongzhen is like a "Maitreya Buddha". I sometimes met him in the supply and marketing cooperative. I didn't say much to him, but I respected him very much.

The west end of that row of supply and marketing cooperatives is the means of production sales department. My cousin (my father’s uncle and brother) is the manager there. He doesn’t have what I need to buy, but every time I pass by here, I I always have to go in to take a look and say hello to my cousin. I come here to visit the supply and marketing cooperative to "visit" because of family ties. It was the family relationship with my cousin that led to a story. One day, when I was in class in the first year of high school, my cousin and my mother anxiously called me out of the classroom, saying that my cousin asked them to come. The supply and marketing cooperative was about to recruit a contract worker, and they asked me if I wanted to go. If I wanted to go, I would tell my uncle to tell the secretary and director immediately. I was a little discouraged when I heard that he was a contract worker, but I thought that standing at the counter in the supply and marketing cooperative would be quite magical. I thought about it again and again, and after about one class, I finally reluctantly gave up.

Since then, I visited the supply and marketing cooperative more often. I carefully observed what the salespeople were doing. What could I do if I went to the supply and marketing cooperative? Will I regret it in the future? But I thought at the time, if my future job was not as good as that of a salesperson, I would definitely be a little disappointed and regret it.

I remember that my father and I visited the supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, when my father and I passed by the supply and marketing cooperative on our way home from the city, my father said to me: "Let's go to your uncle's place and have a look." I said, "Okay," and followed my father into the means of production sales department. I saw that the wall of the sales department was covered with slogans. There were about a dozen large pieces of white paper, and some were even densely covered with writing. I was very curious at the time, why were there still big slogans posted in the supply and marketing cooperative? So I asked my uncle: "Who wrote this? Why did you write this?" "I wrote it, and I was asked to write the form (situation), so I had to write." I thought that my uncle only had a primary school education and could write with a brush. The writing is really good. As for the form that my uncle is talking about? Or is it the situation? I still can't figure it out. Form means making a form, and necessary forms must still be in place; situation means the political situation, and it was a critical time to "counter the right-leaning trend of overturning verdicts." There was no way, even small sales departments had to adapt to the situation. I couldn't help but admire my cousin even more, not just for his calligraphy.

When my cousin saw that my father and I were sweating a little, he asked us to sit down at the air vent of the counter door. He handed my father a Harvest cigarette to smoke, and he poured it for me again. Half a teacup of hot water was put into the water tank to cool down. I admired my uncle's wisdom at that time because I had never seen anyone do this before.

My father and my cousin were pulling the crotch, and while I was drinking water, I kept looking at the products in the production and sales department, but I couldn’t see the Golden Deer bicycle I was looking for. , that bicycle was a hot-selling commodity at that time, but my cousin bought two for my family. I remember the price was: 152 yuan and 40 cents. I was thinking at the time, my cousin didn’t deal in bicycles, so how did he buy a bicycle? At that time, my mind was really at a loss because it was difficult to buy bicycles at that time. Even if you worked in a supply and marketing cooperative, it was not easy to buy them. My cousin bought them across different types of stores. I admired my uncle even more.

Later, my uncle was promoted to the director of the supply and marketing cooperative. One person in my hometown became the manager of the purchasing station, and another person became the manager of the coal mine. There are also people who succeeded my uncle in the production materials store department, including daily necessities stores. There were also people who worked as accountants, custodians, and drivers in the supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, there were no less than ten people working in the supply and marketing cooperative. Someone said humorously: "Pantao Supply and Marketing Cooperative will soon belong to the Qiao family."

My younger brother worked as an accountant in a coal yard under the jurisdiction of a supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, I no longer visited the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, but to find friends, drink tea, chat, and have dinner together. When I have free time, I like to go in and sit down when I pass by the supply and marketing cooperative. At that time, what I "shopping" in the supply and marketing cooperative is about family affection and friendship.

I remember when the new millennium came, one day, I was riding a motorcycle to my hometown. When I passed the supply and marketing cooperative, I stopped and wanted to go in and take a look. Then I saw my brother pushing his old 80 The motorcycle walked out from the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative with a dejected look and a strong smell of alcohol all over his body. I originally wanted to sit in the supply and marketing cooperative, but seeing my brother like this, I let it go. My brother didn't invite me, but he said to me sadly: "The supply and marketing cooperative is blind. What are you doing with more than 200 yuan a month now?" I said. He said some words of comfort to him, but he said nothing, only sighing "Alas, alas" from his throat.

After some time, I heard from my brother that the supply and marketing cooperative had declared bankruptcy, and its employees were dispersed, with most of them going home. I was very sorry to hear that the prosperous supply and marketing cooperative collapsed overnight. This was all a product of the planned economy. I can no longer visit the supply and marketing cooperative, and I no longer even have the opportunity to sit in the supply and marketing cooperative. I can't help but feel a little sad in my heart.

Visiting the supply and marketing cooperative bears the mark of the times. Today's supermarkets and shops have replaced the supply and marketing cooperatives, but I can never forget the shadow of the supply and marketing cooperatives in the past, and I can't forget the deep feelings and deep emotions of visiting the supply and marketing cooperatives...