Hidden Assassin: [Lingjing] The grievances of the auntie at the vegetable market

In the winter of 1998, Jianghai, Shaohua District

　　 It rained in the middle of the night last night. The asphalt road at the door of the vegetable market was already sloppy. With the efforts of all kinds of wheels, the ground was messed up as usual.

　　 The building that constitutes this vegetable market, the outer wall is washed stone rice, this material is impossible to be used anymore; the unnecessary height of the roof forms a huge vertical space, if the weather is good, the sun shines from the surrounding walls The hollowed-out place shines in to form a slanted beam of light. The low one-story houses extend to both sides, looking a little farther away, they are new buildings and new communities wrapped in tiles, terrazzo, and mosaics. In fact, this is the epitome of most Chinese cities in that era: tradition and new trends are squeezed together, and each other is in peace. Of course, the so-called tradition here is actually only a few decades old at most. Most of them started from the end of the 1940s and were deeply influenced by the Soviet style and gradually developed.

　　The concrete table used for hawking has long been occupied. The outside is also filled with the bottom of the wall of the vegetable market. The trolley occupies the most extensive area, followed by the bamboo basket picked by the pole, or there is only one basket at all. It's full of eggs. Going all the way from the entrance without a gate, various ingredients emit different smells. The place where the river is concentrated is naturally lingering fishy, ​​and the vicinity of the meat stall always makes people involuntarily think of greasy fat... Together with the yelling and shouting to give way one after another, mixed together, it is the breath of an active vegetable market.

　　 "Ahee——"

　　"Have you caught a cold?"

　　<< This girl touches the man’s face with her hand outside, and she is still wearing school uniform. Now children don’t know how to be ashamed.....

　　 "No, maybe someone is talking about me again, it's been like this in recent days..."

　　 "I miss you, right?"

　　 "Generally speaking, someone hates me..."

　　 "Who?"

　　 "Who knows, there are too many suspects..."

　　<< At a young age, not learning well, flirting and flirting, how old are two little ghosts......

　　.........

　　 Canglin knows the etiquette. From another perspective, one can say the same: When life is worry-free, people start to think about it.

　　 Fifty is the age of knowing the destiny. Zhang Sufen feels that she has learned some and lost more.

　　 I don’t know who took the lead. When did it start, the residents on the first floor of the two buildings in the factory dormitory area gradually began to enclose the flower garden in front of their house and used it as a yard. He took the lead in pulling the masonry and cement from the factory, building a fence, and installing iron gates and roofs, like an independent small kingdom. Zhang Sufen's family has parents-in-laws. They have worked all their lives. They were nagging about going back to the country from time to time. Now they are all right. The two elderly people can grow whatever they want to eat at home, which is also a joy. Occasionally, if there is something that cannot be eaten every day and left unattended, the parents-in-law will sell them at the nearby vegetable market in exchange for the money to supplement Zhang Sufen's household. The so-called self-employed, hawkers, and the like, the old people do not take this as a nuisance, perhaps because the country has not been born before their outlook on life and values ​​were formed.

　　 Zhang Sufen is smarter than her parents-in-law is that she has learned to go to more remote suburban greenhouses to buy goods, because off-season vegetables are more popular. Perhaps she was afraid of difficulties at the beginning, because with her usual personality, she did not want to show her face. Her life had been peaceful for many years, but now she is entangled with these trivial things every day, calculating which dishes are good for sale and which ones are profitable, and contradictory. The psychology then dissipated day by day.

　　Money cannot guarantee to earn a little more day by day, but overall it has gone up a lot, and the doorway to purchase goods is also seen through day by day. Since Zhang Sufen joined the vegetable and fruit sales industry, she has stopped It belongs to the category of "employee's family", which has been used for more than 20 years. Now, perhaps she should be called "the family member of the hawker~IndoMTL.com~ Now even if the husband is really laid off, the family has the protection against wind and rain." Zhang Sufen feels fortunate for her ability. On the other hand, she also feels helpless for her fortune. She doesn't want her own market gas to become more proficient, and she doesn't want to see her neighbors gradually break away from the life circle and rules of the factory, but she There is no way, because she herself is also one of them. Twenty years ago, the pace of life was slow and stable, and now everyone is involuntarily rushed forward by the rapids. Yes, this society is changing at an acceleration. Everyone is the same person. If there is a difference, then you can probably know what each other is like. Now all kinds of new things are emerging, and more and more, Zhang Sufen doesn't like this state, and he can't understand it. Most of them are fresh.

　　 "Why buy cucumber..."

　　"Cucumber is good for the liver, and it is anti-tumor. Well, it can also be sliced ​​and applied to the face."

　　 "I haven't seen you and Sha Sha before."

　　 "Hehe, trouble, I don't like the sticky feeling."

　　 "I think your skin is good enough."

　　 "Really?"

　　 "Hmm."

　　 "Why laugh like this."

　　 "Happy..."

　　<< Come on, look for money as soon as possible and leave as soon as possible. I look dizzy!

　　 people left, the owner of another fruit and vegetable stall asked Zhang Sufen: "Hey, are the new cucumbers good for sale? They say they are off-season vegetables, so I will buy some tomorrow."

　　 "Cucumbers? It's not easy to sell now." Zhang Sufen's tone hasn't gone well yet.

　　 "What's wrong?"

　　 "The little girls now know that they are in premature love..."