Prose does not forget small interests
Prose does not forget small interests. In this society, there are actually many people with low income and low social status. They can be said to be ordinary. , but they were very interesting and built their own little world, reading the prose without forgetting the little fun. Prose Don’t Forget Little Interests 1
Many times, we will find that ordinary people are very interesting and happy.
A small shop facing the street, located in the market. The small shop built with simple planks is very exquisite and clean, and sells some non-staple food and seasonings.
In my opinion, the profit of this store is only worth one person's salary. In the corner outside the shop, there is a simple and chic small floor table.
There is a small stool next to the floor table. The distance between the stool and the table is very tight, just enough to accommodate one person. The limited space is cleverly arranged by the owner, which creates a lot of interest.
What is even more tempting is that there are cups filled with green tea on the table. When the store's business is slow, they will sit here, sip tea, and steal some leisure time in the busy life.
On my way to work, I passed a section of tree-lined road where cycling enthusiasts were passing by. I often see a poorly dressed young man riding a nearly scrapped bicycle on this stretch of road.
Judging from the outfit, this cycling enthusiast’s financial situation is evident and I dare not compliment him. However, what is unique about him is that the audio equipment is installed on the car. He wears a headset and sings loudly and narcissistically as he rides.
A down-and-out literary young man. When he drove past, passers-by laughed: a "madman". But he never forgets his feelings and life when he is frustrated, which passers-by will not experience.
My neighbor is a teacher, he has many holidays and his salary is not high. It seems that his life is poor, but it contains rich cultural life. He loves calligraphy and practicing calligraphy every day is a compulsory homework.
Practice hard for 20 years. He has become famous in European sports and is somewhat famous. There are many people asking for letters, and he often writes wedding couplets and Spring Festival couplets for neighborhood friends without taking any money. He is always cheerful and full of energy when he is busy. Elegance in plainness and interest decorate life.
Many people do not have high incomes and do not have high social status. They are ordinary and ordinary, but they live a meaningful life. They carefully created little interests for themselves and built their own little world. Prose Don’t Forget Little Interests 2
Small Street Interests
There are only a few thousand people on Phoenix Island. If there are people, there will be markets, and if there are markets, there will be small streets.
Phoenix Street is a shaker-shaped street. In the early morning, the place becomes lively. Some people came to the street with chickens and ducks. The chickens and ducks seemed to know their fate and croaked extra loudly. The man who carries the burden is accustomed to shouting in a rough voice, "You raise it at home, it is guaranteed to taste delicious, and it will be sold by chance!"
Farm vegetables are sold to people in government agencies. The vegetable seller enthusiastically said to people that this vegetable was just picked from the field. Look, it is still juicy. It’s spiritual!
The buyer and seller are very familiar with each other. Usually after selling lettuce, the vegetable seller will give the buyer a bunch of chopped green onions or a few stalks of garlic. Both parties laughed, let's do business tomorrow morning!
The oil smoke in front of the deep-fried dough sticks pot was glowing blue in the morning sun. Several old tea drinkers were already sitting at the table talking loudly about the latest news in Zhoutou and Zhouwei, which filled the street. People look here from time to time.
Those old people seemed to be no one, still talking and laughing loudly about their own topics. Those old ladies who got together to sell corn cobs were probably the people living in the house of those old men. They looked at the pride of those old men and glanced at them from time to time, but there was deep satisfaction in the corners of their eyes.
They sell a few corn cobs with their buds still on them, along with a cooked golden corn cob. Eat it, eat it, it’s not a loss to you, the Benliu grain is delicious. !
Suddenly, a pig began to bray at the end of the street. But it turned out that the pigs were being killed on site.
The pig butcher was shouting, and several strong men were pressing a fat pig on the bench. The pig was howling desperately, and the strong men were pressing the head and grabbing the feet. Everything was done with skill and skill.
The pig-killer held the blood-letting knife in his mouth and covered the pig's mouth with his hand. When the pig stopped braying, Bai Wangwang's knife directly penetrated the pig's throat, and the pig's cry followed. The surge of hot blood gradually subsided.
When it was confirmed that the pig was dead, it was put into a large wooden barrel with boiling water. Several people skillfully stirred the water and pulled the pig's hair. After a while, the white-striped pig was placed on the chopping board again. The butcher, who had had enough of smoking, cut a hole in the pig's foot and inserted the long, shiny skewer into the mouth. After poking it for a while, the butcher started blowing hard at the hole. After a while, the fat white pig was lying on the chopping board. The fat white pig was hung on the special ladder again.
The butcher started shouting, "It's on sale, it's on sale, fresh pork!" At this time, the business on the small street was about to end, and many people came to watch, waiting to buy freshly killed pork or pig heads and pig feet. He disembowelled the pig as if performing a killing show, and the contents of the pig's belly flowed into the wooden basin underneath, and the half of the pig was placed on the chopping board as if rotating. The onlookers rushed forward to buy this and that.
The pig butcher complied with the request and cut a large piece of the pig's contents into his hands. He weighed it and immediately threw it into the buyer's basket. There were many scales and many scales. , one less will pay ten! Those buyers smiled and left with great trust.
The small stalls and small stalls on the street dispersed like birds and beasts, and the street returned to calm. Only the shadow of the sun moved its little feet, and then stretched a beam of white light into the counter of this shop.
The naughty child used a small mirror to reflect the white light into other people's homes. The adults were counting zero coins at this time, silently calculating today's income in their hearts.
The old man who runs the Chinese medicine shop has a fair face because he does not stay in the sun. He is holding a purple clay pot and chatting from door to door, asking about today's income, as if he belongs to this street. The steward
. When others asked him how his business was, he laughed and hoped that people in the world would be free from illness, so there would be no need to hang out to chat at the next house while selling medicine.
After counting the coins, the things on the stall were tidied up. People on the street started shouting again, "Play cards, play cards!" Like-minded people sat around and played cards.
There were more and more people watching. Although everyone said that they were watching the cards but not saying that they were true gentlemen, at the critical moment, they seemed to be more anxious than the card players, shouting loudly, "What are you doing?"
It made my opponent in the card game look sideways, and if I kept talking, I wouldn’t do it anymore. But I was pulled by my opponent, and I didn't play the cards he said. The atmosphere that seemed like a fight was gone with just one word.
When the poker game is over, the loser doesn’t want to show up with money, so he takes out things from home and contributes to everyone, saying that everyone will be equal! As a result, there were more and more enthusiastic people. This family had a few pieces of tofu, that family had a few pieces of raw pay, the side dish seller brought the vegetables he sold, and the pig butcher was not far behind either.
Taking me along, he threw over a large piece of cleanly shaved pork head. The old man who opened a Chinese medicine shop came out of nowhere at this time, carrying star anise and dried tangerine peel in his hand.
I also participated. This pork head meat is still delicious braised! People on the street skillfully cooked it in a family's home, and soon the aroma of various dishes was wafting in the small street.
The pleasant streets will have a similar scene tomorrow, as if the sun rises from the east and sets in the west. The days went by like this. Counting the days, what remains unchanged is the street scene in the neighborhood.