In daily study, work or life, everyone often sees prose, right? The characteristic of prose is to express the author's views and feelings through the description of certain fragments or events in real life. So, can you write prose? The following is the prose I compiled for you about the cries of the distant market place. You are welcome to learn from and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. Essay on the Fading Market Screams Part 1
Those fading market shouts often echo in my ears! The familiar shouts are immersed in the good times of childhood. I think I will never forget the shouts engraved in my life. The shouting sound is the memory of an era. I don’t know where the love started, but I am deeply in love.
"Take your hair, close your hair," a long-sounding shout came from far away. It's such a familiar voice in my memory. Even though I haven't heard it for a long time, it's still the same as the one I heard in my childhood. Just such a shout, as if invisible fingers inadvertently plucked the strings of time, and all kinds of familiar market sounds suddenly flowed out.
Although I didn’t hear the shouting of the hairdresser every day in the past, it was definitely not uncommon. I remember that when I was a child, my hair grew very fast and I had to cut it once a year and a half. At that time, my parents’ wages were low and life at home was very difficult. My mother, who lives a careful life, always carefully ties the cut hair with red string and wraps it in paper. When I heard the hair collector coming, I took it out and asked me to exchange it for money. I remember there was a man who had his hair done. He was short and had a dark face. He didn’t look like a local. He rides a dilapidated bicycle, specializing in shuttling in the alleys. I didn't hear him say anything else, but I thought he must have a loud voice. Because just saying "tighten your hair" can make you roar with full force. Every time I followed the sound, I would hand over my hair and get back fifty cents or one yuan. I felt happy thinking that my hair would not grow in vain. At that time, one yuan could be exchanged for ten eggs. At that time, I didn’t know what the specific use of hair was, but because I could exchange it for money, I thought it was really a good thing.
Looking back, the most common cry I heard when I was a child was not "tighten your hair" but "tofu". Even without a verb, a noun can taste different flavors if it comes from different people's mouths, just like tofu comes from different people's hands. Maybe it's because the pronunciation of the word "fu" is difficult to pronounce. Some tofu vendors shout "豆-佛-", while others shout "豆--" with their lips bursting out the "fu" behind it. , you can't hear it at all if you're not in front of him. But just saying "Bean--" is enough. In that era, what else could there be besides tofu? Every time at this time, my mother would quickly hand me a small aluminum basin and a dollar and ask me to "pick up tofu." Because the tofu sellers usually ride tricycles and wander away when they go out late. The more classic tofu is sold in plates, placed in a large wooden shallow box, and picked out piece by piece with a small steel fork. At that time, the tofu sellers all produced and sold their own products. They were basically local celebrities. Everyone knew whose tofu was delicious. And that unique shouting sound is his exclusive signature advertisement. Just like "making soy sauce", "picking up tofu" is also a job I often did when I was a child, and I never tire of it.
When I was a child, shouting could be seen almost everywhere. There is also a shouting sound that everyone is familiar with, and that is the waste collector. In the distance, no one could be seen, but the voice had drifted over, "rags - rags - change money -" the lingering sound was long, like singing. Perhaps it is too ethnic. This unique shout has been written into the scenes of some film and television dramas, and it has also been written into people's local feelings in a very classic way. When I was eight or nine years old, I knew how to sell junk. Often when all the scraps at home were sold out, I would go pick up scrap iron and sell scrap bottles with my neighbor's children. I would earn a few cents from the sales and buy myself two notebooks and a few pieces of candy, which made me feel happy. At that time, there were so many people collecting waste. Sometimes you can find treasures from rag collectors. I found a bunch of high school Chinese textbooks from the big bamboo basket that contained scraps, and I was very excited for a while. The textbook was completely different from what I studied in middle school, and there were many new articles. Those books I bought at scrap prices gave me a lot of knowledge.
I remember another time when I was shopping, I saw a man selling myna on the street. After casually chatting with him for a few words, I suddenly heard the familiar shouting of "rags for money-", it was the deep voice of an old man, as if coming from afar. I looked around and saw no one carrying baskets to collect waste. Strangely, the corners of the myna's mouth turned up, as if he wanted to laugh, but was holding back on purpose. Looking into the distance without speaking. I was very surprised until I saw the myna in the cage. The sound was actually made by myna, and the imitation was so lifelike that it made people sigh. It seems that in myna's mind, this is the most familiar sound from the market.
The last shout I want to mention is not often heard now, but it is definitely unforgettable, and that is "sharpening scissors - cutting off kitchen knives -". The cadence of the shouting is very nice. This trade has a long history. A bench, two grindstones, and some simple auxiliary tools are all the sharpener's possessions. The knife-sharpener carries the family's belongings with a load, carrying the burden of the family's life. They travel through the streets and alleys of cities and rural areas. Their voices are familiar, like old friends.
When I was a child, every time the knives and scissors at home were dull, my grandma would say: "Why don't you come here to sharpen scissors and kitchen knives?" The sharpened scissors and kitchen knives are indeed easy to use, and it is refreshing to look at them shiny. Grandma used a sharpened kitchen knife to chop vegetables, and her mood became particularly good. He smiled and said, "This knife is very useful after being sharpened." With a good mood, the dishes he made were particularly delicious. I remember that the dishes my grandma cooked, even simple cabbage and potatoes, were extremely sweet to me. Someone also specially composed a song about "Grinding Scissors and Chopping Knives", but when the singer sang it, it was not as lively and shiny as the craftsman's song. Today, people's material life is getting richer and richer, and kitchen knives and scissors are being replaced very quickly. With fewer people sharpening knives, most of them will naturally become unemployed. So it is difficult to hear such shouts now. It is said that in China, this is a disappearing profession and a culture that is drifting away.
In my childhood memories, these kinds of shouting sounds often accompany me and decorate my childhood. Even now that I am an adult, when I occasionally hear the familiar shouting, a few strands of time will tremble out of the web of memory. Those once-familiar cries from the market are as familiar as old records whenever you hear them. Even if you never need to think of the fading shouts of the market, you will never forget it! Essay on the Screams of the Fading Marketplace 2
I remember when I was a child, if the kitchen knife at home was very blunt, my mother would say: "The kitchen knife can't cut vegetables. You go out and play and listen." If anyone comes to sharpen a knife, bring him over. "Oh, I got it!" I agreed.
In less than two or three days, the long and rhythmic shouting will come from far and near: "Grind - scissors - grind - vegetables - Knife——" So I ran away in search of the sound, found the old knife sharpener, and said to him: "Please come to my house, I have kitchen knives to sharpen." Seeing that there was business, the knife sharpener happily agreed to follow. I came, followed by a few friends who came to watch the fun.
Most of the knife sharpeners are older people, and people call them old knife sharpeners. He was dressed just like the old knife-sharpener in the model opera "Red Lantern": the old knife-sharpener wore a shabby little felt hat on his head, a canvas apron tied around his waist, and a long wooden stool.
One end of the wooden stool is fixed with a base for holding the whetstone, and a small iron can is hung below; a cotton mat is tied in the middle, at the shoulder bar under the stool, which is called a shoulder pad. ; There is a small wooden box hanging on the other end, which contains tools for sharpening knives and scissors: hammers, large and small steel files, steel shovels, water brushes, etc., as well as whetstones of different thicknesses.
The old man sharpening the knife put down the long wooden bench and took off the tool box. We children squatted around the wooden bench of the old knife sharpener and watched the "fun". He turned the cotton shoulder pad in the middle to the top and it became his seat cushion. What's more interesting is his wooden stool. The two legs at the front are slightly shorter than the two legs at the back.
My mother brought the kitchen knife and the old sharpener took my kitchen knife, pointed the blade upward, raised it to eye level, glanced at the blade with one eye, and said to himself: "The edge of this knife is not bad!" Then he took out the hammer knife from the tool box, which was his special tool. The sword is about an inch and a half long, fixed in the middle of an iron bar that is more than a foot long, about an inch wide, and about half a centimeter thick. The two ends of the iron bar are symmetrical and slightly tilted downwards, and cloth strips are wrapped around both ends to make handles. A "T" shape that is long horizontally and short vertically. He placed the kitchen knife flat on the stool, with the front end against two iron nails, and then took out an iron chain with a hook on one end and an iron ring on the other end from the box, and put the hook on the stool just below the knife. String it through a small round hole on the chain, hook the lower end of the kitchen knife tightly, then sit on the wooden bench, hunched over, put one foot into the ring at the lower end of the iron chain and push hard to fix the knife. It's firm and doesn't move an inch. Hold the handles at both ends of the knife with both hands, and use all your strength to chop the blade side by side. Each time you chop, a thin layer of iron filings will be peeled off. Only then did I understand the reason why the front legs of a wooden stool are short and the back legs are long. It turns out that the old man leans forward slightly while sitting to cut or sharpen knives to save effort. It turns out that the long and short stool legs also have a lot of knowledge. .
After cutting the knife, the old man sharpening the knife took off the small tin can hanging from the front of the wooden bench: "My dear, pour me some water, just a little bit is enough." I poured it He handed the filled tin can to the old sharpener, who took it and hung it in its original position. He put his hand into a small tin can, dipped it in water, poured it on the whetstone, and then poured some water on the knife. He held the handle of the knife with one hand and pressed the upper end of the knife with the other hand, and rubbed it back and forth on the whetstone. "I was grinding on the ground, sometimes grinding this side, sometimes grinding that side; sometimes pouring some water on the whetstone, sometimes pouring some water on the knife. After sharpening for a while, he gently moved his fingernails on the blade to see how sharp the blade was. He repeated this several times. Then he stopped, took off the whetstone he was using, replaced it with another fine whetstone, and repeated his previous procedure in order to make the blade sharper so that the kitchen knife could carve. Create a more fragrant and beautiful life!
After a while, the kitchen knife was finished sharpening. He took it in his hand and looked at it carefully to see if there was any inappropriate place that needed to be cleaned up.
All knife sharpeners are like this. As long as the handle of the knife you use to sharpen is loose, or there is a hand grinder on the lower edge of the handle, he will find it without you telling him to reinforce the handle and use an iron file to sharpen the edges. Polished and smooth, you can use it easily and live smoothly.
At this time, my mother came out of the house and brought out a bowl of boiled water: "Master, have a drink of water and have a rest." The knife sharpener would take the water and drink it, and then say thank you. !
"Now that you've polished it, let's try it and see if it's faster?"
"No need to try, it'll be faster." Mom said.
"Do you need to sharpen the scissors? How about sharpening them together?"
"Okay, the scissors are a little out of use, so let's sharpen them." Mom said Then he took the water bowl from the knife sharpener and went into the house to get the scissors.
After a while, the scissors were sharpened. The old sharpener took out a small strand of cotton from the box and cut it with the scissors to prove that it was sharpened. Then he knocked it with a small hammer. He hit this, hit that, and put it in his hand like scissors, trying to open and close it a few times, and then he handed it to me with confidence and said: "It's sharpened, take it back." I called to my mother to say that the scissors are sharpened. The mother came out of the house and said, "How much is it?" "It's not a big deal. It costs three cents to sharpen a knife and three cents to sharpen scissors, so I'll give you fifty cents."
The knife sharpener is ready His household belongings, a wooden bench, and his long shadow are dragged along as he continues his journey of life. The people gradually walked away and disappeared into the village alley. And the deep and long shouting: "Grind - cut - knives - grind - vegetables - knife -" echoed in the mountain village for a long time. Essay on the Distant Shouts of the Market Part 3
The title of "little furnace maker" is rarely known nowadays, especially for people born after the 1980s.
In the 1960s and 1970s, there were often small furnace makers in our Northeast. They were all strong men in their thirties and forties, carrying heavy loads. The burden swayed rhythmically up and down on the young furnace maker's shoulders. One end of the load carried a small push-pull bellows, with a small stove on top of the bellows; the other end carried a wooden box with three or four upper and lower drawers, which contained a hammer, scissors, pliers, a hand drill and a small anvil. Silver, copper, aluminum, iron, nails, etc. of different sizes are needed for tools and curium replenishment. There is also a small wooden stool hanging next to the wooden box.
When we were children, there was nothing exciting to see. As soon as we saw a little stove maker coming to the village, we followed him and looked at his mysterious wooden box. What we particularly liked was the little stove maker. The furnace maker's walking posture while carrying a load: one hand is holding the load, and the other hand is swinging back and forth according to the rhythm of his steps. His legs are moving lightly and quickly, and his steps are very similar to walking on a catwalk today. model, I think it’s fun.
The little stove maker shouted as he walked: "Curium pot - curium bowl - curium - big vat -
At this time, if we follow behind, we will respond naughtily. Along with: "Curium pot - Curium bowl - Curium - big vat - Curium old lady - urinal - no leakage of soup -" followed by the laughter of the friends, but the little stove maker ignored it. We carried our burdens, walked in his model steps, and continued to shout...
In those days, most of the small furnace makers were from Shandong, Henan, and Hebei. The adults said that once You can tell by the shouting sound whether the person who makes the curium pot and curium vat is from Shandong, Henan or Hebei. Their shouting tunes are different.
When the little furnace maker gets the job of mending the curium pot, he will know. Put down the burden, assemble the small stove and bellows, take off the small wooden stool from the burden, sit down, then take out a thick home-woven cloth from the drawer of the wooden box and put it on his knees, and take the curium or the The procedures for repairing a vat, a bowl, or a pot are roughly the same. Use a hand drill to drill holes, insert nails, polish, etc.
The hand drill used by small furnace makers is simple and primitive, and is about one meter long. There are two sections of round wood rods with a diameter of about one inch, which form the drill rod. The upper section is three or four inches long and is the female rod (the female rod does not move, and the current term should be called the stator). The drill bit is installed at the bottom of the lower section, which is the male rod (male rod). The rod can rotate, and the current term should be called a rotor). Two belts are fixed on the male rod and wound in forward and reverse directions. The other ends of the two belts are fixed on a wooden stick. Hold the female rod with your left hand and your right hand. Hold this small wooden stick and push and pull it back and forth like an erhu. This is a simple labor-saving and time-saving lever principle that drives the drill bit to rotate left and right. The drill bit is divided into steel drill bit and diamond drill bit. Which one you choose depends on the object you are repairing. Use drill bits and different types of curing nails of different metals to drill small holes on both sides of the crack in the cylinder, bowl or pot to be cured, and insert the curing nails into them, and then the curing nails will be more secure after being hammered by the craftsman. Insert the ground into the nail holes to seal the cracks. Finally, apply a layer of putty on the cracks, then scrape and wipe them flat, so that the cracks can be sealed tightly and the traces can be covered up.
, Curium pots seem to be more tiring than curium bowls and curium basins (curium bowls are a general term, including curium, welded iron basins, ceramics, iron, aluminum, copper and other utensils). Generally speaking, it is a rough job and requires a little effort. , of course, it still requires technique. When there is a hole in a pot and it cannot be repaired, you have to turn the pot upside down and place it on the ground, and then remove the rust and dirt on the edge of the hole with a very similar method. The paper shell is supported inside according to the natural slope of the pot. This is what is now called a mold.
Light a small stove, put a spoon-shaped vessel similar to a tong pot, fill it with iron powder, and put some other powdery things (now I think it may be a catalytic catalyst), pull the bellows, Burn the iron powder into molten iron, pour the molten molten iron onto the mold made according to the holes in the pot. When the molten iron cools, the molten iron will melt into the pot. Then grind and polish, and a broken pot will be repaired. .
Curium repair is also divided into rough curium and fine curium. Take the curium bowl as an example. It requires superb skills. I think this is where the saying "Don't take on porcelain work without diamonds and diamonds" comes from. If it is an exquisite or expensive porcelain bowl or plate that the owner loves very much, not only can it be used normally after being cured, but the cured texture must be natural without losing beauty and elegance. This is fine detail. Curium Huo, also called "Curium Huo Show".
When I was a child, I saw an old man holding a blue and white porcelain bowl for a small furnace maker to repair. The old man said that this was a blue and white porcelain bowl with a lot of history left by his grandfather. He asked his son to make a crack three to four centimeters long. He was afraid that it would crack to the end and he did not dare to use it again. The little furnace maker took the porcelain bowl and looked it up and down carefully, and then said: "It takes a lot of work to make this curium good. You can take this job, but the price will be higher." The old man said: "As long as you can repair the curium well, the price will be high." No problem." The little furnace maker added, "This is a rule. Generally, if the price of the repair is more than half of the original value, you have to tell others."
The little furnace maker took the bowl and he was careful. After looking at it carefully, he began to "work". He first put a drop of oil on the bottom end of the crack, then replaced the hand drill with a very small gold steel drill bit, and began to drill carefully. This hole is called "cutting", so that the crack will not open again. In about an hour or so, some very irregular holes the size of rice grains were drilled on the cracks and both sides. He blew the powder in the holes with his mouth, opened the bottom drawer of his wooden box, and found a small I took out two tinfoil packages from the iron box and opened the tinfoil. One package contained small shiny silver nails, and the other package contained small silver ornaments of various sizes that looked like small stars or small flowers. It looked like It was very delicate and small. He began to insert silver nails into the holes one by one. Some of the nails seemed inappropriate to him, so he made some modifications and inserted them into the small holes. The little "stars" and the little "flowers" dazzled us. All the nails were inlaid, and he used a very small hammer to hammer on the silver nails, the little "stars" and the little "flowers", sometimes light to heavy, sometimes fast and medium. Slowly... The bowl was constantly turned and knocked on his rough hands, and then gently polished with a small round file as thick as a chopstick. He polished it carefully and carefully, and from time to time he polished it. Wipe and feel it with the palm of your hand. Finally, he picked up a clean handkerchief and wiped it a few times, looked at it, and when he was satisfied, he raised the bowl for everyone to see. Only then did we see clearly and marvel at the exquisite skills of this old artist. With his extraordinary wisdom, the nails and small silver ornaments he inlaid formed a plum blossom on this "broken" bowl, dotted with a few blooming plum blossoms! The realistic effect is at its peak, and no trace of cracks remains. He filled the bowl with water, and it really didn't leak. Only then did he smile happily.
Today, with the continuous improvement of people's lives, no one has taken care of leaked vats, broken pots, and cracked bowls. Moreover, we also buy some new pots, bowls, ladles and basins every New Year, which means the beginning of a new life in the new year, for good luck. However, this little furnace maker's "job" is really "cracked" in the end.
The years are fleeting, and the past is like smoke. "Grinding scissors and cutting kitchen knives" and "Curium pots, bowls, and vats", these crafts that show the wisdom of the working people, are getting farther and farther away from our lives, and have become past events that record the vicissitudes of the times. With the passage of time, Passed away quietly and gradually turned into beautiful stories. What is left to us are only kind memories, which are unforgettable and nostalgic! And the distant shouting.
"Grind - scissors - grind - kitchen knife -"
"Curium pot - curium bowl - curium - big vat -"
The familiar and friendly shouts seem to be coming from the ancient village alleys again... Essay on the Distant Shouts of the Marketplace 4
To mix the various sounds of a city into At the same time, it is estimated that no one can tell the difference. But if you want to extract one of the sounds, it will be easier to interpret it.
For example, various shouts coming from city streets or alleys can be clearly interpreted.
"Grind scissors - grab kitchen knives -" followed by two sentences: "Two yuan a handful, no money if you don't like it!" This is an original advertisement. The first sentence explains what it does. ; the second sentence explains the price; the third sentence is the standard and commitment of service quality. After shouting like this, whether you come or not depends of course on those who have knives and scissors. But didn’t you hear that the last two sentences meant that I was asking you to come quickly or begging you to come quickly? It’s only two yuan, so you might as well grind it. What can you do with two dollars? That’s just the price of a popsicle! Sharpening your knife can improve your eating situation; sharpening your scissors can improve your wearing situation.
Such an obvious little account, you are so smart that you still can't figure it out?
That person is waiting for you not far from the sound! The sound moved around like a spider weaving a web.
"Gah bang beans, noodles and beans, hurry up and buy them, there aren't many left." This is the cry of someone selling fried broad beans and boiled broad beans.
You know what you are doing, but the initiative is still left to those who hear it. You don't have to buy it, or you can buy it, but if you want to buy it, please hurry up. There are not many goods on the peddler's cart that are selling well. If you hesitate any longer, you will have no chance and will only regret it.
There is a reason why the salesman did not call out the price. Everything to eat is open to negotiation, and both parties have a say in whether it is expensive or cheap.
I met an old lady who was coaxing a child. She didn’t say to buy it, but the salesman saw that the child was cute, so he acted like an adult and generously gave the child a handful. The old lady immediately changed her original intention because of her kindness, and the price was not even a pound and a half. You see, this technique is more powerful than any advertising slogan!
There are people selling watermelons, people repairing locks and keys, people collecting rags, etc. There are all kinds of voices. Each of these voices has their own interpretation and attitude, as well as their own choices.
But for those people who are almost drowned or ignored by the city, the shouts are not only the most primitive and simple advertisements, but if you listen carefully and read carefully, they are the deep and desolate bottom of life. The cry! Prose Part 5 of the Fading Market Screams
In the early morning, several voices: "Noodles are sold... noodles are sold..." pierced the silent sky in the early morning, broke in through the window, and took me away. Awakened from sweet sleep. Whenever I hear this desolate and high-pitched cry, the scene of buying noodles in my childhood will appear in front of my eyes.
Anyone who came from the 1970s and 1980s must have unforgettable memories of the scene of buying noodles. In that special era when eating noodles depended on food stamps and clothing depended on cloth stamps, having these two things meant that you were an urbanite that was envied by many rural people. Therefore, in those days, how many rural people yearned to be urbanites and struggled for these two things. In those years when the economy was backward and materials were scarce, the most lively place was the grain station, where people were passing by and machines were roaring. Whenever we walk into the grain station, what we see in front of us are large blocks of wheat and corn sun-dried on the cement floor, shining goldenly under the sun, like pearls inlaid in the hot earth. At that time, according to national policy, farmers had to pay corresponding grains to the treasury on a per capita basis every year, which was often referred to as the imperial grain national tax. When the autumn harvest season comes every year, the grain station becomes particularly lively, and the scene is no less than a farmer's market. Every time during this season, we see those farmers who have experienced many vicissitudes of life use tractors, donkeys, frame carts and other tools to push the grain they have worked hard for a year to the grain station. The full grains of wheat and corn flow into the grain station through the staff's scales in bags. The granary is processed into bags of flour through a flour mill, which flows down like jade liquid and nectar, satisfying the food and clothing of the city people. Little did we know that this bag of flour contains the hardships farmers put into plowing and scattering seeds in spring and returning the harvest to warehouses in autumn.
Food is the most important thing for the people. At that time, buying noodles was also the biggest headache for every family. Especially when wages were paid every month, there would be a long queue at the grain station's invoicing office. People held grain books and flour bags in their hands and stood in a regular queue, waiting for the invoice to be issued to buy noodles. The queue lasted for most of the day, and the people who waited were panicking. , the legs are sore. I remember that my parents were very busy at work at that time, so on Sundays, I, the eldest of the family, would push my bicycle to buy noodles. Looking at the long queue of people, I felt worried and looked forward to buying noodles as soon as possible. After finally making it to the front of the queue, a few people with connections suddenly show up and open tickets from the back door to pick up noodles. You have to watch helplessly as they carry bags of noodles out, while people with no connections can only be patient and honest. Wait dutifully, waiting for the ticket clerk to show mercy to you. Although I was young at that time, through buying noodles, I already had a deep understanding of the back door. I also had a sense of awe and admiration about "rights" and "relationships". I thought that when I grow up, I must be with the grain station. If the staff builds a good relationship, eating noodles will not be a problem.
In the 1970s and 1980s, the food varieties were very simple, with only white flour and yellow flour. White noodles are also divided into standard noodles and high-quality noodles. Rice is generally not supplied at the window, but is supplied through the back door to the official relatives. Generally, ordinary people eat black ordinary noodles. At that time, only with food stamps could we eat 70% white noodles and 30% yellow noodles, but I still felt that there were more yellow noodles than white noodles. Sometimes there were too many yellow noodles to finish, so my mother would bring a bowl of yellow noodles to press the wire noodles. What is a steel wire surface? Maybe people in the 1980s and 1990s didn't understand that it is made of pressed yellow noodles and served with minced garlic and oily spicy seeds. It tastes delicate, delicious and delicious. But in order to be precise, a lot of alum was put in it. After eating it, the stomach would swell like a drum, which was unbearable. At that time, in order to combine nutrients and solve the problem of whole grains, the clever housewife invented a kind of steamed bun called gold-wrapped silver. The recipe is very simple. It is a steamed bun rolled with half white flour and half yellow flour. Everyone gave it a nice name as "gold wrapped silver". It tastes really sweet and delicious. Today's children will sound scornful and say that we are remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet.
Perhaps at that time, materials were poor and food was in short supply. The grain station held the power of eating food for the people of the county. Not to mention the director of the grain bureau, even the section chief of a department was aloof and prosperous. Because they hold the power of approval, even those who are leaders ask to come under their sect, and approve rice and high-quality rice noodles in a humble and bowed manner. Therefore, I feel that people working in the grain station are particularly benefited.
I remember that when the child was born in 1983, she was about to give birth and had not yet bought millet. The family was so anxious that they dragged friends around to find connections and shuttled non-stop to the grain station. One day, when I came back disappointed after working around the grain station for several hours, I happened to run into Sister Liu, who had worked with me. After asking about the situation, she complained that I didn't tell her earlier, because her lover was responsible for approving notes at the grain station. I was ecstatic. In less than ten minutes, I successfully got 10 kilograms of rice, 10 kilograms of millet, and a bag of high-quality white strips. I solved the urgent need at once. I was so happy that I felt like I had picked up a piece of gold. It was really like "breaking through iron shoes". There is no place to look for, and it takes no effort to get there." Ah! With this relationship, from then on, I no longer had to bother queuing for tickets, and I could successfully eat snow-white noodles and white rice. To this day, when I think of that warm-hearted and kind-hearted elder sister, I feel very grateful. When we get together occasionally, it is very cordial!
After the reform and opening up, the country’s economic system transformed from the planned economy to a market economy. Grain stations are the first to bear the brunt and stand at the forefront of reform. The enviable grain station staff in the past have also been restructured. The older ones have retired, and those who are not old enough to retire have bought out their seniority and only received a buyout fee of 800 yuan a year. The reform of this system has brought those once glorious staff members from heaven to trough, and their lives are miserable and dull. The once bustling grain station gradually became depressed. It lost its bustling scene and gradually disappeared from people's sight. It was replaced by a tall and elegant commercial building with more than ten floors, which prospered the local economy.
With the fierce development of the individual economy, self-employed individuals engaged in grain and oil business have sprung up everywhere. People no longer have to wait in line to buy noodles. Since then, food stamps and certificates have withdrawn from the stage of history forever with their former glory and people's nostalgia for them, leaving only the bitter memories of the past.
Today, relying on food stamps for food has become history.
We no longer have to go out and queue up to eat noodles. As long as you hear that loud and friendly shout or a gesture, no matter how high you live, the man who sells grain and oil will smile and deliver the noodles to your home. , and also put it in your designated location, so that you can enjoy a good life of having enough food and clothing without leaving home!
Another burst of shouting came, noodles are sold - noodles are sold -, it was so loud, long, and undulating in every corner of the city...