? I graduated from junior high school in 2000 and was admitted to a normal school. My dad heard that normal school graduation was not included, so he let me go to a high school in the city. The tuition and miscellaneous fees in high school are more than 5 thousand a year. As a rural family, and there are three children in the family with great financial pressure, my father began to think about making some money during my summer vacation.
? So my dad went to the neighboring county alone and brought back a car full of black-skinned pumpkins when he came back. This variety is called "Xiehua Noodles", which means that when pumpkin flowers fades, the pulp of pumpkin becomes more sandy and noodle-like. Most of our local pumpkins ripen in autumn, and the water content is relatively high, while "Xie Hua Mian" ripens in summer vacation, so my dad thinks it should fetch a good price.
So in the summer vacation of senior one, my brother and I rode bicycles and took two baskets of pumpkins to the city to sell every morning before dawn. Because there is no such variety in the local area, pumpkin is really a "flower noodle". The women in the city said it was delicious after buying it, so it was said by word of mouth that our pumpkin sales were very smooth. At first, we all sold things in the street. We felt that there was no way to hide from the urban management, so we rented a place at the roadside food stall and paid a few dollars for health management every day. Sometimes the eldest sister who collects money takes two pumpkins without charge. Of course, there is no invoice, but it's no use asking for one.
? The days of selling vegetables are boring and long. I am always shy and afraid of losing face when I meet my classmates and teachers. Later, I met my classmate once. Maybe we didn't say hello because we didn't say much or he didn't recognize me. I met the head teacher when I was selling vegetables at the gate of the park. I don't know what to say. When I was in a panic, my brother said that the city management was coming. Because there is no booth at the gate of the park, there is no time to say hello to the class teacher. We simply packed up and ran away. I don't know why I had such strong self-esteem when I was young. This embarrassing escape made me feel a little more afraid and uneasy when facing the class teacher, and it was unnatural to interact with my classmates in the city. Later, I learned that the parents of several students in my class are mayors and directors. I think the gap between me and them is unimaginable. Unfortunately, this gap has not turned into my motivation to learn, and I am trapped in my poor self-esteem.
Because of selling vegetables, my understanding of the world has deepened a lot. Our home is less than ten kilometers away from the city, but the toll station is three kilometers away from our village because we have to cross a section of national highway and pay tolls. Later, because there were more cars in the countryside, the villagers were particularly angry at the toll booth where they had to pay for going home every day. Finally, one day, the villagers surrounded the toll booth on the grounds that they were still charging for road construction for many years, suspecting that it was arbitrary charges. Finally, due to the strength of the masses, the toll booth was finally closed. This is the only mass victory in my memory.
? Similar troubles include villagers driving agricultural vehicles into the city to sell vegetables or other agricultural and sideline products. They don't go to town several times a year, but as long as agricultural vehicles are on the road, they have to pay road maintenance fees and other miscellaneous fees. The villagers and the traffic police fought guerrilla warfare, and the traffic police stood at the entrance of the village. As long as they drive on the national highway, they will immediately come over and deduct the car fine. In order to avoid the traffic police's inspection, my father went to the wholesale market in the city to sell vegetables in the early morning. I once pulled a cart full of Chinese cabbage. When I passed the toll booth, my elder sister asked me where I was going. My dad said that he would go to the South Vegetable Market without much thought. As we approached the vegetable market, a police car parked on the side of the road followed us. I see, the toll booth sister colluded with the traffic police, otherwise where would the toll collector take care of us? I thought my dad would stop at once, but he didn't. He turned his head and said "sit tight" to me on the cabbage pile, and rushed out with one foot on the accelerator. I'm nervous on the cabbage pile. First, I was chased by traffic police for the first time. Second, my father drove left and turned right. I was so anxious that I couldn't catch it and fell. Finally, our agricultural tricycle still couldn't outrun the police car and was stopped at the vegetable market. The traffic police unscrewed my dad in disgust, and I looked blank after getting off the bus. Paying a fine to detain a car is an old routine, but after paying it, a few acres of vegetables at home will be white. No way, my dad had to beg his uncle who worked in a tax office. Finally, he paid 200 yuan a fine as a symbol of sexual intercourse, and it was settled. Later, our family never planted any vegetables that needed to be sold in the wholesale market in the city. And young me, I really know the other side of this world for the first time.
Of course, there are people I miss. Once I brought a bunch of sticky corn to sell, which was not sticky at all, because it was planted at the wrong time, and it was not delicious when it crossed with ordinary corn. My mother asked me to sell it, so I had to bite the bullet. Because the corn I sell is black and purple, which is rare in the local area, I can't sell it. Later, a few little brothers and sisters came over, maybe I was young. A sister asked me if it was delicious, and I hesitated and said it was delicious. She smiled. Really? I don't know what to say. She gave me a look and bought a few Jin, but her companions advised her not to buy it. Later, I often recall her clear eyes when she looked at me, because I was so guilty at that time and she was beautiful.
The days of selling vegetables have finally passed. With a tanned face and a melancholy heart, I will grow up slowly.
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