Hit me with memories of the beginning, when the village was inside

"Top 500" economic entities: It is a shaving man who sells popsicles on a bicycle, a shaver who carries a wooden box around the village, and the one who is hated by everyone

"Barefoot Doctor". Whenever I heard the crisp bell and the accompanying shouting in that hot summer

"Sell popsicles, sell popsicles......", always make you feel the slightest coolness of midsummer, and the shouting is also the most able to attract and infect the depths of the children's hearts, and after a while, almost the children in the village will come out with change to buy fun, and my popsicles are always so much

The "good Samaritan" helped me carry one, and eventually you could hear a bunch of kids sucking on the popsicle sticks in the shade

"Zizi" sound, which is also our favorite sound. When I was a child, I hated the most to shave my head, when I saw the shaving guy walking on the road with a box on his back, he quickly slipped away, this guy's shaved head is ugly, not to mention, every time after the head is sorted out, I am ridiculed by the gang friends, this is not the most critical, the key is that he is particularly hard to press you that not allowed to move, I want to get a chain to lock my neck and head, the best words are to come to three or five big men like killing pigs and press still, even when washing hair is like this, and then my mother has no way, I can only let my father take me to the barber shop in the town to shave my head, this is my very happy place, to the town there are always delicious fried cakes or something delicious, Dad's colleagues and uncles will also buy some fruit or other snacks to send me, I just need to shout uncle, this is okay, I have been practicing this skill since I was a child, and my tongue rolls and I don't suffer!

As for that

"Ghost Sees" Zhu Huairong, a barefoot doctor, since the eldest sister and the second sister were dumb by his use of streptomycin to control cold and fever medicine, my father never allowed me and the third sister to let him see a doctor, but it is not so easy to go to the hospital for injections with a fever and cold, just like a deceitful monkey: every time I deceived the town, it was delicious and delicious, and it was tofu fritters and fruits, and when I was taken to the hospital to see the doctors and nurses take out the syringes, it was a red smoke and there was no shadow, and my father was riding his permanent brand bicycle and chased closely behind, until I was a few hundred meters after I left the hospital gate, I couldn't run, and I sat on the ground and was chased by him, I was sweating, and the cold was naturally cured.