There is a custom here that a grand gathering is held before the Chinese New Year.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the rally is a way to collect New Year's supplies.

Han Xi got up early in the morning, very excited, and didn't seem to be affected by the upheaval in the family. As usual, he begged his mother to take him to the market.

"Xi'er, hurry up and put on your clothes, pants, and shoes, and your mother will cook breakfast first, and then go after breakfast. Mom stroked Xiaoxi's hair.

"Mom combs your hair first, and then you go to wash, and then we go to buy something delicious after breakfast. "Mom is very doting on Xiaoxi.

"Well, okay," Xiaoxi was very obedient, sitting obediently beside her mother, enjoying her mother combing her hair.

Xiaoxi's hair was combed, she looked in the mirror, and she followed the example of those little boys and pretended to blow her hair very handsomely.

directly laughed at her mother, and her mother nodded Xiaoxi's forehead, "At a young age, where did you get the habit of stinky beauty." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and went to the kitchen to get busy preparing breakfast.

Today is the day of the rally, and of course the dishes are more abundant than ever.

Although Xiaoxi's family is very poor, in such a big day, what should be there is still indispensable.

Immediately a "hearty" breakfast came, two bowls of porridge with vegetables and meat, two eggs, and a plate of pickles.

This is the breakfast of the mother and son, and it is not "hearty" at all, but it is much better than the two bowls of porridge in the morning.

Mom ate an egg for the first time, because on important days, it is also their custom to eat eggs.

After Xiaoxi finished washing, she also lay on the table and began to eat, eating a little urgently, probably wanting to go to the assembly quickly.

Xiao Xi used her chopsticks to plane, making the corners of her mouth all over, her mother laughed while eating, and was busy taking out a handkerchief to gently wipe the rice grains at the corners of Xiao Xi's mouth.

Xiaoxi looked at her mother and laughed "hehe", and finally showed the smile that a child should have.

After eating, Xiaoxi put on her boots, and her mother also put on her boots, because the path was already covered with heavy snow.

The snow was too thick, so I had to wear boots when I traveled, and my mother carried the burden, which contained pickles that needed to be sold for this market.

People in the county also like to eat pickles, and like the countrymen, they use pickles as a meal.

In winter, pickles are not worried, every household will prepare some pickles for the winter, and in winter, when pickles are most needed, there are very few pickles on the market.

First, it is too cold in winter, so make pickles, cut vegetables by hand, wash them with cold water, and add edible salt to soak them.

Water can no longer be called cold water, but ice water, not in a completely liquid state, but in a state of mixed ice water.

The biting cold, cold into the bone marrow, and secondly, if you have chilblains on your hands, use your hands to stir this salt water, as you can imagine.

No, you can't imagine how painful it is, who would make this pickle?

And the price of pickles is there, even in the New Year's stage, there are few pickles, and the price will rise, but the price of cabbage is still the price of cabbage, even if it rises again, it will not rise to the price of pork.

The second is that every household will actually store some pickles for the winter before the Chinese New Year.

So there aren't a few people selling in the bazaar.

And my mother is an exception, because she needs this income, although it is not much, but she can buy the New Year's goods needed for the New Year.

Xiaoxi often sees her mother making pickles, all year round, especially in winter, when her mother always has frostbite on her hands.

Still making pickles, she once tried to put her hand in the ice water, but it was so cold that she quickly withdrew her hand.

But my mother had to keep making pots and pots of pickles, and it was hard to imagine the sins that my mother had suffered.

Xiaoxi sang all the way, she was not only happy, but also wanted to pass on this happiness to her mother.

After experiencing what happened to my father, both mother and son have felt very uncomfortable in the past month.

I finally encountered a big day, a good day, so I can't be sad and make my mother sad.

Xiao Xi's eyes were sharp, and he saw the destination from afar, a bazaar.

"Mom, mom, look ahead, the market is coming, mom come on, mom come on. Xiaoxi said happily to her mother.

Mom was also very happy, and her face showed a smile that she had not seen in a long time.

Walking in, in front of the bazaar are two lines of small vendors, all of whom are vendors selling New Year's goods.

The market is full of vegetables, fruits, meat, snacks, fireworks, toy cars, toy guns, dolls, and more.

If you set up a stall in the market, you must pay a stall fee to set up a stall, and you do not need to charge a stall fee outside.

Mom set up a stall in the usual little corner, because the conspicuous place will be occupied.

Even if the mother fights for a prominent corner, she will be excluded by others for no other reason than because they are in a vulnerable position.

The law of the jungle is the strongest, these four words are applicable everywhere.

Although my mother is in this humble corner, her business has not been affected by this.

This is inseparable from her integrity, and others are usually eight taels per catty.

And my mother's business is a real pound, and I have to add two taels to it. And it's only a pound of money, do you say business can be bad?

The second is that my mother often chooses old places to set up stalls, so people who often buy them know it, so it is not difficult to understand why a load of pickles is sold out in just one or two hours with a weight of dozens of catties.

Mom has always set an example and taught her a lot of life truths, maybe her mother has no culture, but her mother can teach many high-level intellectuals can't teach her the truth of life.

This is Han Xi's mother, a great and ordinary mother.

Maybe every mother is like this, ordinary and great.

Xiaoxi always remembered what her mother said, although she was young, she didn't know what it meant.

But Xiaoxi remembered it all.