In the winter of 1998, Jianghai, Shaohua District

Last night, it rained in the middle of the night, and the asphalt road in front of the vegetable market was already sloppy, and the various wheels working together to stir up the ground as usual.

The exterior walls of the buildings that make up this market are made of washed stone rice, a material that is now impossible for anyone to use; The unnecessary height of the roof creates a huge vertical space, and if the weather is good, the sunlight shines in from the hollowed-out places on the surrounding walls to form sloping columns of light. The low-rise one-story houses stretch out on either side, and looking a little further away, are new buildings and new neighborhoods wrapped in tiles, terrazzo, and mosaics. In fact, this is also a microcosm of most Chinese cities in that era: tradition and trendy are crowded together, and they are at peace with each other. Of course, the so-called tradition here is actually only a few decades old at most, and most of them have been developed gradually since the end of the 40s, which is deeply influenced by the Soviet style.

The concrete platforms used for display have long been occupied, and the outside is also filled with slips along the base of the market wall, with the trolleys covering the widest area, followed by bamboo baskets carried by flat poles, or simply only a basket full of eggs. Walking all the way from the entrance without a gate, various ingredients emit different smells, the place where the river fresh is concentrated is naturally the lingering fish, and the vicinity of the meat stall always makes people involuntarily think of the greasy fat and the sound of shouting and shouting loudly to give way, mixed together, it is the atmosphere of an active vegetable market.

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"Did you catch a cold?"