Poems, additional prose for apples, pineapples, oranges
Autumn is the season for every household in our countryside to harvest rice, and since before I went to school, there were often fruits going to the countryside, and the fruit sellers would run on the road on three-wheeled motorcycles, and they would not shout with loudspeakers, but raise their voices, which could be heard from the fields three miles away:
"Change apples, pineapples, oranges~" A raised voice passed, only to see that people sent a family representative from the field, and the time to rush home was more than enough, and the car stopped to surround a lot of people, all holding the rice in their snakeskin pockets to weigh him, yes!
This is to exchange fruits, not to buy fruits with money like now, one pound of rice and two pounds of pears, one pound of rice and one pound of apples, how many pounds of rice to buy apples or pears Tell him, he will give you points.
As for the merchant selling rice at a price of five cents a catty, that was his business, and they exchanged a cart of fruit for half a cart of rice, and the long rice, the old rice, and the new rice were separated, whether it was Shanyou, Fengliangyou, or what kind of hybrid rice they were all sold in a bag.
After the fruit is exchanged, it will be carried to the field in a convenient bag to eat, replenish the stomach and increase physical strength, and then work.
As a child, in order to be able to exchange more fruits, I will take advantage of the time when my parents are cutting rice with a sickle in the field, I will run to other people's fields to pick up the rice that others have fallen, if I go out in the morning to go home at noon, I can pick up four or five handfuls, each handful is wound with rice stalks, almost as thick as a small hot water bottle at that time, and can make two catties after drying, which is very fulfilling for me, for adults, they can carry a bag home, it is said that most of the adults pick up rice are stolen from other people's fieldsLater, the children also learned, and they tasted what it means to step on iron shoes and find nowhere to find them, and it takes no effort to get them.
In any case, we have do-it-yourself and plenty of food and clothing. When I grow up, I won't pick it up anymore, because the change of apples and pineapples is gone, there is no motivation, and the sense of distance from bartering is very close and fast.
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