The first thing I remember is when I was about 5 years old. It was also summer that year. My father had picked the ripe watermelons from the field the day before and put them in water to keep them fresh. He got up when the sky was slightly bright the next morning. Today he had to pull a rack I went to the city to sell my watermelons. I heard the noise and insisted on following my father to sell melons. My father had no choice but to take me to sell melons. Just like that, I sat on the frame truck and set off with my father.
The journey was bumpy and uncomfortable. Finally, we walked about 10 kilometers. The sun had risen. My father was sweating profusely. When we reached the outskirts of the city, my father started hawking along the street. I was a little hungry at this time and asked my father for food. My father told me that he had steamed buns in his pocket and asked me to eat some with pickles first. When the melons were sold, he would buy me something delicious. I happily agreed. .
In this way, until the sun was about to set in the afternoon, and there were not many melons on the cart, my father kept insisting. During this period, he only ate some steamed buns and continued to sell. Just when my father was about to go home, an old woman came out of a gate and asked how to sell melons. My father said it cost 2 cents a pound. The old lady took a bite and said it was cheaper, so she wanted to order more. My father gritted his teeth and said it could be cheaper. He asked the grandma how much he could buy. The grandma said twenty pounds. Finally, I sold the watermelon to the old lady, and then said to me: "Baby, are you tired? Dad is going to buy you delicious food!" I said to my father: "Great, you can eat delicious food! Oh oh Oh..."
At this time, my father was still sweating profusely. He didn't expect to open a melon to eat. He pulled the cart to the store and bought me a pack of biscuits. I asked my father if he wanted to eat it. My father looked at me kindly. : "Son, you can eat. Dad is not hungry." Seeing that my father refused to eat, I didn't care and started eating directly. I took out the biscuits one by one and slowly put them in my mouth, little by little. Tasting it, it was really delicious. Thinking about it now, I still feel full of happiness, but I didn’t notice that my father was also swallowing his saliva.
Until I finished eating and threw away the packaging, my father quickly picked it up and licked the biscuit residue in the packaging bag, saying that it should not be wasted. I said to my father at this time: "Dad, I'm thirsty and want to eat watermelon!"
Dad said dotingly, "My dear, drink some water first. These melons will be sold for money. I will buy you something delicious if I have the money." "He continued selling watermelons until the sun set and the moon rose before he took me home.
I was very happy along the way because I ate delicious food, and my father was also very happy. He finally sold a lot of melons and got some money to support the family!
