When the red sun rose, the child was sent to school. There was a long time that belonged to me, so I didn’t have to go home to clean up the housework or work in the unit. Usually I go to the park for two laps, and then go to the unit early to read books and browse my phone. These days, I didn't want to run away, so I passed by the morning market and took a walk around.
In fact, I wanted to go shopping when I passed by, but I felt embarrassed. I felt that only the elderly people got up so early to visit the morning market. After all, I think I am still young and should not join this team too early. Today, I parked the car by some reason. Wearing a mask makes them unable to tell that I am a young old man, haha. But I still really longed to go to this place with a fireworks smell, not to buy things, nor do I know what to buy. Following the crowds of old men and women, I slowly moved my pace. I didn't dare to look up and felt embarrassed to ask for the price. I could only hear the shouts of bargaining one after another. Gradually, my eyes began to observe the goods on the roadside. I think this place cannot be called goods. The goods are all industrial, and almost all here have the original soil and smell. It is a bit unworthy of the soil they come with. I was gradually attracted by these guys. Look at the fat white big radish , which looks like a fat baby, and green radish, big, small, thin, short, round, and various shapes. It is stacked randomly on the woven bags on the ground. I don’t think the size of the supermarket is the same. Usually I don’t buy radish , but when I see the old man and the aunt siege a big circle, and I like it among the piles of radish, I feel like someone has taken my arm and I have to pick one. The old man selling radish looked at the people who picked radish indifferently, and didn’t care about what people were doing. After it was dispersed, I took another bag of bags on the ground and turned into a pile. I chose a big, big one that I liked very much, and I didn’t want to eat it or I just wanted to bring it back. Carrying the radish, I continued to move forward. A large cart of pomegranate , each of which was as big as a child's face, was very pleasing. I picked two big ones. I thought that the two cubs would definitely like to eat them at night, and I would definitely say that the pomegranate is so big, and it would be beautiful to think about it. I followed the crowd to pick a bag of honey potatoes. We threw away all the slender sweet potatoes like this before, but now they have become this shape. They are said to be sweet. The air fryer is so cooked. It seems that the sweet potatoes should be in the water or in the fire. Suddenly I heard an old man shouting, "I'm late today and I can't buy the knots. It seems that I want to pickle pickles." In my impression, I eat pickle lumps for a year, why do I buy one bag after another? But I saw the big one selling the knot. I don’t know who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is really buying 5 big knots. I just feel that the old man didn’t buy it and I bought it. I am lucky. It was because an aunt had chosen it, but in the end, she didn't agree on it. She didn't want to be angry, so I took it away. I scan the code for the uncle, but he was not very willing. He said he had scanned it to his daughter-in-law, so he wanted cash. I must bring cash next time in the morning market. However, how to do this pimple? Neither can I! Haha
Then, I was carrying a bunch of harvests, very satisfied. For some reason, these were all things I couldn’t even watch in the supermarket, but I chose them myself in this sunny morning market regardless of my hand mud. It was really magical. They made me so happy and unexpectedly satisfied. Perhaps this is the feeling that the fireworks in the world bring me.
