I went out to buy fruit today. As soon as I picked a few nectarines, I heard a shout: The urban management team is here!
The middle-aged woman selling nectarines quickly picked up the scale and threw it into the box of the electric tricycle, breaking several peaches. Then she jumped up from the ground and jumped on the car, twisting the switch with her right hand.
I carried half a bag of nectarines and shouted loudly from behind: I haven’t paid you yet?
I don’t know if the elder sister heard it, but as soon as she turned on the switch, she panicked and squeezed into the traffic that was also running away from her.
This commercial street suddenly became chaotic. Vendors selling vegetables and fruits were packing up their goods as quickly as possible. Electric vehicles were squeezing each other and escaping to the north street. After exiting the street, there was the main road.
The remaining guys picked up a series of baskets, snakeskin bags, baskets, etc. containing vegetables and fruits and ran away. These are farmers near the county seat. In their free time, they take the fruits and vegetables grown in their fields to the city in exchange for some pocket money. Most of them come on electric bicycles, carrying goods under their feet or on the back seat. They all arrive early. I parked my car in front of a supermarket at the corner of the street. For convenience, they usually lay snakeskin bags on the roadside, with fruits or vegetables on them for sale. If there is any situation, they can just pick them up and run away.
is a team with rich practical experience.
However, there are also those who are weak or new here. From the south of the street, several young men wearing urban management uniforms passed by. They were all energetic, burly and very handsome. One of them was carrying a small electronic scale , he was followed by a hunched-over seventy-year-old old lady. She was begging as she followed them. It seemed that the scale belonged to her.
The commercial street, which was noisy and lively just now, suddenly became deserted.
There is half a basket of cucumbers on the roadside. I don’t know who didn’t have time to carry it away. I didn’t dare to go back to get it at this time. There are a few peaches and apricots in the middle of the road, and there is also half a broken watermelon. They must have taken it from the electric tricycle in a panic. fell off.
The young men in uniform walked across the commercial street towards the main road, followed slowly by two standard cars with police lights.
Just when the young men got into the car and disappeared into the traffic, the vendors and vegetable and fruit growers came out of the store and corners, reoccupied their respective territories, and started selling again.
The lady who sold me nectarines came out of nowhere and returned to her original position. I quickly stepped forward to ask her to weigh the scales and scan the QR code to pay.
Suddenly I saw an acquaintance coming out of a butcher shop on the roadside, carrying a basket of nectarines in his left hand and an electronic scale in his right hand.
I hurriedly stepped forward and said hello: Director, are you...?
This person is our old director who just retired.
He smiled and said to me naturally: No, no, no, no, we are all ordinary people, and I am selling peaches here.
sells peaches?
I looked at him suspiciously.
However, it looks like he is dressed just like an ordinary farmer, wearing a blue jacket, gray trousers and a pair of muddy homespun shoes.
He smiled and said to me: I am selling it for my brother. My brother is in the countryside and has planted a few peach trees. There is a lot of farm work and there is no time to sell the fruits. I have nothing to do in my free time, so I can help him sell them. .
I said: I really admire you, you...
The director interrupted me: We are the sons of farmers, and when we retire, we will become ordinary people. What is there to be embarrassed about?
I said: The key is that you follow them, which is somewhat...
The director said: What's the point? Is this the life of ordinary people? I have suggested to the relevant departments in the county that we, the small businessmen and hawkers who fight guerrillas all day long, build a more standardized vegetable market, so that we can no longer worry and hide and seek with the urban management all day long. I don’t know if the leaders can approve it.
I gave him a thumbs up, and the director pulled my hand off. Director
said: Take a few peaches and try them.
I held up the nectarines in the bag: I just bought them, maybe next time.
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