The venue was still as lively as it was when I was a child, but it was boring to watch it.

Sun Gang remembers that when he was a child, he came to the exchange meeting in the town, which reminded people of the tofu brain. It was tender and smooth, sprinkled with green green onions, and then added some red peppers and a teaspoon of soy sauce. It was all full of color and flavor. He swallowed it in a few hot mouthfuls and wiped his mouth with his sleeves. It was really delicious.

There is also mixed soup, which is cooked in a large pot, with a thick layer of chili and oil floating on it. A bowl of it and a few thousand-layer cakes are added. It is so spicy that it is so sweet that it is slim and wipes the sweat on the forehead. Now I often eat these things, but the taste is gone.

At that time, what attracted Sun Gang the most was to shoot a gun. The bullets were cut out from iron wire as thick as a match. The gun was placed on a wooden shelf that was half a person high and could not be seen in color. Three or five meters away from the front, and the wooden boards were tied with balloons, eight rows of eight, and each row was eight. These balloons were the targets.

Now you can hit ten shots for one dollar. If you win all ten shots, you will be rewarded with a toy, doll, etc. Boys like to shoot guns and want to show off their skills. But this gun is also strange. Generally, the first few shots are very accurate. When the gun sounds, the balloon will explode, and it will be considered a hit.

But later, I could win the prize, but I couldn't win. At that time, I was thinking about whether the gun was fake or the bullet, so I argued with the boss for a few words, but there was no result in the end.

When I was a child, I could shoot ten shots for two or three cents. After playing for a while, I couldn’t play again, but I couldn’t play money in my pocket and couldn’t enjoy it. So I often picked up the wire bullets on the ground. I could pick up ten shots from my boss for free and I would be happy.

In this way, when class is about to begin, spend a dime to buy a pack of melon seeds, wrap them in old newspapers into triangles, and put them in your pockets, so that you can eat them while you are self-study in the afternoon. You can't stop eating these melon seeds and have to finish them in one breath. You are often accidentally discovered by the teacher, and you will inevitably be criticized or written a review letter.

Speaking of the embarrassing things when he was a child, Zhao Han covered his mouth and smirked "eat".

"If you want to laugh, just laugh out loud..." Sun Gang was thick-skinned and didn't care.

The two of them wandered hand in hand in the crowd, and Zhao Han's crisp laughter sounded from time to time.

The chaotic hawking sounds and slap sounds filled my ears. I stepped up my pace and dragged them forward quickly. There were two streets, from east to west, from south to north, with large and small sheds standing shoulder to shoulder, and there were endless crowds of people. Small vendors called for business one after another; the attendants shuttled through the crowds.

"Boss, how much does this cold hat cost? It's a little cheaper!" Zhao Han asked while carrying the bamboo cold hat.

The stalls are filled with bamboo products, mostly daily necessities, such as chopsticks, chopstick cages, bamboo hats, chopping boards, mats, tea cups, etc., and some of them have high value, such as bamboo carvings and other handicrafts.

"Thirteen!" a woman with a foreign accent replied.

"Can you sell it for ten yuan?"

"Twelve yuan! Otherwise, I would have to break all my capital!" With a laugh, a business was completed.

Zhao Han happily held the hat he just bought, took it with him and took it off later.

"Stop being so stinky, are you hungry?"

"Something, let's go eat."

After taking a few turns, I came to the so-called food street, and I had everything I could eat.

Sun Gang remembers that when he was a child, the most common thing was a kind of thing called "riguoer", which was a puffed food made of rice. The most common shape was like an old man's crutch. Of course, there were also twists a few more circles to make a flower. It was usually beige and there were other colors, with a slight sweet fragrance, which children liked very much.

There is another type called "nutrition cake". The corn or rice are not clear, and the fried squares are golden. Adults often buy one and a half pieces for their children to satisfy their cravings. This kind of thing is sweet, and there is also a layer of honey-like silk stuck to their mouths, hands, and clothes.

In addition, there are mozzarella, sugar cake, enema, etc., which I can’t help but drool when I recall it now.

At that time, there was a drink that was very interesting, but now it is gone. The seller used various small glass bottles in the shape of a wine pot and the shape of a gourd to fill it with red drinks, which was very attractive. Children drink this not only to quench their thirst, but also to look better. Sun Gang collected many such small bottles when he was a child, but unfortunately he has disappeared now.

When everyone is shopping at the venue until "meal time", their legs and feet will naturally take you to the snack shop.

There are many bun shops here, which are simple tents for selling buns. There are dozens of "baozi" alleys in a row, and there are constant shouts of "baozi, hot". There are dozens of "benches" arranged vertically in the shop. There are dozens of "benches" with long wooden boards as face bricks as legs.

This piece belongs to ** Street, and the buns are made of beef and mutton.

The buns ordered by Sun Gang are all made of mutton, because the special treatment method not only does not have a mutton smell, but also makes the oily when bitten. The bun skin is white and tender and very attractive.

Even Zhao Han, who rarely eats meat buns, ate two or three mutton buns.

Sun Gang looked at the corner of her mouth with juice, carefully took out a tissue, and gently wiped the soup off the corner of her mouth. Zhao Han, who was fighting with food, was startled by Sun Gang's sudden actions and subconsciously shrank back. He looked up at Sun Gang's gentle actions, smiled sweetly at him, and continued to activate food.

Let’s have a bowl of Hu La Soup. A strong aroma of beef soup came to the nose. The soup was thin and thick, and the spicy oil was red. The lotus was boiled white and was neither soft nor hard, and the size was moderate. The meatballs were elastic when eaten with potatoes, and there was a aroma similar to the meat filling in the nose. It was as sticky as porridge, sour and sour.

There are also many children who have just arrived who have not even thought about talking when they look at the trays of buns that have just been out of the cage. They let the adults lead them to find the open space, and their eyes are always kept away from the buns. After eating, the children don’t have to talk to them. Looking at their facial expressions and eyes, and the oil and water that have not yet been wiped off, they know that what they reveal is "satisfied" and "satisfaction".

Sometimes there are "pie", "milk soup" and other temptations. Sit down and stretch your muscles and bones, and Hululu has two bowls to relieve fatigue and appreciate the men, women, young and old around you. Or jump, or support them and watch slowly and carefully choose.

When the next person stood beside him and waited for the food to come out of the pot, they remembered that it was time to give up their seats. So they stood up slowly, rubbed their knees, pulled their trousers, and continued to walk forward with their fragrant mouths.

Wandering among the cheerful and lively crowds, eating local specialty snacks, watching literary performances with folk customs, listening to those rural languages ​​with full charm, as if bathing in the bright moon and breeze.

As a carrier of folk customs, the exchange meeting inherits the vast folk culture and embodies the thoughts and feelings, morality and aesthetic interests of the people in the region. Knowing the characteristics of these venues, perhaps you will be able to get into a different state of mind when you go to the meeting.

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Good morning everyone, my collection has not reached 10,000, and it is still nearly 2,000. Come on, everyone!!!
Chapter completed!