Most people in Sungang Village do not have the habit of buying mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival. They prepare the materials themselves and then go out to the street to process mooncakes, which only requires processing fees. You can prepare the ingredients for whatever taste you want, and make as much as you eat, which is both affordable and clean.

Today is a festival, and the farming season is slack, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, so the streets must be very lively.

The various ingredients that Sun Ma prepared last night, including sunflower seed kernels, peanuts, pine nuts, sesame, etc., were all fried; then there were rock sugar, sugar, flour, eggs, and some lard. It was still a bit too bad for green and red silk to have no such thing at home, so there were also mooncake processing, and if you wanted it, it would be calculated as the processing fee.

"Gangwa, please watch Xiaoniu Niu on the street, don't let her run away." Sun's mother repeatedly told her son that this little guy would run away if he was not careful.

"I know, we will pull her in a row, and we can't even run away." Sun Gang patted his chest and promised, turning his head to the little guy, "Don't run around, there are kids on the street."

Seeing this little guy's disdainful look, Sun Gang and Zhao Han were both in trouble. They really looked a little tight, and they didn't know how her parents managed it. They were still worried every day, and they were like a little wild horse that broke free.

"Gangwa, are you going to the street?" Hu Chunlian, the wife of neighbor Zhou Haisheng, took her grandson to go to the market. When she saw Sun Gang driving out, she asked. Sun Gang was two years older than her son, and his grandson was two or three years old. When Sun's mother thought of this, she was very depressed.

"Yes, cousin, you go out to the street, too, I'll take you there." Sun Gang remembered that if someone had a hand tractor on the street in the past, it would have been full of people when he went there and full of things when he came back.

On the way, I got on several villagers from the village, and finally there were people in the car. Zhao Han held Niu Niu and sat in the passenger seat.

"Gangba, I'm so lucky. This Ni'er is so beautiful..."

"Yes, it seems that he is still from the city..."

“How great…”

"Gangba..."

Everyone was talking all over the place. Zhao Han's face was already blushing with shame, and Sun Gang's carefree face remained calm. He knew that the more shy the older the aunts would speak more vigorously. Fortunately, the distance from the town is not far away.

The car soon arrived on the street in a lively manner. The mooncake made at the east end of the bridge, and the market was at the west end of the bridge. Sun Gang's uncle's family lived in the second place at the west end of the bridge.

I hand over the ingredients for making mooncakes to the boss. There may be many people making mooncakes today, so I won’t get the finished product until noon. I explained to the boss and parked the car in front of Uncle Sun Gang’s house. The aunt couldn’t help but pull Zhao Han to ask around. Only Sun Gang, who is a married age, hasn’t settled yet. Now it’s better, so don’t worry.

After sitting in my uncle's house for a while, he got up and went shopping. Sun Gang and Zhao Han held Niu Niu on the left and right, so that she could not run around and caused the little guy to protest. Under the "suppression" of Sun Gang and the others, the protest was ineffective.

The market is in a "earth" shape, and the street at the bottom is a vegetable market, with all kinds of vegetables available; there are also cross streets, meat, aquatic products, and fruit stalls all concentrated on these streets. The wholesale of clothing, groceries, and side dishes are all in the street-facing storefronts.

Every day on the lunar calendar is the day when the town goes to the market. Anyone who goes to the market knows its excitement and noisyness. In addition, the market is empty, and occasionally a group of playful children will run away.

There are young women wearing clothes under the box; there are shy little girls with big red and green flowers; there are young men with red faces on shoulders; there are old women with black gauze scarves and bamboo baskets; there are smart middle-aged butchers with a face full of flesh, who come from various villages and do their own business.

The cabbage with green leaves and white stems piled up all over the ground, with dew on it, and baskets of tomatoes full of water seemed to drip out of water. The round watermelon was about to swell up, the yellow oil buns were fragrant all over the street, the fat chickens and ducks kept flapping their wings, and the blacksmith shop kept thrusting their irons. People were crowded with people, and things were next to things, and the whole street was crowded with people, and sometimes they had to follow the crowd slowly in order to move forward. Even so, in order to buy something that suits them, they had to walk back and forth slowly along the street. Every time they went to the market, Sun Gang felt very kind.

The bargaining voices began to rise one after another, and the bargaining of those loud women was endless. People couldn't help but look back. Some people were always careful in calculating and refused to regress. They forced themselves to break their mouths and reached the deal.

When the market is in the market, no one stipulates when the market will start and end. It depends on the freedom of the market. When you bow your head, there will be many more people in the market, as if they are emerging from the ground.

The noodle stalls at the market are doing business all day long. Usually, they set up two tables, with a few long benches on both sides of the table, and soy sauce, vinegar, chili, chopped green onion and other seasonings on the table. Impressed diners will rush to eat without waiting for the steaming noodles to cool down.

There are also some fried stalls on the roadside, which are the most popular among children. Those children with countless mountains and wilderness always hold adults' hands and clamor to eat this and that.

The little guy pulled Sun Gang and Zhao Han around, and there were fried sugar cakes, oil cakes, and sweet potato cakes. When Sun Gang was a child, he liked something called "scoop buns", which was to diced green onions and tofu, mix them into the batter, use an iron spoon in the middle and concave around it, scoop up a spoon and put it in the oil pan, and it was fried golden and eaten while it was hot. Sun Gang still can't forget the taste. Buy a sugar cake for the little guy, Zhao Han and Sun Gang each had a "scoop bun", which was only one piece and five in total, and the three of them were full of oil. The "scoop buns" brought the taste in their memory and made Sun Gang savor it for a long time.

The meat seller had a black apron with a shiny radiant apron around his waist and waved his big knife with his strong arms. The meat buyer said and pointed at the part of the pig, for fear that the butcher would sell them fat and soft meat. The butcher quickly cut off enough pounds, and used the tip of the knife to drill a hole in the pork, then put on a straw rope and weighed it, took the RMB hand handed over by the meat buyer, threw it into the bamboo basket next to him, and then called the next buyer. Some meat buyers were uneasy and secretly took the pork they had bought to another place to weigh it, for fear that they would suffer a loss.

In some corners of the market, there are always some divination men who are divining and looking at the face. They carry small stools, cloth bags or erhus with them. Wherever they sit, they are their territory. When there is no business, the Xiangshu will shake their heads and pull up the erhus, making a squeaking sound, as if they are squeezed out from their feet, spreading away as if they are wrapped in crowds.

"The market is so lively. You can't see such a scene in the county town," Zhao Han sighed.

"This is nothing. The scenes of the festivals before the New Year were much more spectacular, and there was no way to pass the car at all," Sun Gang was deeply moved. The cars sent from another town to the county town or from the county town passed by Sun Gang's town. When the festivals were on the festivals before the Spring Festival, the road was "not connected". There were villagers buying New Year's goods or small vendors doing business everywhere. Generally, the cars were put down people by the edge of the town, and then took a detour. The consequence of walking directly was: they had to stay for at least 8 hours.

"It's too exaggerated, incredible." Zhao Han felt very magical. After all, he hadn't experienced it personally, so it was hard to imagine that scene.

"There is even more exaggerated. Every March of the lunar calendar, there is a temple fair in our town, and the scene is quite big." The temple fair is a grand day for the whole town and even several nearby towns. At that time, it will gather from all over the place to the town. Since Sun Gang went to college, he has never experienced it again. When he was a child, he was taken by his brothers and sisters to watch the temple fair every year.

"If there is a temple fair, you must call me. I want to see it," Zhao Han said to Sun Gang seriously.

"Of course, there will be about 10-15 days at that time, and your parents will come to play for a few days." Of course, Sun Gang will not forget his future father-in-law and his wife.

"I'm coming too, I'm going to see the temple fair, too." Seeing that neither of them showed signs of calling her, the little guy finally couldn't help protesting.

"Haha," Sun Gang and Zhao Han looked at each other and laughed. The little guy was so cute.

When the sun gradually moved to the center, lunch time came, and I saw that the small restaurants, noodle stalls, and dumpling shops were full. Everyone was just a bite, and some were reluctant to spend money and hungry to go home for a meal.

"Let's go, we're going home for dinner, too." Sun Gang pulled Zhao Han and Niu Niu quickly crossed the crowd.

When I arrived at my uncle's house, my aunt cooked the meals of Sun Gang and the other two, and it was almost ready. I asked Sun Gang and the others to stay for dinner, but it was hard to refuse the affection.

With a rich dish and warm hospitality, I bid farewell to my uncle's family after dinner, passed by the east end of the bridge and picked up the processed mooncakes and went home.

As the sun gradually moved westward, people on the street saw it slowly dissipating. After buying the needs of their lives, they rushed home tiredly and happily. Some people were filled with goods in their backpacks, fearing that they would fall on the road and cover the door with snakeskin bags; some people did not sell the things they brought from their homes, so they had to take them home in a bad mood, waiting for the next market day to arrive; some people went to the market to buy rapeseed or make their hair dry.

After the people dispersed, the market suddenly became empty and quiet, and the fruit peels and paper scraps on the ground were still stained with the liveliness and noise of the day. The vendors' stall stands quietly, as if they were breathing for the heavy burden during the day, resting, and preparing to welcome the next arrival of the owners.

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