Ah! Oh my god! It’s been a long time since I saw this thing, and now there are still some. Wang Yong walked a few steps to a stall selling pastries not far away.

There are more than a dozen common pastries in rural areas on the stalls, such as cakes that will become as hard as stones after being stored for a long time. I remember that when I was a child, I followed Dawei to his grandfather's house and saw this kind of cake that turned into stones in the basket hanging on the beam of his man.

The two bad guys kicked two of them back one by one, and the next day they went to school to tease their classmates. They said they were treating someone to eat cake. At that time, every family was poor, but they just had enough food, and they couldn't see any snacks at all. So when they saw the cake, they were drooling and excitedly took it over and thanked the two guys very much!

There are those who are anxious, such as Fatty classmate, who took them over and bites them. So a tragedy happened. In order to show that the cake was delicious, this guy liked to eat it, he ate it hard.

As a result, this guy vomited blood on the spot and was unconscious.

Haha, it's exaggerated. This is not poison. But it's true that blood is spitting out. Although the two front teeth of Yat-tung were not removed after the mouth, the blood must be flowing. In addition, the toothache has been hurt for four or five days and the gums are swollen!

Thinking of this, Wang Yong smiled embarrassedly. He was so young and frivolous! Looking at the delicious food in his childhood memory, Wang Yong thought about whether he should buy some. Giving it to the fat man is considered apologizing? Of course, if he was busy, he might forget to give it to him. When it was delivered, he could not blame himself. If he reached out to beat the smiley person, wouldn't he behaved? Otherwise, is there any reason? He would be beaten to give gifts? Well, he would be dragged to Dawei at that time, after all, he would have a share in this matter.

Baked cakes, walnut cakes, ice cream... and ice cream. This is Wang Yong’s favorite when he was a child!

When I was a child, every year during the Chinese New Year, there were always a lot of relatives coming to greet my grandfather, second master and others. When I greeted the New Year, I had to bring two things - two bottles of wine and a box of fruit boxes.

Wine is usually bottled wine on the market. When I was a child, it was usually only a few dollars a bottle. If someone bought wine worth more than ten yuan to give it to someone, the relatives and friends would say a lot of good things on the side, and then they would say it behind their backs when they got home. It not only showed that they had a relative who was good at money, enjoyed the enviable eyes, but also said sourly that they would say what happened before, and reflect on why they didn’t make a fortune?

Fruit box, this is something that can make all children crazy at that time. This is a special item that only exists during the Chinese New Year, and there are no other time.

It is a gift that uses a cardboard box to hold various pastries, which is specially used to visit relatives to greet New Year during the Chinese New Year. It is generally divided into two or three grades, and the cheapest one is like Dawei and his family sold for two dollars at that time, and then three or five dollars at the time. In addition to the different weights, the varieties of pastries inside are also different.

Of course, this price was in the early 1990s, and later it became popular to deliver noodles because noodles were much more affordable than this fruit box. At that time, one dollar pack of noodles per pound was enough for a family of four to eat. My uncle paid for making noodles at that time, and after he had money, he got the engineering team to take on work.

There are usually at least several kinds of pastries in the fruit box: cat feces, which are glutinous rice noodles, walnut crisps, cakes, biscuits, iced goods, cottage goods, black silk roses and mixed fruits (these two things are the most unpalatable, and the house never eats them).

At that time, children always had various skills to steal things from the fruit box. It was the lowest level when they secretly dug holes. They were found to be a must-have when they were beaten.

Because at that time, everyone had no money in their hands, the fruit boxes they received were usually handed over and sent out. Maybe they could just turn them around and then transfer them to their own hands. There were even last year's fruit boxes that were left for this year. Of course, the pastries inside would definitely not be eaten.

Wang Yong’s favorite food was ice goods and domestic goods. At that time, he always fantasized about why the fruit box was not full of ice goods and domestic goods?

"Oh! The village chief is here, let's see what to come?" The stall owner just saw a guest away and found Wang Yong standing in front of the stall looking at the ice goods in a daze.

When Wang Yong heard this sound that seemed familiar, he raised his head in confusion and looked at the stall owner carefully.

The stall owner is about fifty years old, wearing a long apron and a plastic glove with his last name on his hand. When he looked at his face again, Wang Yong was stunned!

"Old uncle?"

"Haha, why? Don't you recognize me?"

"Why did you go to the village to sell pastries? Are you laid off if you didn't teach well?" Wang Yong was joking with his old uncle.

"How do you know!" The old uncle laughed, not angry at all.

"I had an old problem of back pain some time ago, so I simply stepped down early. Later, somehow I didn't know why I didn't go to work anymore and my back hurts anymore. I was wondering?"

Wang Yong smiled and didn't respond. When he first came back, in order to take care of his relatives at home, the families sent many fruits and vegetables produced by Xiaoshi. At first, everyone was just a fresh dish, and the child gave it to him and ate it. Later, after the super vegetables were exposed, they never missed each time. When Wang Yong was not here, his uncle would send them to them every now and then, or ask them to come and get them.

"Old uncle, you retired early and are not recuperating at home, so why are you still setting up a stall?" Wang Yong asked in confusion.

"Haha, how about it? Although this market is not big, you can buy ordinary Japanese supplies here. This is my idea for Dahai! Because of this, my stall is free, but others have to pay 100 yuan a month?" The old uncle showed off proudly.

"Are you short of money at home? Otherwise, I will pay for the tuition and living expenses of Chunru and Chunxu, you..."

"Stop! Stop! Who said I'm short of money?" The old uncle interrupted Wang Yong and continued: "I'm watching us get richer, but the old traditions in the past are almost gone. So I organized a group of people to think about getting some of the old foods from the past, which can be regarded as inheriting and carrying forward our old traditions. This is called not forgetting the roots!"

"Later, when you saw the development prospects of our village, you gave my uncle such an idea?"

"That's right, Boss Wang opened a restaurant in front and made red and white banquet dishes in our countryside. It's been three days since the opening, and it's full every day. None of the tourists from Zicheng are not acclaimed. Just here, these old snacks have been sold a lot. Many people buy a few bags of more than ten bags, and they all take them back to give them to others. In less than a week, my uncle earned the salary of the previous month!" The old uncle became more and more excited as he spoke.

Wang Yong really didn't expect that these old rural foods would be so popular? But it doesn't matter if you think about it carefully. After all, many of the people in the city now have only entered the countryside after urbanization. So you must have a deep memory of these old rural foods. How can you not buy some to review them when you see them?

"My uncle is the same, why didn't I tell me earlier? Old uncle, I'll go to my house to have lunch at noon..." Before Wang Yong finished speaking, his uncle Zhao Zhenjiang hurriedly interrupted him:

"Don't, if there is no free customer, I will go to you if you don't say it. Besides, our brothers will make a tray of buns on Lao Yang's stall together, and then two side dishes and a bottle of wine. A few people talk and laugh and chat, which is much more comfortable than eating in your place!"
Chapter completed!