Summer is the spring of the summer, adults are slack, children are in summer vacation
In the afternoon, the scorching sun makes people sleepy
Under the shade of trees, in the bungalows, there are listless people in groups of three or three
Suddenly, Ice Sorbet and Ice Cream!
The hawking sound came from a distance in a hazy way, breaking the tranquility and awakening us in childhood, we hurriedly asked our parents for a few cents. Looking at the white box from afar, we quickly squeezed in front of us
Those who sell popsicles are all half-year-old or girls, fourteen or five years old, which is the age who is most anticipated and interested in making money.
Thinking of themselves being able to make money, they didn't care how hot the weather was, and they rode their bicycles, carrying their own small boxes carefully pasted with white paper on the back seat, and ran to the village of Ten Miles and Baba.
These small wooden boxes are mostly mother's dowry, and they come in handy when selling popsicles. As for why the boxes are white, there is no way to figure it out. Anyway, everyone is so muddy, white boxes have become a symbol of selling popsicles.
The price has not changed for many years, popsicle is one cent, ice cream is two cents. I remember that I was willing to buy an ice cream on my birthday in the year. Ice cream is indeed much softer and delicious than popsicle, but it is far less impressive than popsicle. Otherwise, the old popsicle has been sold so popular in recent years, but it has not sold old ice cream.
The popsicle seller collected the money one by one, took out the popsicle from the quilt in the box and distributed it to the children one by one, and then rode the bike to continue spinning. We had popsicle in our mouths, and we had to shout a few words behind us to be satisfied.
The shouts of selling popsicles have become the most delicious memory of our childhood
The autumn harvest is shortly after the summer vacation starts, and popsicles are sold at most to the rice market.
The autumn harvest is completed, which is what the saying goes, after picking up peanuts, the peanuts and those who collect peanuts drive into various villages, drive a tricycle, stop at the intersection, and shout: "It's time to collect fruits and rice!
When the children heard these shouts, they knew that there was something delicious again. They accompanied their mother to peel peanuts for a few nights. The mother had to fry some peanuts that could not be sold as peanuts to reward us.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the children are less and less likely to get up, but the mother always has to get up early to cook for us and go to school.
Those who got up earlier than their mothers were the aunts and ladies who sold tofu
When we were still sleeping, they pushed a basket of tofu on top of the wheeled horse (trolley). Walking on the still frosty road, the shouting was particularly loud: Tofu wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy
Winter is gone and spring is coming, and the child is one year older. Spring is full of vitality, and the ones who sell from street to street are also the most vital.
A big golden deer bicycle was carrying a special basket-shaped box behind it, and the shouting was very charming. It used the tone of sharpening scissors to grab the kitchen knife. The chickens were good and the chickens were good. The aunts and ladies gathered around and carefully selected them. They bought thirty and twenty chickens, and went home to raise them in straw woven plants. Children liked to play with the chickens the most. They held millet and imitated the sound of grandma calling the chickens. The two lips squeezed out inconsistent sounds, making fun of the furry chicks playing.
Observe the little chickens growing day by day, pay attention to the day when the little rooster learns to crow, and look forward to the shouting of myself growing up day by day, bringing myself back to my childhood memories
The most common shouting I remember in my memory is to collect the wine bottle!
Some people have a lot of lung capacity after collecting wine bottles, and they are shouting that they are collecting wine bottles!
Then I can add a sentence: It’s one cent to one, one cent to one cent to one, and one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to
Those who collect rags never shout that collect rags!
Instead, I called a bunch of wavy waves that collect scrap copper, iron and broken paper shells. They are also scraps, but my favorite is those vendors who exchange scraps for plates and bowls.
Swimming, one of the plastic sandals was washed away, I took the other one back home, and my mother said what else was left with one shoe? I said I could use it to change the plate and bowl.
Every time the third and eighth sessions of the Lunar calendar come, the hawking sounds in the market come one after another, and sweet peaches come!
Auntie, bring some pepper noodles?
The most technical and attractive thing for children is the one who sells rat poison
A red cloth is laid on the ground, an iron rod is placed, a horn is hung on it, several batteries are used as power supply, holding a microphone in your hand, and your mouth is not idle: The moon (medicine) comes, the moon of the mouse, the moon of the fly, the moon of the mosquitoes does not need to be eaten by the mouse, only the cloud of the mouse (smell) is used to make the moon under it, where is the rat dead, the moon is flies during the day, the mosquitoes are smoked at night, the flies and the mosquitoes are destroyed when they stretch out their mouths, the wood (no) bring the moon, come and take the moon, and these people are also very familiar with marketing strategies. They obviously cost two packs per dollar, but they say they are one pack per dollar, and they can't stay idle for a morning, and they can't do their best to promote the
Although it was shouting on the trumpet, it was harmless to people and animals. Then he lowered his head and said: Call cats to hide at home. What is more talkative than those who sell rat poison. It is occasionally encountered by people from other places who sell more knives. It is a set of them, and each sentence is rhymeless. Don’t panic, don’t be busy, and how long it takes to make a mark.
It can always attract a large number of adults and children to watch over the past few years as hosts. When you can't find inspiration for shaking your bags, you will always learn from the market's memory.
Every five days, I have to go to the market every afternoon, but there are still people who sell things from street to street, such as tea, shrimp skin, and jelly. The shouting is similar, just have a good voice.
The most difficult one is the one who sells coal balls. Their tricycles are not like peanuts that cannot come out a few times a year and cannot withstand any pollution. These diesel engines deal with coal powder all year round, and the noise is very loud. Under such a loud noise, they have to shout to sell coal balls!
It's really not easy
Not all businesses need to be shouted, such as popcorn blowing, finding an open space, raising a stove, shaking the blower, and when taking the pot, the best shout is the best. From the one who can just walk to the one who has 12 or 13 who can be attracted to the front
There is another kind of hawking, which is no longer heard now. It is riding a bicycle with a camera hanging around your neck, shouting, "Take a picture!"
Almost all of our generation have been so luxurious and fashionable. Wear the most beautiful clothes, find the most luxurious place at home, grin or stare at the camera, leaving behind their childhood
The hawking and shouting in childhood has changed a lot today
Those who sell popsicles will definitely not go around the streets. You can choose the freezer of the supermarket and convenience store. All children have their own familiar brands. Those who sell tofu and collect scrap have small horns, which saves a lot of effort. For safety reasons, selling rat poison has been banned and can only sell sticky rat boards. We who have grown up can listen to a shouting tune, even if it comes from the horn, our thoughts can't help but go back to our childhood.
In the afternoon, the scorching sun makes people sleepy
Under the shade of trees, in the bungalows, there are listless people in groups of three or three
Suddenly, Ice Sorbet and Ice Cream!
The hawking sound came from a distance in a hazy way, breaking the tranquility and awakening us in childhood, we hurriedly asked our parents for a few cents. Looking at the white box from afar, we quickly squeezed in front of us
Those who sell popsicles are all half-year-old or girls, fourteen or five years old, which is the age who is most anticipated and interested in making money.
Thinking of themselves being able to make money, they didn't care how hot the weather was, and they rode their bicycles, carrying their own small boxes carefully pasted with white paper on the back seat, and ran to the village of Ten Miles and Baba.
These small wooden boxes are mostly mother's dowry, and they come in handy when selling popsicles. As for why the boxes are white, there is no way to figure it out. Anyway, everyone is so muddy, white boxes have become a symbol of selling popsicles.
The price has not changed for many years, popsicle is one cent, ice cream is two cents. I remember that I was willing to buy an ice cream on my birthday in the year. Ice cream is indeed much softer and delicious than popsicle, but it is far less impressive than popsicle. Otherwise, the old popsicle has been sold so popular in recent years, but it has not sold old ice cream.
The popsicle seller collected the money one by one, took out the popsicle from the quilt in the box and distributed it to the children one by one, and then rode the bike to continue spinning. We had popsicle in our mouths, and we had to shout a few words behind us to be satisfied.
The shouts of selling popsicles have become the most delicious memory of our childhood
The autumn harvest is shortly after the summer vacation starts, and popsicles are sold at most to the rice market.
The autumn harvest is completed, which is what the saying goes, after picking up peanuts, the peanuts and those who collect peanuts drive into various villages, drive a tricycle, stop at the intersection, and shout: "It's time to collect fruits and rice!
When the children heard these shouts, they knew that there was something delicious again. They accompanied their mother to peel peanuts for a few nights. The mother had to fry some peanuts that could not be sold as peanuts to reward us.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the children are less and less likely to get up, but the mother always has to get up early to cook for us and go to school.
Those who got up earlier than their mothers were the aunts and ladies who sold tofu
When we were still sleeping, they pushed a basket of tofu on top of the wheeled horse (trolley). Walking on the still frosty road, the shouting was particularly loud: Tofu wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy wavy
Winter is gone and spring is coming, and the child is one year older. Spring is full of vitality, and the ones who sell from street to street are also the most vital.
A big golden deer bicycle was carrying a special basket-shaped box behind it, and the shouting was very charming. It used the tone of sharpening scissors to grab the kitchen knife. The chickens were good and the chickens were good. The aunts and ladies gathered around and carefully selected them. They bought thirty and twenty chickens, and went home to raise them in straw woven plants. Children liked to play with the chickens the most. They held millet and imitated the sound of grandma calling the chickens. The two lips squeezed out inconsistent sounds, making fun of the furry chicks playing.
Observe the little chickens growing day by day, pay attention to the day when the little rooster learns to crow, and look forward to the shouting of myself growing up day by day, bringing myself back to my childhood memories
The most common shouting I remember in my memory is to collect the wine bottle!
Some people have a lot of lung capacity after collecting wine bottles, and they are shouting that they are collecting wine bottles!
Then I can add a sentence: It’s one cent to one, one cent to one cent to one, and one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to one cent to
Those who collect rags never shout that collect rags!
Instead, I called a bunch of wavy waves that collect scrap copper, iron and broken paper shells. They are also scraps, but my favorite is those vendors who exchange scraps for plates and bowls.
Swimming, one of the plastic sandals was washed away, I took the other one back home, and my mother said what else was left with one shoe? I said I could use it to change the plate and bowl.
Every time the third and eighth sessions of the Lunar calendar come, the hawking sounds in the market come one after another, and sweet peaches come!
Auntie, bring some pepper noodles?
The most technical and attractive thing for children is the one who sells rat poison
A red cloth is laid on the ground, an iron rod is placed, a horn is hung on it, several batteries are used as power supply, holding a microphone in your hand, and your mouth is not idle: The moon (medicine) comes, the moon of the mouse, the moon of the fly, the moon of the mosquitoes does not need to be eaten by the mouse, only the cloud of the mouse (smell) is used to make the moon under it, where is the rat dead, the moon is flies during the day, the mosquitoes are smoked at night, the flies and the mosquitoes are destroyed when they stretch out their mouths, the wood (no) bring the moon, come and take the moon, and these people are also very familiar with marketing strategies. They obviously cost two packs per dollar, but they say they are one pack per dollar, and they can't stay idle for a morning, and they can't do their best to promote the
Although it was shouting on the trumpet, it was harmless to people and animals. Then he lowered his head and said: Call cats to hide at home. What is more talkative than those who sell rat poison. It is occasionally encountered by people from other places who sell more knives. It is a set of them, and each sentence is rhymeless. Don’t panic, don’t be busy, and how long it takes to make a mark.
It can always attract a large number of adults and children to watch over the past few years as hosts. When you can't find inspiration for shaking your bags, you will always learn from the market's memory.
Every five days, I have to go to the market every afternoon, but there are still people who sell things from street to street, such as tea, shrimp skin, and jelly. The shouting is similar, just have a good voice.
The most difficult one is the one who sells coal balls. Their tricycles are not like peanuts that cannot come out a few times a year and cannot withstand any pollution. These diesel engines deal with coal powder all year round, and the noise is very loud. Under such a loud noise, they have to shout to sell coal balls!
It's really not easy
Not all businesses need to be shouted, such as popcorn blowing, finding an open space, raising a stove, shaking the blower, and when taking the pot, the best shout is the best. From the one who can just walk to the one who has 12 or 13 who can be attracted to the front
There is another kind of hawking, which is no longer heard now. It is riding a bicycle with a camera hanging around your neck, shouting, "Take a picture!"
Almost all of our generation have been so luxurious and fashionable. Wear the most beautiful clothes, find the most luxurious place at home, grin or stare at the camera, leaving behind their childhood
The hawking and shouting in childhood has changed a lot today
Those who sell popsicles will definitely not go around the streets. You can choose the freezer of the supermarket and convenience store. All children have their own familiar brands. Those who sell tofu and collect scrap have small horns, which saves a lot of effort. For safety reasons, selling rat poison has been banned and can only sell sticky rat boards. We who have grown up can listen to a shouting tune, even if it comes from the horn, our thoughts can't help but go back to our childhood.
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