source: Harbin News Network - the author of the new evening news: Wang Kun Wang Yuandan Wang Dong
the old man sells vegetables in the morning market. WeChat friend circle screenshot
Photos, the old man wearing a knitted cap, wrapped in a thick coat, sitting on the ground with a few wrinkled glass sacks, and leaning low on the side of the bridge -
as if overnight, this unclear picture was thoroughly fried in the WeChat circle of friends. It's not the strange costumes and the invisible faces in the pictures, but the lines that all the people copy, "call everyone to buy the old granny's food, 104." At home there is a silly son waiting for her to take care of. Grandma's location is on the bridge of Taiping Bridge morning market, seeking diffusion, do not praise.
"eat the vegetables of the centenarians, live a long life"
as soon as the old man appears, the peddlers in the early market of the Taiping Bridge immediately slow down their hands and start a silent stall for the "centenary" to sell food in a good place.
the old man arched his little body and dragged two broken pockets. Even recently, because of the road, the stall was stacked with high mud stacks, and she was still slowly stepping on the mud, taking out the vegetables from her own yard, stacking a pile on the bag, and sitting slowly on the ground. There were no scales, no hawks, and a dish of 35 dollars per heap. Until the early market was gradually scattered, the warm sunshine in the afternoon was shining on the body, and all the vegetables in the foot were sold out, and she stood up silently.
her movements are too slow. When the back of the bow was occasionally met, the old man immediately lifted his head, the arch was covered with muddy hands, and a voice was squeezed out of his throat, showing a "pleasing" smile.
this bun in a small bun, wearing unseasonable thick clothes, and the occasional granny with mud and acid, caught the attention of the peddlers in the morning of the mun Bridge 4 years ago. At the end of summer and early autumn, the old man always dragged food bags and slowly appeared in people's vision.
the bag, which looks like it can crush her vegetables, is actually only 30 jin, and it is placed in the small stall at the foot of the old man. The old man often hides behind the dense stalls and is hard to find. Cui Aixi, who was selling flowers at the side, first noticed her. Choi said, "how old is this year?" The old man raised his head and smiled again. "One hundred and four."
Cui Aixi grabbed a handful of beans. "Come and take a walk and have a look. The vegetables of the centenarians have eaten a long life and eaten good luck..." That day, the first time the old man sold light vegetables after coming to the morning market.
helps the elderly sell vegetables and has become a "thing to do." The old man who sold the newspaper helped the old man to carry the bag to the morning market; Cui Aixi made a good place for the old man early; the young man who sold vegetarian chicken beancurd was in charge of the old man's breakfast; the elder sister of the bun gave the bowl of porridge to the old man who had occasionally eaten beef steamed stuffed steamed stuffed buns. In the middle of the month, the old man had to go to the bank that was next to the early morning market to make up for the gold. The young security guards took her back gently, and passed her bank card and the words of the code into the window...
they call her "the centenary". They had never had much communication with the elderly, or even called her name, and could not tell where she lived. In the early autumn, the morning breeze gradually cooled, and the elderly went to the toilet more frequently. Several elder sisters took turns to accompany her, holding the old man's shrivel and trembling hands all the way, and repeatedly wearing thick trousers for her in the toilet.
the old man drilled out of his own vegetable garden with a crutch.
"no matter what day it will be half way down"
from the village to the morning market and then back to the cottage. The old man who is getting weaker day by day is occasionally "complacent".
20 square meters, dark room, full of sour smell of choking. On the Kang, a heap of black draping and unclassified is a Tuo of the quilt or old clothes, and mixed with the thick and thick paper shells, leading to the "buzzing" of dozens of flies. The round table was filled with broken cups, small pans and milk powder. In the open moon cake bag, several flies stumbled and swore.
in the village of Guangming Village, Guangming Village, Daiyuan District, the old man's small mud house is like a duck shed. Outside the house was a small yellow vegetable garden. The old man drilled out of the soil with a cane and a deep foot.
she lives with her more than 50 year old son. The son's body is weak. He can only do odd jobs once in a while, and often can't get paid. The whole village knows that the 100 year old lady has to use the money that sells vegetables every day to make up for the household, and to buy himself the cheapest antihypertensive drugs, Kyushin Pills and cholecystitis.
moon cake, milk powder, several pairs of old shoes and clothes were all hard pressed by nearby villagers. The old man looked melancholy: "the good guys are many, even more than their sons and daughters. Happy, I always feel that it is not my... " She delivered an identity card and a hukou book that dropped the page. Her name is Liu Bishi, who was born in 1911.
choose vegetables in the daytime, and bundle at more than 30 pounds of beans, eggplant and coriander in the evening. At 3 in the morning, there was no wash and no breakfast. The old man got out of the house, pulled out a bag, walked a dozen meters, put down, turned second to the first, and then dragged the first one, so repeated - only 200 meters from home to bus stop, she moved half an hour.
careful villagers and good hearted people in the morning market found that the old people's vegetable bags were obviously smaller this year. Along the way, villagers and policemen seized the bag from the old man and started the relay 200 meters a day, escorting the old man to the bus. On the bus, the passengers took her a not too bumpy seat, and in the long hour, they stretched out their hands, held the shoulders of the old man and the bag in her arms.
good hearted bus driver saves 3 yuan ticket, occasionally driving while "complain": "such a big age, do not pull..." The old man seemed very upset when he moved his body. "Maybe one day it will be half way up." She craned her neck and smiled at the driver's back.
her memory is slowly
the wrinkles on her face are getting deeper and deeper than the old children in the village who have been looking for music all day. There is a hole in the heart of a centenary mother, deep to the bottom.
the old man's lunch, usually milk and biscuits, deal with a small bite at two or three p.m. Her memory was getting worse and worse, and her eyes gradually declined.
rough memory roughly pieced together the hard life of the Shandong woman: in 1959, she and her husband came to Harbin with her eldest daughter and fell in the Tuen. She also had 3 sons, an accident, one died of cirrhosis, and a machine that was hanged in a brick factory. Now, she could not remember which year her son was born and which year she died. As she recollect, she frowned and frowned, finally weakly closed her eyes, shook her head and lowered her shoulders: "I can't remember..."
the oldest daughter who is still alive and has the longest memory with her mother is 75 years old. Liu Bai once lent her almost all her savings to her grandson, hoping that he would support her mother. A year ago, she once touched the nursing home of her eldest daughter after selling vegetables. Later, the eldest daughter was moved to another house by his grandson, and then lost contact with Liu Bai.
from Guangming Village and Dongfengcun to Taiping Bridge, vegetables have been selling more and more over the past decade. During the day, she occasionally sits alone in the village head and secretly drops tears. "Think of the children." The villagers guessed that "death can not be mentioned above, but can not be seen without seeing."
she even forgot to eat. Sitting in the morning market, she whispered with her fingers: who bought her food instead of changing the money, who helped her carry the bag, and who helped her sell the rice?
Cui AI Xi teased her: "how much does" golden hook "sell? She was confused, "forget it."
"golden hook" is as valuable to Liu Bai as gold. She forgot...
time turned back 4 years ago. Cui Aixi still remembers clearly that he sold the old man for the first time in the morning, and the old man's dish was sold out for the first time. At the foot of the old man, there was a pile of gold hooks. No matter how many people offered to buy it, they refused to sell it.
before the stall, the old man bent down and put the pile of gold hooks in a plastic bag and held it in front of Cui Aixi.
"my golden hook" is delicious. Thank you for helping me. The old man raised his wrinkled face and smiled again.
Cui Aixi was tearful...