In the earliest memory, this thing is not called "sorbet", but "popsicle".
Like at the station? A city in the south, in the eyes of farmers' children, is novel everywhere. I got on the bus, and there were strangers inside and outside. The car has left, crawling like a snail. After a pause, the door opened and someone picked it up and stood there selling popsicles. I was impressed by the image of an aunt, who seemed to be wearing a white hat and apron, holding a big thermos bottle in her arms and not laughing. She coldly asked the people in the car, who will buy popsicles?
It is supposed that such a noble object should not be bought, but I don't remember how I got it. Come to think of it, who seemed to be going to town to see a doctor then? Sick people deserve special treatment. But it's not right. How to eat this cold food when you are sick? I really don't remember. I ate it anyway. The feeling at that time was "cold and sweet". Four words, one word cannot be different. I didn't create these four words. Everyone says so, especially the word "Jing". Now I remember it vividly: cold and sweet, so careful and delicate.
We just ate ice in front of our house, and there was no such "popsicle".
Such a hot day. The fine dust in the street is like cotton candy. Walking barefoot in it is soft and itchy, and everyone wearing shoes is sweating. Their feet are like stepping on mud, and they feel uncomfortable, so they deliberately pour some soil into it, which is comfortable. However, after a while, the shoes will become mud cakes, scattered on the hard ground, poured out and filled with soil. When I was a child, it was forbidden to be hot, and it was not uncomfortable on a hot day. The cicada in the tree screamed, and we just ran around in the street. At this time, someone came running and said that there was an ice seller in the backstreet. We ran to the back street to look for it, but he came to the front street, right at the alley mouth of my house.
He is pushing an old bicycle with a big bamboo basket covered with yellow wheat straw on the back frame. When someone changed iron, he took out a piece of ice from under the wheat straw. Knock a piece with a hammer and put it in somebody else's bowl. If the adults say less, he will knock a few more times, and if they say less, they will be gone.
He pushed the car forward, surrounded by a group of children, and the stars were holding the moon. He found a mound and leaned his car against the wall to get the ice. Someone replaced it with scrap iron. If there is no scrap iron, just look at it eagerly. He said, no, no. When there were not many children around, he dug another piece out of the basket. Knock down a piece with a hammer, let's eat it, and let's go back and find an adult to change scrap iron. My family has no scrap metal, so I have to follow him all the way. After he leaves, he will conjure a big piece from another basket. That man is amazing, just like a fairy. Why are there always ice in those two bamboo baskets? Until it gets dark, you can turn a corner and get a big piece from under the wheat straw, which is crystal clear. Knock the fragments down and bite them in your mouth. "Bang, bang, bang" means "cold, thin and sweet". People say so. In contrast, this wheat straw ice is really "thin and sweet". The popsicle I ate later said the same thing, but it was a bit sweet like sugar. Compared with wheat straw ice, it is sweeter and thicker, and not as thin as hair.
When I was in primary school, there were popsicles at the school gate.
That man is our classmate. Primary school should be six years. Four years later, he went to sell popsicles and came to the school gate. Pushing an old bicycle, a wooden box is carried on the back shelf, and the quilt is covered one layer at a time. This is a wonderful thing. People cover themselves with quilts when they are cold, and sweat when they are hot. Must the popsicle be covered when it is hot? Also, aunt put popsicles in a thermos? It's hard to say how cold it is. ) The word "milk sorbet" is written askew outside. As usual, the old car has no stock, and he leans against the wall. He didn't get off completely, but one leg supported the ground and the other leg was still on the front beam of the car. When you meet a teacher, you don't have to be as afraid as a mouse sees a cat. You don't have to say hello. You can also squint at them and shout "sorbet, milk sorbet". He is short, stout and round-faced. When he shouts, his neck is pulled up, his head is lifted up and his mouth is tilted to one side. "sorbet, cow …" sounds like a washbasin, very proud and brave. That's a classic sound in my memory.
We will buy it at the price of two cents each. Popsicle that looks like aunt Bai's apron in the city. It is white and rectangular, but it is not so sweet in the mouth. Brother Xue's popsicles also come in various colors, not just white. There are red, yellow and pink ones. This also increases our choices. He is even better. If it is gone, it is either red or yellow. Love or not? ...
The "number one" in the village also came to the school gate to sell "sorbet". Oh, that was the most unforgettable day in our history of eating popsicles.
When the "number one" in the backstreet was grass, the mower accidentally ate his hand. People respect him so much that it took me many years to understand that not all the "top leaders" in other units are right people.
"A car" is also pushing an older bicycle, which is placed against the east wall of the school gate. His voice was not as loud as the western washbasin, so he touched the other empty sleeve with one hand and said to the classmates next to him, buy mine, and pick any color you have.
Then brother Xue in the washbasin over there began to sell at a reduced price, three cents for two. People began to go to the west to learn from their brothers. The "top leader" in the east said that he began to sell "a penny". We figured it out and ran back. Before we ran to the east, Brother Xue shouted "two cents" and we turned around and came back. Someone heard the latest news that the "top leader in the East" lost three cents and people were running around again. ...
Finally, the crazy price reduction to "a penny for a penny" is definitely a memorable day.
Now that I think about it, the last popsicle melted to be not much bigger than a lollipop, and ten popsicles were not as afraid as the original two. In the end, the schoolmate made a move. I don't know where I got a slender plastic straw, saying that a penny can suck ten mouthfuls. The popsicle melted, and there was a plastic bag in the quilt, which melted into a lot of ice water. Suck it up, feel nothing, and it's better than biting a popsicle. So everyone squeezed their heads and sucked ice water. Brother Xue should give a cry and count it. "Come on, you've already sucked twelve mouthfuls." He pushed his head out. The one who squinted and tried to argue refused to let go, and nourished it twice. Later, everyone who came to our village to sell popsicles added this straw device. Think about it, it's better than the frozen sour plum soup on the street now.
All the sellers shout "milk sorbet", and we only admit that it is an ice lolly. It's just an ice with a stick in the middle. Where is the milk? Or "cake"? Later one will rise to five points. It's really a milky piece, twice as wide as the original one. After eating it, it seems that something like cotton wool has been added, which is said to be milk. I don't know how others feel, but I feel uncomfortable. It's worse than pure popsicles.
My uncle is a man who has seen the world. He has been on business and has been to big cities. When you speak, you should first "cut" with your teeth and tongue, and then "hum" with your nose. What is this called sorbet? Have you ever seen a real sorbet? Bite with your teeth, it won't be "boom, boom, boom", it's soft. For example, snow, by the way, they call it "ice cream" On such a hot day, I threw it on the ground and it took two hours to melt. ...
Oh, magic ice cream.
I also sold sorbet. Ha ha.
When I graduated from primary school, during the summer vacation, I said that I wanted to work and study, mainly to experience the taste of happiness. This was an ideal long ago. -Be a sorbet seller. Riding a bicycle, walking in the street, like a schoolmate, shouting "sorbet, milk sorbet" by the neck, which is admired and sought after by children everywhere. Adults don't support it, thinking I'm having a good time. But I don't think so. I insist again and again. I finally embarked on my own ideal road. My sales career is only one or two days, but there are many stories in it. The first time I went to the wholesale department, the first time I peddled along the street, the first time I sold my own goods, the first time I stood in the seller's position and bargained with people ... The last time was at noon, and it was time for lunch. Before the sorbet was sold out, I moved to menstruation's house, when she was having a baby. Grandma was waiting there, too. They left the rest of the sorbet and didn't mention money to me. You should be in charge of my dinner. I am your nephew, but you have to pay for my sorbet. I sell sorbet now. I intend to sell it to them at a lower price. Just like that brother Xue, the sorbet was reduced a lot, so I reduced the price ... but it didn't work. When I left their house, they didn't say a word, just walked over and said to help their family make money, okay. From here, go home for dinner. You want to eat my sorbet for free. I can't help it
As a result, my first business trip ended unsatisfactory. On the whole, you seem to have lost more than one yuan.
Later, I was old. I don't know when I don't like sorbet very much. Although there are more and more names now. At most, I will be interested in the story of eating sorbet.
A colleague of ours, male, over sixty, has a wife and a son, likes to eat sorbet, and has a lasting interest. I have to eat it all year round, and the refrigerator has opened the warehouse, which is colorful and dazzling. It is said that I had mild insomnia a while ago. I woke up in my sleep and ate a sorbet, so I could sleep peacefully. His father's son, his son has diarrhea while munching on sorbet. Cann't ban
It is said that northeast people eat sorbet to supplement calories in winter, why not eat hot pot? American girls run wildly in the street after eating milk sorbet, afraid of gaining weight. What do you think is the point?
I remember an old man who loved this product very much. Some people say that this old man is highly respected, while others say that he is old and worthless. As far as personality is concerned, I haven't seen him for many years. I still remember the image of him eating sorbet: when playing poker, he held up the sorbet without biting, just sucking it with his lips, making a sound, greedy and cute, like a calf sucking milk.
There is also a female colleague whose monthly salary is only 100 yuan because she is not officially on the staff. However, his face is beautiful and his figure is very emotional. I was entrusted to bring an ice cream to the street. When I parked the car and left, she leaned against the door frame, lowered her eyebrows, raised her eyes, and looked shy, especially entrusting me with a word: I want adzuki beans.
Don't say that. Don't say that. How old are you? You've been married for many years, and you still bring up these old things? My wife is the only one who is making it up. She didn't mention adzuki bean. She seems to like a pudding that costs 50 cents. My son, in the third grade, can read and has good taste. He likes purple grapes at 50 cents each. I only love "old popsicle", fifty cents. It's not the money, it's the taste, much like the apron that Aunt Bai sold in those days.