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The landlord | Collect | Report 2020-05-24 06:31   Hots: 176   Reply: 0

做个踏踏实实的卖锅人 不做甩锅人

崔老师随笔《卖锅》

柳林镇是远近闻名的集市,每个月农历的初二初七都是赶集的日子。


张大志在集上有个摊儿,地方不大,也就3平米,一个集交3块钱管理费。三十年前大志的生意火,都知道他是卖锅的,尤其是铁锅闻名,谁让他姑父是县里铁锅厂的厂长呢,他的锅出厂价比别人低,一口锅在集市上低2块钱就能带来一大批买家。


后来铁锅生意不好做了,他就经营五金工具,五十多岁的大志在十里八乡依旧有名,人们觉得大志讲信誉,只要卖出去的产品有问题,他都负责退换,绝没有二话。三十年前他做铁锅的时候剩了几个锅,一直在西屋里堆放着,不过大志爱惜这批锅,这么多年还珍藏着不肯卖废铁,用他的话,生活这么好,不需要砸锅卖铁!


上周日,集上来了一位顾客,一路问张大志的摊位在哪里。他找到了张大志,盯着他看。大志也觉得面前这个人有点儿面熟,就是想不起来他是谁。“买点儿啥?”大志问。


“还有铁锅吗?我记得你早些年卖铁锅。”


“这都哪个年代了啊?早不卖了!”


“你不记得我了?我是二蛋!隔壁李村的,我们小时候小河里一起狗泡你输给过我!”


“二蛋?!”张大志快速回忆着,可不,二蛋眉毛尖儿上有颗痣,是他!

各点了一只烟,俩人坐在马路牙子上聊。



“找铁锅干嘛?”


“我大学毕业就去广州工作了,中间隔三差五回家。我妈病了,估计日子不多了。这次回来,她啥也不想吃,就想吃铁锅做的咸食,我去超市里买了平底锅给她做,她总说不是那个味道。但你说哪里去买几十年前的铁锅啊?我就想到了你,来碰碰运气。”


张大志使劲儿抽了一口烟说,别说,你还找对人了,家里还有几口老铁锅,我给你收拾收拾,明天给你送家里。


第二天,一口平底铁锅送到了二蛋家,几十年的铁锅让大志这么仔细做了开锅处理后,恍惚回到了三十年前。


一周后,二蛋的母亲走了。电话里,二蛋对大志说,他的心愿实现了,给母亲做了她最爱吃的咸食,用的房前那棵老花椒树上的嫩叶,母亲说,是那个老味道。


那口锅也被二蛋带走了,去了广州,他对大志说,那铁锅是念想,他会一直用。

Teacher Cui's essay selling pot

Liulin town is a well-known market in the near and far. Every month, the second day of the first lunar month and the seventh day of the first lunar month are the days of market.

Zhang Dazhi has a stall on the collection. It's not a big place. It's only 3 square meters. Each collection pays 3 yuan for management fee. Three decades ago, the business of Dazhi was very hot. It was known that he was a pot seller, especially the famous iron pot. Who let his uncle be the factory director of the iron pot factory in the county? The factory price of his pot was lower than that of others. If one pot was 2 yuan lower in the market, it would bring a large number of buyers.

Later, when the iron pot business was not easy to do, he managed hardware tools. In his fifties, Dazhi was still famous in eight townships. People thought that Dazhi spoke of credibility. As long as there was a problem with the products sold, he was responsible for the return and exchange, and never spoke twice. Thirty years ago, when he made the iron pot, there were several pots left, which had been piled up in Westinghouse. However, he was determined to cherish these pots. For so many years, he still treasured his refusal to sell scrap iron. In his words, life was so good that he didn't need to smash pots and sell iron!

Last Sunday, a customer gathered and asked Zhang Dazhi where his stall was. He found Zhang Dazhi and stared at him. Da Zhi also thinks that the person in front of him is a little familiar, but he can't remember who he is. "What can I do for you?" Asked ambition.

"Is there any iron pot? I remember you selling iron pots earlier. "

"What time is it? It's long gone! "

"You don't remember me? I'm a dick! Next door to Li village, when we were little, you lost to me when we were dogs in the river! "

"Two eggs?!" Zhang Dazhi quickly recalled, no, there is a mole on the tip of Er'an eyebrow, it's him!

Each lit a cigarette and the two sat on the curb talking.

"What are you doing with the iron pot?"

"When I graduated from University, I went to work in Guangzhou. I went home every other day. My mother is ill. I don't think there will be many days left. This time back, she didn't want to eat anything. She wanted to eat salty food made by iron pot. I went to the supermarket and bought a pan to make it for her. She always said it wasn't that taste. But where do you say to buy the iron pot of decades ago? I think of you and try my luck. "

Zhang Dazhi smoked a cigarette and said, "don't say, you've got the right old fellow. There are several old iron pots in the house. I'll clear up for you and send you home tomorrow.

The next day, a flat iron pot was sent to the second egg's house. After decades of cooking, Dazhi went back to 30 years ago.

A week later, his mother left. On the phone, Erdan said to Dazhi that his wish had come true, and he made her favorite salty food, the tender leaves on the old pepper tree in front of the house. The mother said it was the old taste.

The pot was also taken away by Er Dan. When he went to Guangzhou, he told Da Zhi that the iron pot was for thinking and he would use it all the time.