苦楝土街筒子不长,也只一百来米,两边盖满高低参差的房子,房子由土坯垒成,一家卖杂货的店子,一家铁匠铺,加上逢集才有的猪肉案,时而发出轰鸣声的粮食加工厂,和十来户散散落落的人家,就是它的全部了。逢集时热闹些,方圆十华里地的人都向这赶,买点针头线脑,称上斤儿八两肉,目标明确,露水般的集市,太阳当顶,自然而然散了。即便如此,吸引力还是大得无边,起个绝早,匆匆的去,又匆匆的回。肉要肥肥的,针要一根根的挑,线要一条条的理,遇上家有喜事的,还要扯上二尺红头绳,让大姑娘小媳妇高兴上一乘。闭集天,街筒子显得寂静,杂货店、铁匠铺无精打彩,撂棍打不到人的 Melon neat soil street cheese is not long, only one hundred meters, both sides covered with varying height of the house, the house from adobe base into a store selling groceries, a blacksmith shop, together with every episode of pork cases, sometimes The roar of food processing plants, and dozens of households scattered, is it all. Every time when the bustling set, the radius of the people who are here to catch up, buy a needle brain, weighing on the killer meat, a clear goal, dew-like market, the top of the sun, naturally dispersed. Even so, the appeal is still boundless, starting early, hurried to go back in a hurry. The meat to fat, needle to a root pick, the line to be a rule of management, meet a wedding event, but also to pull two feet red head rope, so that the little girl happy daughter on a ride. Closed set of days, street cheese seems quiet, grocery store, blacksmith shop listless, 撂 stick can not hit people