一大早,老栓便挑着青菜担子去镇上了。寒风一阵一阵,刮得他脸颊生疼,他不自觉地缩了缩脖子。“早些回来呦!”身后响起老伴的声音。“晓得咧!”老栓头也没回地应了一声,又加快了步伐。正好是赶集的日子,两担青菜很快便卖完了。老栓按了按自己装满零钱的口袋,心想,去镇上逛一圈,这么些钱应该够了。老栓心里打着自己的小算盘,脚下也跟着快起来。他直奔一家服装店,上次他来这里已经是半个月前的事 In the early morning, the old bolts carried the greens to the town. The wind froze for a while, scraping his cheeks, and he unconsciously shrank his neck. “Return earlier!” The voice of his wife screamed behind him. “Yeah, you know!” The old tying head did not return to the ground, and it accelerated its pace. Just on the day of the fair, two green vegetables were quickly sold out. The old tying down pressed her pockets for change, thinking that going to the town to walk around should be enough. The old tying heart hits his own abacus, and his feet are quick to follow. He went straight to a clothing store. The last time he came here was half a month ago.