如今,在城市街头做买卖的,大概只有一个行业是不用吆喝的,那就是卖烤红薯的。他是我的一位陕西商州老乡,已经年过不惑,在西安街头卖红薯。他腰里系着一块沾满黑灰的围裙,鼻尖和脸颊也常常沾着黑灰,那模样就像他烤出的红薯一样。守着用汽油桶制作成的同样朴实的大烤炉,把那柳条筐里早已洗干净的红薯,小心翼翼地一个一个塞进炉膛。等烤熟了,再小心翼翼一个一个地摸出来,放在炉口周围焐着。 Now, in the streets of the city to do business, probably only one industry is not shouting, that is, selling roasted sweet potatoes. He is one of my fellow Shangzhou, Shaanxi Province, has been overconfident, selling sweet potatoes in Xi’an street. He was wearing a gray apron with a gray apron on his waist, his nose and cheeks often covered with black and gray, and it looked like the sweet potato he had baked. Guarding the same simple, large oven made with a barrel of gasoline, carefully plugs the sweet potatoes that were already washed in the wicker baskets into the hearth one by one. Cooked and so on, and then carefully one by one touch out, on the mouth around the mouth.