Rendanhu is not the kind of little beard that Japanese men often like to grow, but a nickname for a person.
His surname is Hu, so people call him Hu. He still agreed and said, "Hey, I'm coming, I'm coming. How much do you want? "
My father opened a small shop, selling north and south groceries, tobacco and alcohol to make a living. The layout of the store is not the Xianheng Hotel described by Mr. Lu Xun at all, but a table is placed next to the container for people who come to the store for temporary drinking. Ren often comes to drink, and I meet him at the dinner table. At that time, I was very young, just went to school and just arrived at the table.
"Hu" asked for wine and began to sell it. In the early 1950s, Ren Dan was a rare heatstroke prevention drug in rural areas, which was convenient, practical and cheap. People who smoke, bury one in the cigarette, the taste of the cigarette is actually different. Cool, refreshing, and of course comfortable. I haven't tried. I can see it.
"Hu" is carrying a big bag, which contains several big bottles. There is a special wooden spoon with ten holes, and each hole is just filled with a Ren Dan, so it is very convenient to count when buying and selling. People in the village don't buy and sell much. They are all counting one by one. They buy some to keep, and when they farm in summer, they can prevent heatstroke and eliminate the foul smell in the field.
"Ren Danhu" answered his father while counting Ren Dan. I don't know what they said. "Hu" has traveled all over the country, maybe it is current news, maybe it is rain and dew, or it is a neighborhood dispute. In short, there is no end, and sometimes laughter breaks out. Between talking about and selling Ren Dan, he took a sip of his wine. The food is not special. Sometimes it's smoked rabbit heads sold next door. It was fifty cents at that time. Sometimes it's peanuts or beans, just like Kong Yiji's fennel beans.
One day, when anyone came in and sat down, he took something out of his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Taste it, taste it!" " I'm a little overwhelmed, just staring. He put the bag on the table, conveniently tore off the skin of the thing, revealing the white and soft inner core, and said, "Eat!" " "I took it hesitantly and took a small bite, soft and sweet." "Ren Hu Dan turned and said to his father," This is a banana, which is made in the south, but it is rare! "The banana I ate for the first time in my life was given to me. He said he kept it specially for the little girl who was studying in a small shop to taste.
"Rendan Lake" has no home. He is comfortable everywhere. At that time, people who sold Ren Dan, like practitioners and vendors, were all individuals, relying on their mouths and legs. "Dan Hu" fully meets these two conditions, but it seems that it is still difficult to change fate. Soon, "public-private partnership" reached its climax, my father's shop became socialism, and "Rendan Lake" disappeared.
I asked my father, who vaguely said that he was ill and could not go out.
In a blink of an eye, the little girl who ate bananas around the table was over sixty years old. Granddaughter likes bananas, and I always think of "Rendan Lake" at this time. He was industrious and poor all his life. A good life in a few days should be enough.