My Encounters with a Rural Young Woman: Aunt Xiaoyue - Chapter 112: The Taste of Creamy Ice Cream

My cousin started selling popsicles in his second year of junior high school, along with some creamy ice cream. The popsicles and creamy ice cream were packaged in a wooden box, with a thick cotton quilt inside (this cotton quilt helped prevent the popsicles and ice cream from melting). The box was placed on the back of his bicycle, and my cousin would ride his bicycle from village to village selling popsicles and creamy ice cream!
Summer vacation is the hottest time of the year, and schools are closed. In those days, no one had a refrigerator, and even convenience stores didn't sell popsicles or ice cream. There was only one cold drink processing factory in town. Some hardworking young men or uncles from the countryside would go to this factory to buy popsicles and ice cream wholesale and sell them in various villages. As a result, these uncles and young men selling popsicles on bicycles were especially popular with the kids. Some of the better-looking, clever, and eloquent young men even became the ideal men in the eyes of many young women in the countryside!
The midday sun is the strongest and the weather is the hottest, and that's when the most people buy popsicles and creamy ice cream. Therefore, selling popsicles by bicycle from village to village was no easy task. The scorching sun could sometimes make you faint. When thirsty, you could only drink a few sips of the plain water you carried. You couldn't bear to eat the popsicles in the wooden box, and creamy ice cream was out of the question. The muddy roads in the countryside were sometimes full of potholes, and you could easily slip and fall. Riding your bicycle between villages all day, your legs would ache and ache. Fortunately, this was a relatively popular profession in the countryside at that time. Some hospitable people would even invite you to their homes for drinks and meals. If the popsicle seller was a lecherous, sexually active man, he would inevitably get involved in many illicit affairs, such as groping, touching breasts, and pinching buttocks. Alas, selling popsicles was truly a physically demanding job! Popsicle! Popsicle! That was definitely a pretty icy popsicle!
When we heard the cries of "Pops, Cream Ice Cream!", we eight- or nine-year-old kids were absolutely thrilled. I remember popsicles cost five cents each, and cream ice cream cost twenty cents each. In the countryside back then, only wealthy families could afford cream ice cream. Zhang Xiaohai ate a lot of cream ice cream when he was little, making us drool with envy. For us kids from ordinary families, the best we could get was good grades or help our parents with farm work. If our parents were happy, they'd agree to buy us a cream ice cream. Wow, that would make us incredibly excited! Holding that snow-white cream ice cream in our hands was pure bliss! This creamy ice cream is milky white, and it looks a whole level better than a popsicle. If you lick it lightly with your tongue, you can definitely taste the cream. It's so delicious and satisfying to lick, and your mouth is full of milky white cream. And you usually don't want to wipe the cream off your mouth, so you leave it on to show off to other kids – look, I ate creamy ice cream today!
It takes about two hours to walk from Qililong Village to our village, and more than half an hour to ride a bicycle. The journey is quite long. However, people were more patient back then. There were many people walking on the road, and when they saw someone they knew, they would greet each other and ask, "Have you eaten yet?"
Looking back now, it's amazing that an eight or nine-year-old kid could walk for two hours without a single complaint. His patience and perseverance were truly remarkable. As the great writer Kafka said, "All of humanity's shortcomings and sins ultimately boil down to a lack of patience!"
My cousin doesn't usually play with firecrackers or cigarette packs, but for some reason, he has a hobby of collecting them. His house is filled with many different kinds of cigarette packs, most of which I'd never even seen before. Back then, it was quite impressive for an ordinary kid to have a pack of Zhonghua brand cigarette packs, but my cousin's collection included soft-pack, hard-pack, vertical, and horizontal packs. What surprised me even more was that he even had two packs of the "Emperor" of cigarette packs—the "Yellow Ginseng" brand. These precious "treasures" made me incredibly envious, and every time I visited, I would try to win him over by asking for a few packs. Later, my cousin... The year my cousin was in his final year of junior high, he gave me a huge surprise. He gave me all his cigarette packs from his collection! I was so excited I couldn't sleep for days. Later, I took the cigarette packs my cousin gave me home and showed them off to everyone in the village. All the kids in the village who loved collecting cigarette packs came to see what the legendary "Yellow Ginseng" cigarette packs looked like. My collection left them speechless for a long time. Later, many kids around ten years old from the neighboring village who had the same hobby also came to my house to join in the fun. Their first words were always, "Let us see what the 'Yellow Ginseng' looks like!" At that time, in the eyes of many kids, I was incredibly rich—absolutely rich!

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