This is a season of green and yellow. There are few families with enough food in the village. As long as I can remember, I left/kloc-0 in the early 1980 s. In this village, the famine about food seems to have never stopped. Supposedly, if there were more laborers at home, they would be able to share more food and live a better life, but it was an indisputable fact that there was a general shortage of food in the rural areas of southern Shandong at that time.
After his father died, the eldest brother was the oldest, only sixteen years old in nominal age. He was not a real worker and could not earn a full-time job. There are seven people in a family, and only one mother works hard. In the end, when the team distributes food, it is always much less than other people's homes, but the mouth for eating is getting bigger every day, not shrinking. So, at that time, I always felt the oppression of famine. Before the new grain came down, the food distributed to them had already been eaten up. There is no way but to eat things. There is always not enough to eat, and some people complain that my mother can't live, saying that the whole family will eat whole wheat pancakes as soon as the wheat comes, and they don't know what to mix with sweet potatoes and don't know how to cherish them. It will always be a year's food, but they will finish it in half a year. In the days of hunger, I must be one of those people who bury my resentment against my mother.
In fact, now that I think about it, what can my mother do? There are six mouths under the nose. When you open your eyes, you have to eat. She can only eat the last meal before thinking about the next one. Waiting late will make my mother's life even more sad. Most of the food bought from the supply and marketing cooperatives as resale food and relief food is half a bag of dried sweet potatoes, and the pitiful corn should be eaten as flour and rice. When there is nothing to eat, my mother grinds the sweet potato seedlings that others feed to pigs into "bran", mixes a small amount of sweet potato and corn flour and spreads them into pancakes to eat. Sometimes there is nothing but "chaff", and the family eats pickles in full swing. No one said it was hard to swallow. My mother always comforted everyone and said it was "golden cake" or something. I guess the "gold" my mother refers to is probably the corn kernels that appear on the "bran cake" from time to time. But at that time, these golden corn kernels were really more precious than gold in my hungry eyes. There is not a mother who doesn't want her children to have enough to eat. But mother always wants to control us to eat less and drink more soup. Because "bran" is eaten too much, it is difficult to defecate, and sometimes it hurts the body.
At that time, I knew from textbooks that the poor families in the old society lived by eating bran-swallowed vegetables, but when I came home to eat bran-swallowed vegetables, there was no bite for me. Young me, I can't understand what the real "poverty" means. In the face of such a hungry home, I am helpless, desperate and helpless. I blame the root of all this pain on my father's premature departure. In the years to come, I will also comfort myself in my heart: you are different from others, you are a man without a father! So you have to bear and bear everything that others can't bear and bear
Everything is because of the arrival of spring. When the willows germinate, the white sheep on the poplar trees are almost blowing in the wind. Next, you can roll down the long ears, scald them with boiling water, and then add salt. If there are broken soybeans, make a pot of "slag tofu" that Lunan people used to call, wrap it in pancakes and forget to burn your mouth. Nature is a delicious scenery. The problem is that if you eat this for a few days, or even ten days, your stomach will turn green.
Poplar ears should not be eaten too much, and there is nothing you can do if you eat too much. Because in a few days, a wind or spring rain will blow these "ears" swaying on the branches of poplar trees all over the ground, and you can't eat them if you want.
In a few days, it will be April. In front of the house and behind the house, on the pagoda tree on the cliff, one tree is more spectacular than the other, just like Chun Xue, which is covered with branches, dancing with the wind. The blooming season of Sophora japonica is really spectacular! I sometimes think that spring in rural Hu Aixiang is really a fantastic season if it is not for filling the stomach. As soon as you take off your heavy winter cotton-padded jacket and gently express your waist, Sophora japonica, which is inseparable between your eyebrows and eyes, comes to you.
Sophora japonica is sweet, and almost no auxiliary materials are needed. Stir-fry with a spoonful of soybean oil and salt, and put some red peppers on it. Isn't that delicious? Unfortunately, hungry people don't have such a mind. They just go home from a stroke in a basket, paste them into sweet potato paste to make cakes, or dry them in boiling water for a rainy day. Holding Sophora japonica sweet potato cake in hand, squatting on the threshold of your home or neighbor's house, munching on dried onion or pickles, the whole alley is filled with the smell of Sophora japonica and sweet potato cake My Sweetie.
In the spring in southern Shandong, when it comes to the delicacy on the treetops, it is the Toona sinensis bud. Toona sinensis is not a noble tree species in rural areas, but every spring, the new buds at the top of the tree often become delicious in rural areas because of their simple aroma. As soon as the tender buds arched out of the branches, they were caught by the eager villagers. As soon as the boiling water is hot, mix it with garlic and vinegar. If you drop a few drops of sesame oil, they will drool. However, this is almost the ideal of people in famine. Many times, people don't care so much, just fill their stomachs and fill their hunger with food.
But now another way to eat Toona sinensis buds is quite popular, and that is "Toona sinensis buds fried eggs". At that time, most people couldn't bear to eat like this and couldn't afford it. The eggs laid by hens at home are all replaced with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Who wants to fry the eggs and eat them themselves unless there are guests at home? What needs to be said is that the "Toona sinensis omelet" in the hotel now uses the "Toona sinensis bud" of canned cakes, which is industrially produced in the greenhouse, not in our country yard. Which one needs to climb the tree to pick the Toona sinensis bud? So the taste is hard to say. Previous Page 12 Next Page
In a few days, the buds on the Toona sinensis tree are no longer fresh and tender, and slowly grow into swollen leaves, swaying in the wind and sun. At this time, almost every household will pick these old Toona sinensis buds, wash them and dry them, sprinkle large salt particles in the porcelain jar, rub them hard layer by layer, and then put them in the jar for pickling and covering tightly. It won't be long before they can be eaten as pickles. Some people will eat it for a whole year until next spring. Pickled Toona sinensis buds, because they do not deteriorate for a long time, keep the fresh and fragrant taste of Toona sinensis for a long time, and become a necessary pickle for almost every family in southern Shandong.
In those years when I was a soldier in Xinjiang, every time a comrade-in-arms came back to his house as a guest, my mother always asked them to bring me a pack of Toona sinensis buds and pancakes pickled by myself. It's a long way, and the pancakes often go bad, but every time I open the bag of Toona sinensis buds, I suddenly see my mother hunched over, holding a porcelain basin in one hand and a lot of salt in the other, rubbing hard on those Toona sinensis leaves under the light of a bean.
When did I finish the last bunch of Toona sinensis buds sent by my mother? Now, I know that my mother has gone away with those spring days in famine.
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