? I don't know how old I was when I first remembered my grandmother's family. I only vaguely remember that my grandmother was going to take me back from my grandmother's house. I don't want to. When I was carried to the village pit, I scratched my grandmother's face with my hand, and her grandmother came to me from the door. There is also an early fragment. I only remember a lot of people, and I can't tell whether it is a wedding banquet or a full moon wine.
I remember living in my grandmother's house for a while when I was very young, and then my sister lived in my grandmother's house for several years. In the early 1990s, the rural areas were still poor, but they had already eaten white masks. Neighbors often threaten my sister to take the steamed bread from grandma's kitchen fire. My sister is afraid of others taking it, so she is nicknamed Li Xiaojian by her neighbors.
However, my grandmother is a generous person, and what she eats at home has always been generous to everyone. Sometimes there is nothing to eat, so we just pick two green peppers and chop them up to eat. We also ate steamed bread. Later, I tried to do that myself, but I couldn't find the original taste anymore.
Grandma's specialty is making spaghetti, which is my favorite. At that time, there was a small red stone mill. Grandma will find some peanuts, then scoop a spoonful of water and add a few peanuts into a stone mill to grind them into slurry, then grind them into a pot of powder slurry and pour them into a big pot on the stove to start cooking. We should boil the pot quickly. Grandma rolled the dough on the chopping board, first rolled a piece of dough into a circle, then folded it in half a few times, picked up a kitchen knife and wiped and cut a handmade noodles on the chopping board. After the meal was finished, Yaru, Xu Ying and I scrambled to eat more than anyone else. I remember eating six small bowls at most and then going to the toilet in the afternoon.
Grandma is willing to put a little grinding oil in cooking. After cooking, she picked up the oil bottle and poured it into the pot. Then she will lift the oil bottle and put it on her mouth to prevent the oil from sticking to the outside of the bottle. Every time the old man who sells oil knocks on the board, grandma goes to buy an oil pan by hand. The old man who sold oil picked a bucket of oil, put it into the bucket with an oval spoon with a round hole, took it out again, and then saw the fine sesame oil pour into the oil pan.
At that time, a group of vegetables were all planted together. There was a big vegetable garden opposite the entrance of the village primary school, and vegetables were indispensable. Sweet branches were planted in that field. After harvest, put it in the cellar and eat it until winter. I loved eating when I was a child, and I could eat until my mouth foamed. When it's cold, grandma will scrape off the whole skin, cut it into small pieces and put it in a pot for us to eat. Later, when I grew up, sugar cane gradually occupied most of the market, and I rarely saw sweet stalks, but I always thought that the festival of sugar cane was too short, and sweet stalks were still very enjoyable to eat.
Later, when the land was divided, my grandparents planted vegetables in the yard. I live in the street, and my mother also circled a large piece of land behind the house to grow vegetables. Basically, you can't finish all the dishes in one year, and you have to choose some for your neighbors. However, when grandma's family is short of food occasionally, grandma will give full play to her creativity and create dark dishes. What impressed me the most was that she chopped up the instant noodles and mixed them with a little leek wrapped in jiaozi, which was actually quite delicious.
There are many kinds of vegetables in the garden, such as leeks, beans, water spinach, Chinese cabbage, pumpkins, loofahs and gourds. I like eating loofah very much, but I heard that eating loofah will make my teeth grow crooked. I wonder if I ate too much when I was a child. One year, I got some pumpkin seeds from my grandmother. When I got home in the street, I scattered them in the small flower bed on the south side of the kitchen. I am very happy to look after them every day. Later, the walls were covered with vines of pumpkins, and small melons were covered with branches. One day, when I came home from school, I found many gourds stolen by other children. I am very distressed. In autumn, I finally collected four or five gourds, dried them and turned yellow, took out the seeds inside, put some water in them, and learned to make a wine gourd like Jigong. After a few moves, the gourd was gone.
Next to the vegetable garden is a cowshed, where my grandfather's baby cows are kept. One year, my uncle came back, and in the afternoon, we ate the rest of the spaghetti together. Cold pasta is also super delicious. Grandma brought us some garlic to eat. It's good for you to praise garlic. It's big and full. Grandma proudly said in the kitchen fire, yes, I spilled it with cow urine every day. Then we smiled at each other and silently put down the garlic in our hands.
Grandma has many fruit trees, such as persimmons, pears, jujube trees, apricot trees and locust trees. At that time, everyone was poor, but they really ate a lot. In spring, when the tree is full of Sophora japonica, grandma will pick it, tie a stick to it with a bamboo pole, pull it hard, and tear it off with twigs. White Sophora japonica is wrapped in flour and steamed to eat, which is very fragrant. In September, jujube trees are covered with dates. There are several big jujube trees in grandma's house. Spread a piece of cloth on the ground and hit it hard with a bamboo pole, and the dates will fall. Persimmons mature late and are hard when they are just picked. Grandma will put them in a box and feel bored. In a few days, persimmons will become red, soft and sweet.
I lived in grandma's village until high school. My home is in the street, and my grandmother's home is in the village west of the street. Every time I want to go to my grandmother's house, my mother says to go to the west. When I come back, I will tell my grandmother that I have returned to the East. I was late for school. At first, I attended preschool for half a year in the primary school in Grandma Village. After school, I ran to grandma's house. At that time, grandma's house had not yet built a gatehouse, and the courtyard door was a wooden door. The door is locked with a door panel, and there is a platform made of cement floor behind the door, on which I crouch to do my homework. At that time, my parents had not settled in the street, and I lived in my grandmother's house. One afternoon, after dinner, grandma took a lunch break and told me not to run around. When you are idle and bored, you use a kitchen knife to chop wood and make a fire. I accidentally cut my left index finger, but I felt a heat flow from my finger. I don't feel any pain. I didn't dare to say anything, so I held my index finger with my hand. Later, grandma woke up, found two scrapers on the edge of the matchbox and stuck them on me, and found a piece of cloth to wrap my fingers. I didn't feel it until then.
When I was in primary school, I went to the new experimental primary school on the street, but I still often went to my grandmother's house and went out with her to herd sheep. When my grandmother was talking to the villagers on the roadside, I was pulling the rope leading the sheep. At that time, I was still young, not much taller than that female goat. As soon as someone coaxed the sheep out, I was dragged away by the sheep Later, my uncle bought a tricycle for grandma to ride, and we all rushed to ride it. When grandma comes back from my house, I will come and ride, and grandma and them will walk back. At that time, there were no cement roads, and the roads in the village were all inclined. Once I rode directly into a pit on the side of the road, but I still rode it often. When I learned to ride a bike later, I basically rode it two or three times. It can be seen that I rode a tricycle a lot at that time and practiced it in advance.
I don't remember how old I am. My second uncle was admitted to the university, which is a very glorious thing in the village. I also showed a movie specially, but I can't remember what it was about. When I heard where the film was going to be shown, several people from the village came to see it, which was very lively. There are some books in the cupboard in grandma's main house. Grandma said it was all my uncle's, so I turned it out. There is also a story book, thick and full of fairy tales. I like it very much. Later, I couldn't find it, and I couldn't remember the title. After I went to college, I remembered that book again. I tried to find it in the library, but I couldn't find the same one. When I was a child, I didn't read extracurricular books. All the students who bought extracurricular books went home to read them. It was not until the third grade that they bought a study reference book in the county for the first time.
When I was a child, my favorite festival was busy wheat festival. At that time, uncle and they all came back. Adults cut wheat, grind wheat, raise fields and pile straw. We rolled around in the wheat fields, jumped around to hide and seek, and walked barefoot on the dried wheat grains. Grandma will take some brewed beer, preserved eggs and instant noodles to the wheat field. After work, everyone will hide in the shade to drink beer and eat preserved eggs, which is quite enjoyable. At that time, I still had a small sickle, and grandma would take me to mow the grass. I am very excited to use it. I love my job and am not afraid of being tired, but I have never done any manual work since I was a child.
1997, my uncle invited us to spend the New Year in Shenzhen. My family of four followed my grandmother to Shenzhen. This is my first time to travel far away, and it is also my grandmother's first time to go to Shenzhen. That year was the most unforgettable year of my childhood, and I took many photos. Later, we occasionally looked at the photos at that time, which was the youngest appearance of my grandmother in my memory.
After entering middle school, I studied by myself in the morning and evening, and went to my grandmother's house less often. My grandmother went to Shenzhen many times later and spent less and less time together. The last time I lived with my grandmother for a long time was the summer vacation after my college entrance examination. I lived in the county town when I was in high school, and I went to my grandmother's house for a while in the summer vacation. I was lazy at that time, so I stopped studying in the morning. Every morning, grandma wakes me and Xu Ying after cooking. In the afternoon, my grandmother and I went to the front Woods to chat with the villagers. At that time, the sun was just right, and the shadows were scattered through the dense forest. The breeze is cool and the leaves rustle. Grandma chatted with people, and I listened quietly. Time seems to freeze there, full of peace.
Time flies, grandma has been away for five years. After grandma was buried, Xu Ying and I slept in the hall where grandma's coffin was placed, which was the last place closest to grandma. Later, I talked about this with my colleagues and friends, and some asked me if I was not afraid to lie there at night. I said I wasn't afraid at all, and I even thought it would be nice to dream about my grandmother in my dream that night. How could I be afraid? My grandmother was so kind to me before her death that she would protect us lovingly in that world.
I saw an animated film called Journey to the Dream Ring before, and I thought of my grandmother at first sight. It says that a person will die three times in his life. For the first time, when his heart stopped beating, he was declared dead biologically. The second time, relatives and friends attended the funeral and were declared dead from the social level; The third time is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you, then you are really dead and the whole universe will no longer be related to you. The past cannot be traced, but the past can still be remembered. As long as we remember, grandma will live in our hearts forever. The title of parenting is hard to report, but rest in peace, it's still delicious!