I don’t produce buckwheat noodles in my hometown. It’s not that I can’t grow it, but that no one eats it. When the people in the village enter the city, they will probably eat a bowl of buckwheat noodles, because they don’t grow it themselves and are hungry for this bowl. Contradictory? Not contradictory. People always ignore what they have and flock to what they don’t have. What's more, when the villagers enter the city, they don't spend some money to reward their stomachs, and it feels like a waste of time.
The villagers in the past rarely entered the city. They had to save up enough things and couldn't hold their thoughts anymore before they left. The county town is not far from my hometown, and it is not easy to walk on the road. It takes an hour to take a village bus, ride a bicycle for two or three hours, and you have to procrastinate for a while when driving a mule cart. In no special circumstances, most villagers ride bicycles. It costs money to take a bus. It is not that the elderly and children are not flexible in their legs and feet. They usually sell beets and to sugar factories, and sometimes they also sell some local products because animal carts have to take care of living creatures and don’t drive easily.
Who in the village wants to go to the city, besides seeing a doctor, there are more than a few things to do at home. When the neighbors knew about it, most of them would ask them to help bring some things, cook seasonings, sugar, and farm tools, but there were no large items, they were all fragments. If you have a good memory, remember it firmly in your mind, and arrange your route to the city by the way: go to the farmers' market first, then to the supply and marketing cooperative, and finally to the farm tool store. Buy the small ones first, and buy the large ones before you come back. I have a bad memory, so I took off a piece of cigarette paper from the official hall cigarette and the welcome cigarette, rummaged through the drawer and found a pencil tip, and wrote it on it one by one. After entering the city, I followed the map and couldn't leave any piece.
Most rural bicycles at that time had to weld two baskets on both sides of the back shelf, which was convenient and much more convenient to load things. When entering the city, two baskets were filled with buckwheat noodles, potatoes, sesame oil for relatives and friends in the city. It was unbiased and one serving for each family. When I returned to the village, I bought two baskets of things for the villagers and gifts from relatives and friends. Sometimes I couldn’t hold them in the basket, and I had to hang a few net bags on the handlebars.
People who ride bicycles into the city are happy when they go, and the farmers are simple. They always feel happy to give things to others. When they come back, they help others and have the face given back by relatives and friends, they are happier.
There are not many buckwheat noodles in the city, and I only know two: there is one near the farmers' market outside the north gate, and one next to the horse bridge outside the east gate. Most villagers in my hometown eat at this restaurant outside the north gate. It happened to be on the way to the city, which is part of the county town, and it is not a prosperous area. It is convenient to park a mule cart, and bicycles are not a problem.
This buckwheat noodles and stewed restaurant has no name, or the name is "buckwheat noodles and stewed". It is not a restaurant, it is an iron shed. It is good for trading, and a woven tent is set up to the iron shed, as if it is holding a woven bag in hand, with red, blue and white stripes eye-catching. This buckwheat noodles restaurant has not existed for a long time. My uncle and I have eaten it here twice, so we were very impressed.
The boss of the buckwheat noodles and sautum is a couple. They should be in their forties. The wrinkles carved with knives on their faces show that their family members were born. Like all couples’ restaurants, men cook and women greet guests. There are no hot dishes in the noodle restaurant, only cold dishes and noodles, and wine is also sold. If you are really not used to drinking cold dishes and want a hot dish, you can also stir-fry three dishes: , spicy and sour potato shredded , vinegar and cabbage, and leeks and eggs. The taste is really average.
The cold dishes in his house tasted great, and even the free pickled vegetables on the plate would never be confused. Fresh sesame oil fried chili, snow-white fine sugar, sesame sesame oil, and juice from the unique seasonings. You don’t want cold dishes, but you have to have a plate of pickles after eating them. You don’t want to drink alcohol, so you have to have a cup of them anyway. The wine is sold in a sip of wine, and the liquor is 50 cents bottles of wine and 80 cents. You can choose. When pouring it, the wine is rising and you can't lift it up. First, bend down and take a sip.
buckwheat noodles are all freshly pressed. The crust is mounted on a large pot. The dark yellow wood is no different from many farmers' homes. Years of use have given them a bronze brilliance. Someone asked for noodles, and the boss agreed to put the noodles and bake them. The noodles were baked into a boiling pot, and it became cooked in a short while. Bamboo woven liberal is taken into a bowl of sea, and a spoonful of hot soup and a spoonful of toppings are brought to the guests.
His toppings are two types of meat and vegetables. Vegetarian toppings are yellow flowers black fungus egg braised, and meat is diced meat eggplant. The diced meat can be seen, the eggplant is soft and rotten, and some customers who are short of money and have good wine can hold a small plate of free pickles, and just put the topping to drink two cups.
is limited to the noodle grinding technology at that time. The buckwheat noodles look lubricated, but in fact it tastes a little astringent. The merchants like this rough texture, and the rubbing between the lips and teeth can better stimulate the taste. If the city people come to eat it, they may think that the braised here is too salty, and the farmers who are suffering from bitterness will feel that it is just right. Strangely, farmers live a hard life and their favorite foods are rough. Buckwheat noodles and buckwheat noodles are all very delicious and not just for fine grains. Perhaps, just as children often say that negative and negative are positive, bitterness and bitterness are sweet.
Buckwheat Noodle Baking Museum is well versed in the character of farmers, and many things are given free titles. Place a large basin of minced coriander and chopped green onion each, and grab it at will, and add the noodle soup. Meals with soup and noodles are the most popular, and the characteristics of buckwheat noodles themselves are fully demonstrated. I ate a bowl of buckwheat noodles and rode a bicycle to carry goods for dozens of miles. I was sweating profusely and I was not hungry in my stomach. No wonder the villagers who entered the city wanted to eat a bowl.
A bowl of buckwheat noodles can be considered as eating the city’s meals and going to the restaurants in the city to remuneration for their hard life, and their spiritual enjoyment is greater than the taste of buckwheat noodles. Nowadays, buckwheat noodles have become a "healthy food", and their status in the city is not low, and more and more people are eating it. Unfortunately, the current buckwheat noodles are no longer thick and soft, and are less rough. There is no way, life is getting better, and the buckwheat noodles must be changed.
