At that time, I was about teenagers and I still had something to say to my father. In the evening, we weeded in the cotton field. I don’t remember what I said before. When I was about to reach the ground, I asked him: What is your ideal?
He sank a little and said: Our ideal is to hope that our children will have a future. Of course I am not satisfied with his answer. I feel that he is still hiding his cover-up, not a distortion of his heart. But it is not necessarily a lie. Just in normal times, he also said, "We will be like this in our lives, it depends on you!" Children are capable and promising, and those who are fathers will definitely be proud, benefit from it, and enjoy happiness. The question is: has this been his ideal? Then what would he think when he had no children? When you are not married, do you think about "children promising"? I asked him about his "ideal" at that time, and it was obvious that he was asking him about his "ideal in his teens". He should restore himself to the same age as me and talk about it. But he didn't say it! As a result, we have fewer and fewer opportunities to communicate.
Then I guess, his ideal in his teens is probably to have a full meal.
In many of my father's memories, the most mentioned year number is "60s", and the biggest memory in 60s is "hungry". The old people said that at that time, there were no children playing around on the streets. They walked around the walls when they walked, and they didn't talk to each other, and their eyelids were so hungry that they couldn't lift them up. How could they have the strength to gossip? I was so hungry that people ate everything, including leaves and bark. Dry elm bark and grind it into powder. It is called " elm flour ". I go digging wild vegetables everywhere. The blind mother in Hei Sier's back street also followed people to the field to find wild vegetables to eat. She specializes in searching in corn stalks, and touches the dead grasshopper and stuffs it directly into her mouth and chews it. The people around were vomiting disgusting, but what else could they vomit in their stomachs? After retching for a while, he only spit out some yellow and green gallbladder.
At that time, the production team had a lot of grain harvests, and the warehouse was full of "red grain", sorghum , yam (we locally call sweet potatoes "yam".), and there were also some sticks (corn), wheat, etc. I heard that the country has to pay off its debts, so I took it to the superior department, but the villagers cannot eat it.
At that time, a saying was circulated: "In 1960s, I was a thief. Whoever didn't starve to death."
My father worked in the production team at a very young age. He was almost ten years old at that time. He learned two tricks to steal food. In October of the lunar calendar, the team went to dig radish . It was already winter at that time, and a shovel was dug down, and the radish was hung with ice stubble in the wet mud. Seeing that the captain was not paying attention, he reached out and inserted the radish with the ice mud into the waist of his pants. In this way, while working, stealing radishes, the waist will be filled with a circle when you finish work. My father said, "Where did you fear the cold at that time?" I just hoped that the captain would not see it, so he wrapped his cotton jacket tightly, kept covering the iced radish and returned home, secretly making a pot of radish rice .
Then it is the best place. At that time, wheat was a shortage of specialties. One acre of land was only 200 to 300 kilograms, and less than 2 kilograms of white flour were distributed throughout the year. When it was distributed to households, most people used it to exchange for stick noodles. They could exchange for more for less and eat more for a few days. When the wheat is received in the inner field, it is necessary to thaw the wheat, and pull the slime to roll the wheat shells off, and then the wheat straw is left to mix the wheat grains and the wheat shells together. The next step is to promote the market. There is a handful of wooden shingles that sway to the wind. When it fell to the ground, the light wheat husks were blown away by the wind as if it was snowing, and the heavy wheat husks fell straight down like rain.
手机 is a technical job, you have to be able to do it with your time. But my father watched secretly and learned secretly, and slowly he learned it. Because he knew there was another trick inside, which was very beneficial. When I was on the stage, I deliberately opened the collar of the top, loosened the waist of the trousers, and tied the legs of the trousers. In this way, the wheat grains are raised high and fall down again, falling straight into the neck of the robe, leaking along the neck to the waist, and falling straight into the legs of the trouser. I deliberately wore a pair of big shoes, and the wheat grains fell down and fell straight into the two shoe nests. It was dark and I finished work. I went home with my trousers and two legs and two shoe nests.When we got home, we closed the door. Grandma brought out a plate of small stone mills, grind the wheat grains into powder, and made noodles. The whole family made a meal of thin noodles, which was so delicious.
For a long time, the ideal of my father and their generation was: enough sticks, noodles, and a bowl of thin noodles soup. If you can live such a life, you will be content.
At that time, there were really days of eating and drinking. It's just digging the river. In those years, many people went to dig rivers in our area. I heard that I wanted to cure Haihe , and I signed up in the team, pulled the car and took my luggage, and went all the way east. It doesn’t cost money to eat on the Haihe River, but you still care about your fullness. It was a place where you could make great efforts and eat strong food, and many heroes appeared.
The big stinky thing in our village is such a hero. Others were two people in a dirt car, one was pushing from behind and the other was pulling from front. He pushed a truck full of dirt and went straight to the embankment. From the bottom of the river, he ran straight to the top of the embankment. The car full of earth was like a wind wheel in his hand. Big smell is also the most edible. You can eat "a chopstick" when eating big cakes. The food on the Haihe River is about to be improved, and white flour cakes are baked, and round cakes are piled up one by one in a large basket. The smell went over, and he took the chopsticks and inserted them from above. The chopsticks were inserted into Lao Shen. He could almost pass through seven or eight cakes. He poked up the chopsticks, picked up the cakes directly, turned around and left, found a stalk, and sat down and ate. After someone else finished eating a cake, he would eat seven or eight of them. He didn't worry about him, so he just rolled cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and put it in his mouth in three mouthfuls. One piece was finished, and the other piece was continued. In a blink of an eye, his "one chopstick" cake disappeared. Just by looking at his food, you can tell that he is so stinky that no one dares to compete with him in everything.
The other two people competed, and they ate to for the competition. You bowl by bowl, I bowl by bowl, I bowl by bowl, you bowl after bowl. Everyone has eaten more than ten bowls and is sitting there and unable to move. The foreman came and saw that someone was going to die. He quickly asked someone to carry the two into the puddle next to him and soak them in the water. Slowly, the food in the stomach continued to digest and did not swell the stomach sac.
At that time, people liked to make this bet at noon: Who can eat twenty eggs in one go? Don’t look at the small eggs, no one can eat twenty eggs in a row, and they will be overwhelmed even if they eat them!
is it? Some experts say that eggs are small, but they are the most solid. They can’t be eaten while cooking or stir-frying. If you really want to eat it, beat the eggs in hot water into strands and take them out and eat them like noodles. In this way, you can eat twenty eggs. Can you eat
? Will you be able to die if you eat it? Is the expert's idea feasible? No one has ever tried it. In those days, eating an egg was the supreme glory. How could anyone have thought of eating ten or twenty at once? This is really a strange mind, and it is just that I can’t afford it, so people are always imagining and even imagining a kind of "happy" disaster. Some people have always liked to talk about this gambling game, and they have always liked to listen to it. In my impression, they have been talking about it for more than ten years.
eggs, a rare thing in our house for a long time. In my impression, my grandfather had eaten salted egg , and my mother had drunk "Qin egg", which was to beat a raw egg into a bowl, rinse it with hot boiling water, and then drink it. According to her mother, she had a shortness of breath and often couldn't take care of her when she went to work in the morning. Even if she was so weak that she was trembling, she had other diseases. She was going to drink "Qin egg". Therefore, if a child cannot be jealous, it is not an egg at all, it is a medicine.
Mother is a proud, smart and capable person, and very beautiful. She is one of the few beautiful village flowers in the village. But why did you marry your father? According to my father's version: At that time, I drove a carriage across the street, and your grandfather was coming out of the alley and saying, "Ha! Whose guy is this? The whip is so loud!" So, he later formed a beautiful marriage. How credible is there? Maybe, you know, those who could drive a big carriage at that time were like those with one horse and two horse gangs, who passed through the street, were so majestic.It is roughly equivalent to driving an Audi rack now. Although it is not a car owner, being a driver is not something that ordinary people can do.
is not that simple according to mother's version. First of all, I was not lucky and was born in a rich peasant family. At that time, the poor family was glorious, and the rich peasant family was stinking to the wind. What's the use of being good at looking? What's the use of being smart and loving to study? What's the use of skipping the grade if you study well? What's the use of being able to sing, running fast, and being able to work? It’s not that people are looking down upon, they talk to others with a little bit less, as if they were stealing other people’s things and committing a great sin. In this case, what's the use of being arrogant or arrogant? In addition, my grandfather was good at talking and cheated her into the Liu family.
Of course she refused to say it directly, but some of the words she said later were vaguely brought out, and she seemed to have someone she liked. Of course, that person is much more handsome than his father, he is understanding and reasonable. But what's the use? I have seen photos of my parents when they got married, black and white, two inches wide, and just put up portraits of two people. My father was wearing a cotton hat and his eyes were quite proud. My mother had two braids and a few short bangs on her forehead. She looked a little aggrieved, her face was tense, as if she was tense of tears, and she tried hard to make a smile. ——I think that for a period of time, my father’s ideal should be to marry a good wife. Judging from his wedding photos, his ideal was perfectly realized.
