Ningbo people have said the New Year: "Pray to the old age, worship the mouth, sit on the melon seed tea, lard soup balls hot mouth." "Eating" is all that Chinese New Year's Day.
Kids love to eat.
But whenever the air blinks and makes the eyes a little new year' meaning, the child's mouth and pockets take the initiative to drum. In the twenty-third year of the Waxing Moon, the "Sacrificial Stove Fruit" takes the lead. The small year is not small, dust sweeping the floor, sacrificing the stove god to eat fruits and fruits... There are many people who move the crowd. We are only interested in the sacrificial stove fruit, and while we are busy, we carefully look at the fruits on the fruit plate to see how delicious they are. But the sacrificial stove fruit is like a scaffolding, empty in the plate. The fruit plate is lamp-shaped, large and small, the plate is shallow and thin in the middle, the bottom of the plate is weak, and the red velvet thread when the mother was married is tied to the thin foot.
Hands and feet are diligent and fast to "steal" several times, and the shelf built by the fruit and fruit is broken, and it is easy to collapse. There are many varieties of fruits and fruits, long and short square sweet and salty, sesame powdered sugar, eat first can solve the hunger for two years. My favorite is a kind of oblong, called "oil melon" in the book, and there are also called "oil dates", "oil pipe", "oil fruit", all because of its slender fried. The outside of the tubing was glued with layers of finely crushed sugar granules, sweet and sweet, and a bite was loud. At that time, the fried sweet and crispy ones were not usually enjoyed. Moreover, the old people said, "Sacrifice the fruit of the stove, and eat it obediently."
Peeking at the vesta god in the painting, chubby and smiling, drumming his cheeks and shy belly, if he really moved the sacrificial stove fruit in front of him, he offended the vesta god, walked at night and met ghosts, entered the puddle on a rainy day, and was hungry and struck by lightning... Not good to say.
Despite this, the children still can't convince themselves to follow the rules, and we risk "life risk", kneel down and worship, and look at the favorites - grasping, collecting, plugging, chewing, swallowing... Only when it was finished, the water grunted again. The sense of guilt caused by the disrespect for the king of the stove was vaguely in the heart, but the god of the stove was as kind as ever, stole and was encouraged, continued to look up, and sang and singed and invinciblely stole the fruit of the stove - could not stick to the mouth of the god of the stove to go to heaven to complain, count the things in the family, and could not queue up the children to steal the fruit of the stove.
Can be blatant, but the children still like to "steal", steal lard, steal pot scorch, steal meat... To eat more? Figure fresh? Or just for the pleasure of "stealing"? Ningbo people "steal fresh", probably from this. It was time for the New Year, and the small bad things were quickly forgotten by everyone because "the New Year's scolding cannot be beaten".
Eating sake and stuffed dumplings on the first day of the New Year is also an old custom. Sake brewing is also called pulp board, before the winter solstice has been prepared, the pulp board is the "living spirit" of the pulp plate round, sweet and sticky, boiled in water for a long time without rot.
When begging for money and setting off firecrackers to play with the embryos, a full burp came up, and it was all the taste of pulp plates. This reminds me of the pulp plate rounds I ate in the morning——
Still lying in bed. The northwest wind whistled, pouring in along the old wall, not opening the window to listen to the wind, and knowing that the leaf surface of the tree road had long accumulated a thick layer of frost. "On the first day of the first lunar month, get up positively. Whoever wants to be lazy, the year is not good. "Seeing that we were drilled in cotton wool and had no head, my mother lifted the curtain and went out, and not long after, a sweet fragrance burrowed into the bed- the glutinous rice flour. The fragrance of sugar osmanthus flowers? Drunk on the pulp board? The warmth of the powder? The beauty of egg flowers? Ah, it's a pulp plate round.
We got out of the bed, half-sat at the head of the bed, covered with cotton jackets caught by our mother, and took a large bowl of pulp board rounds "fine and fine", and small water droplets hung on our eyelashes...
A bowl of belly, driving away the cold. The children are like snakes, they have not yet chewed out the taste, and they have already gone down the bowl. Smash it, smash it, and what comes out of the tooth is a pulp plate. Sneaking to Zhenli to scoop a spoon to eat, it is cold, making people happy to stomp their feet. When I was seven or eight years old, I stole the pulp board and got drunk, it is said that I was lying on the floor of the hall and rolling, and I also screamed: Pulp board, still eat...
The rice cake soup on the pulp board is also delicious. As for the rice cakes, they are the "regulars" in the first month, soup, stir-fry, simmering, white boiled roasted, green vegetables pickles garlic fried sugar dipped in soy sauce warm, rice cake dumpling dumplings ... "Nian" is full of energy, want to make the child "year high". Strange, children can't get tired of eating. When Frolicking, there is also a handful of rice cake slices in the pocket, who let the "frozen rice fat breast" turn around the big and small villages before the child. The child's mouth can't stop.
The blessing of the "Year" is cherished until the fifteenth day of the first month. Once again, the children were seduced by the sound of cannons, lights, and the heat between the hearths, put on new coats, and went with their parents to visit relatives.
The mountain road is like a dragon, about to fly. One on the bicycle tripod, one on the back shelf of the dragon head, the mother on the back seat holding the small; relatives who are far away, simply pulled a hand-pulled cart, there were several people sitting on the car, and they went to another village to eat; some empty hands, the father's neck "Ma Langlang" rode one, the mother held the right hand on the left hand, the soles of the feet seemed to be equipped with "hot wheels", a group of people walked by, swinging half a day of dust and laughter... Fifteen "soup dumplings" awaited them; the "gluttony" that had been accumulated for a year was eager to move, and their eagerness for "reunion" overcame everything.
New Year's Greetings, just a joyous eating word. Why is the word "eat" to the right of a begging "begging"? It is related to the previous material poverty and lack of food. But usually no matter how tight they are, mothers can't bear to let their children look like a "beggar" in the first month, with their mouths open and runny noses and eyes to watch the heat of other people's homes.
Now life makes us eat nothing, but at the same time eat nothing fragrant. Another year of Spring Festival is coming, behind the lights of wanjia is the joy and steaming behind the closed doors. I think of that stutter again--in the old days, our coercion, poverty, narrow-mindedness, wandering... Many helpless people are gently melted and slowly soothed by this stutter at the New Year, and what falls on the stomach and in the years is the brilliance and gentleness of each other. Hopefully, now, too...
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