The second part of "Zhizhen Says" | a sip of wine, which made Niu Lanzhi's throat brighten

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Chapter II The Kashikawa Universal Convention

A sip of wine made her throat light up

Yuan Datou of Zhizhen is a bald head with a big beard, named Zhenxi, the word Dongwang, and the number Xiangyuan. Datou Zushang moved from Changzhi, Shanxi. Yuan's opened an antique shop, and he has been here for three generations, and Yuan Datou can also draw two strokes. He had a towel of no apparent color on his shoulder, and the color of red, blue, and yellow on his hands. There was a pot of Junzi orchid in the shop, but the soil in the pot was dry and cracked. Junzilan had a mop on the edge, and the mop was also dry like a pile of rotten grass. Niu Lanzhi compared Yuan Datou with his art teacher Yang Ihong, and felt that Yuan Datou was more like a brick kiln.

Niu Erxiu said this about Huanhe singing a big drama, and Yuan Datou's head shook like a rattle, "Huh? Well? No way! Got the girl to come over. The more urgent he said, the faster his head shook, Niu Erxiu had to turn back, pull his daughter to the antique shop, and tell Yuan Datou the general plot of the drama "Put Down Your Whip". After Yuan Datou listened, garlic nose stomped and said, "Girl, sing a paragraph and listen to it." ”

Niu Lanzhi lowered his head and rubbed his hands, embarrassed to open his mouth.

"I'm sorry to open my mouth, how do I draw?"

"Uncle Yuan, you should measure the painting."

"Compared to the painting, the painting can not be drawn."

"But I can't sing with you two big living people."

"You're just the two of us on stakes."

"If not, you are all gasping for breath."

In a word, Yuan Datou and Niu Erxiu laughed.

Yuan Datou stood up, staggered back and forth in the studio, grabbed the wine gourd from the easel, and pulled the wine gourd plug open:

"Come, bite a little bigger."

Niu Lanzhi took the wine gourd and said, "Uncle, I can't drink it." ”

"For the sake of acting, you have to go out!"

Dad smiled at her, "Try." ”

Niu Lanzhi looked up nervously, and drank three mouthfuls of wine gourd", full of tears gushing out. She opened her mouth, and Yuan Datou's arm tilted outward: "Sing! Sing! ”

Niu Lanzhi felt hot all over her body, like a smoking fire rod poking in her throat, spitting out and spitting out, arching her neck, holding her chest, tears rolling out again, she sang:

The sorghum leaves are green and green,

Japanese soldiers who come on September 18

First occupied the powder magazine, and then occupied the north camp,

Killing people and setting fires is really fierce,

Hundreds of thousands of Chinese troops,

Respectfully gave up Shenyang City!

Niu Lanzhi cried and sang, and Yuan Datou buried his head in the pen, and there was also a wine gourd on the table, taking a sip from time to time. When she finished singing, the painting was almost finished. It shows an old man in a felt hat holding up a whip to beat a braided girl. The girl knelt, two lines of tears dripping down, and the tears were like two bunches of grapes dragged down from the branches.

Yuan Datou touched the doorway and drew four pictures in a row. When Niu Lanzhi looked at it, Yuan Datou was drawing according to her. Niu Erxiu suddenly realized, Yuan Datou, you are really a big head!

Niu Erxiu took out a piece of "Yuan Datou" and gave it to Yuan Datou. Yuan Datou's wine gourd pointed to his mouth, "Grunting" a mouthful: "Look down on me? Am I not Chinese?! This is in the town of Wezhi! ”

The wine gourd stretched out, and Niu Erxiu took over: "Yuan Datou, cheerful!" ”

"I'm not the yuan boss who is the emperor!"

On the tenth day of the first month of August in the lunar calendar, the Zhizhen Grand Gathering, the Huanhe Drama was staged on this day. In Zhizhen, August 15 is a festival as heavy as the year, and no matter how hard and tired people's lives are, they must also weigh a few pounds of mooncakes at the big market before the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives. Shiba's mooncakes are large, bigger and thicker than the discus thrown by athletes. When a nephew is a nephew, he should carry the mooncake to visit his uncle and aunt and aunt; when he is a nephew, he should carry the mooncake to visit his uncle; when he is a son-in-law, he should naturally carry the mooncake to visit old Taishan; and when he is an apprentice, he should carry the mooncake to respectfully look at the master and his wife. No matter how busy and tired, this gift cannot be lost.

My uncle Niu Lanzhu said to me, "When I was a child, that mooncake was really fragrant!" Returning home in the afternoon, in addition to the afterscent and oily smell of my mother's stir-fry, there is also a hint of sweet smell in the incense. Where did it come from? Feel the incense everywhere. At the top of the dining cabinet, the aroma grew stronger. Reaching out and touching, the mooncake wrapped in straw paper was carefully pinched, some soft, and a little hard. The sweet smell of the incense fills the nasal cavity. It's so fragrant. Secretly closing the cupboard door, I smelled the finger of the mooncake, which was really good. I felt that the hungry worms in my stomach moved again, and my stomach was hungry for a few minutes. Just wait for the willow head on the moon. I stared at my mother's hand, my eyes followed my mother's hand, and I looked at my mother's knife, afraid that if it was crooked, it would be crooked, and the mooncake that was cut large could be given to me. Both hands looked like they were about to touch the mooncake, 'grunted', and swallowed the saliva. While cutting the moon cake, the mother looked at my brothers and sisters dotingly, 'Don't worry, there is everything.' Give your dad a piece first. Come, this piece is yours, this piece is his. I held the mooncake in both hands, took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. It took a while to open my eyes and I couldn't wait to take a small bite at the mooncake. ”

My uncle Niu Lanzhu said mooncakes, and the wrinkles on his face turned into the cursive word "囍", and the corners of his eyes were wet.

Combing his gray hair, the old man of Niu Lanzhi said: "The mooncakes when I was a child were fragrant and sweet. At that time, the moon cake was actually made of ordinary semolina and white sugar, and when eating it, there would be a lot of broken particles falling off, and it had to be followed by hand, and there was very little oil. They held the mooncake in their hands, and the father held the wine cup in his hand to talk about the mooncake to save the town of Zhi. It is said that two white-faced students who came down from the northwest one year went to Thea-jin pot to drink wine and wanted to drink wine. A quarrel broke out over the drink, and the scholar said that the wine was mixed with water. The owner of the pot said that it was impossible. Another student came up to help, the steamed bun on the pot was temporarily up, and it was a fight with the student, and it was not coincidental that the white-faced student was pushed by a toe, three pushes and two pushes, pushed to the road edge, the back of the head out of the blood, a life whimper. Who knew that this white-faced scholar was the son of a thief who plotted to wash the town of Zhi in blood on the night of August 15. ”

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