This is not a farmhouse, nor is it a place for commercial profit, it is a friend dinner and barbecue in an authentic rural courtyard.
Living in the provincial capital for a long time, the image of the countryside is becoming increasingly blurred. Back to the hometown, the village on the roadside of the original ring city has long developed into a piece of the city, not the city is not rural, and the green of the mountains is scarce.
The friend of the second brother of Jindun invited him to go to his house to eat barbecue, although he was entangled in affairs and wanted to accompany his elderly parents, he really could not resist the temptation to go to the countryside to see and experience the joy of a farmhouse. Then go, overcome the overcoming, get the old man's meals, and ride out the door.
It was an early summer afternoon, riding an extremely ordinary, non-shifting gear and off-road bike.
From the West Ring Road around the city to the south. Opposite the surgical hospital in the south of the city, a broken hammer and a large piece of manually removed construction waste are displayed in a gray and tattered scene. It will give the uninformed a vision of defeat on the battlefield. I won't. I know that it was the temporary farmers market that was built two years before the demolition, because the upgrading of the new market has been completed.
After passing the small teaching field, abandon the car road and turn to the east side of the village road.
In the fields along the road, there are few broad beans, and occasionally a little, also accompanied by weeds, not as tall and dense as in the previous image. Further east, when we reached a village, some people on the left were collecting garlic, and even if they saw relatively more people, there were only twenty or thirty. The garlic field is south, the field has been leveled, I don't know what was planted before, barley or broad beans, but it can be seen that it is definitely not garlic. I don't know if I want to plant grain or seedlings next.
The villages that pass through are rarely seen. Most of the people I saw were old people, and some of them sat on the side of the road and saw people and cars. In a room at the Elderly Activity Center on the road, several elderly people were playing cards. It was a Sunday, and I couldn't see the student dolls in the village. Occasionally, I saw someone at the garlic collection, and there were not many garlic fields compared to previous years. There is a place where the wheeled cultivator is cultivating the land. In a few places that used to be fields, beautiful-looking buildings have been planted. I always feel that there are very few people in the countryside now, and I don't know how long the days of farmers cultivating themselves can last. At least that's the case, not as hot as the state media has blown. I have a lot of genes of primitive farmers in my bones, love the idyllic scenery, and appreciate the farming life. At least, as long as human beings survive, they should carefully serve a bag of grain in the season, and always receive a bag of corn after autumn; sowing a grain of millet, autumn will always return a spike of rice to the cultivator. Somewhat frustrated.
The area at the southern end of the dam is called DiannanBa, and the street is called Jindun Street. The terrain in this area is slightly higher than the county seat, and standing on jindun Street looking north, the Yulong Snow Mountain is clearly visible. On that day, on the non-street day (market day), there was no one in the market, several shops on the main road were open, and from time to time there were cars coming from east to west. On the north side of the intersection leading to Old Street, several vans are parked. As far as the eye can see, the number of people is recorded in single digits.
The friend who went to the house lived in Xiaolian Village, and it was only a few hundred meters away from Jindun Street.
Speaking of Xiaolian Village, the locals know it, it is a village of books and scholars, re-teaching and reasoning, and there are many talents from ancient times to the present. One of my cousins, a native of the village, visited her house many times when she was a child. When I walked in this time, I naturally couldn't find the way it was then. However, in general, there are more Bai old-fashioned residential buildings preserved in the village, and the appearance of the village is also good, and there are still pastoral crops around it. I saw an old house in the center of the village, with a sign of Norton ham of so-and-so, and a lot of bonsai in the yard. In a wide alley, I saw a chick that had not yet grown hair, accidentally fell from its nest to the road, and the old bird was anxiously chirping on the roof. We picked it up on the side of the road and walked away to see it, but the old bird still couldn't get it back into the nest, and we couldn't help it.
Walking through an alley, turning east into the gate of the small farm yard that is open to the west, a warm smell of the countryside will rush over. The main house sits in three Bai old-fashioned buildings on the west side and east, and the stairs go up from the south side of the yard. To the north is the kitchen and bathroom. To the south of the yard, there are many large pots of bonsai. In the flower terrace at the east end of the courtyard, the roses and honeysuckles of the moon bloom together. There is a small door on the north side of the east wall of the courtyard, and out is the toilet and the vegetable patch. The vegetable field is not small, and the vegetables grown are enough for home consumption. The south yard is a chicken pen and a pigsty, with chickens and pigs and piles of firewood and farming tools. Look, isn't this the ideal rural dwelling place for people who have lived in the city for a long time?
Most of my friends were in the courtyard at noon. Together they made their own hands and ate rice dumplings and butter tea. After eating, the seven hands and eight feet prepared the barbecue ingredients for the evening, and they met for entertainment. No, a few of the people we met at the door just entered the door, and the heroine was busy with the division of labor. They are all friends who get along very well and are extremely casual on weekdays, and they are not informal and polite with each other, they should do it, they should eat it. The master sister commanded: Man, whoever is whoever bears the weight of the cage fire; you, move the table over there; he, go to the hall house and bring up the bottle of grape wine. Female: The heroine bears the weight of the kang pot on the side of the rice dumplings; who, you go and cut the eggplant; that, you take the pork belly that is bad at noon, and then mix it... I said: Master sister, I want to see you make pot side rice, sister replied: Good, good, this is simple, the key is to have a wood fire stove and wheat straw pot lid, like your kind of small pot small stove and iron pot lid, you can't make this delicious feeling. You are responsible for burning the fire for me, remember that the fire must be big, and the rice must be delicious. I said, "Well, it's good."
During the conversation, the main sister's first pot of pot edges was already out of the pot. I was looking at the long strips of rice dumplings with yellowish noodles on the bottom and sighed, only to see that a few large hands had already reached out to the rice dumplings, you piece, I a piece, have dipped in milk curd and green bean sauce to eat. I reacted to this, immediately put down my restrained face, picked up a piece, and chewed it up. Later, I ate one piece after another, and a few days later, I still remember the aroma of the pot on the side of the lid of this big stove firewood, and almost ignored the taste of other barbecue ingredients that were equally delicious.
The ingredients for the barbecue also have special characteristics: the pork belly with skin is sliced and bad, as well as the skin, potatoes, eggplant, leeks, tofu, and so on. A pot of sticky rice porridge was also cooked, mixed with cooked mung beans and lotus seeds.
It was dark when I returned. Take the road, there are street lights along the road, there are special non-motorized roads. From Jindun to the city, in addition to the small uphill at the connecting bridge (Yinghong Bridge), all the way downwind, no effort, there are not many cars on the road. While pedaling to watch the dam under the night, leisurely and slowly, forty minutes to get home, and brought a pot side of the rice dumplings in the pocket for the parents. Sit down, open your phone, turn over the food photos to them, and the two old people are happy, as if they have gone to the countryside with me to eat a meal.
Later, I had a plan that I thought was grand: when I waited until the county town street, I would go to the bamboo market to buy a straw pot lid, and as for the size, it was based on the largest pot that could be put on the gas stove in my suite. Then back in the provincial city, I bought a big pot and also made pot side dumplings! I first make my own several tastings, and when I am ready to eat, I will ask a few friends who are not only good with me, but also casual and unrestrained, to share the food with me. I can also make them butter tea, which I would have done. Also, if there are friends who are not used to drinking butter tea, I am also like the main sister, boiling a pot of soft and rotten glutinous rice mung bean lotus seed porridge.
Don't laugh, love food to love life. Although the food I planned was standing up for riba, what does it matter, it is delicious and fun. I believe that a person who loves good food must be full of expectations and love for life. As long as you are happy, even simple and low-grade food will be very sweet, right?