Write down the title - material beans, and I feel rusty. Because, this is too long ago.
So I wrote it because my son-in-law brought back a bag of fried cooked beans from his hometown. When I saw it, I blurted out that it was "Douer". I was stunned by my son-in-law, who was in his thirties, and seeing his ignorant appearance, I smiled and talked about this long-term memory......
—Introduction
- It was in the countryside in the sixties......
In the barn, the lantern flashed in a dim light, illuminating the animals that were chewing in the shed, and the long tongue of the cow was like a wind and a cloud whisking on the little forage left. In one corner of the breeding shed, several sturdy horses are licking the hay in the feed trough.
The keeper who had just finished adding the ingredients, chewing his mouth slightly, the imperceptible sound, in the dark night, there was still a loud sound.
After dinner, the members who came to record the work walked into the livestock shed one after another, walked quickly to the horses, reached out to grab a handful of forage, and shouted the name of the breeder, accusing him of putting too little material for the horses. Then, he was still puzzled by the question:
"Are you arguing with this beast for food?"
"No matter how hungry I am, I can't compete with the animals who work for a day!"
The keeper argued loudly.
But he still muttered in his heart, could it be that he stole and ate not much material beans, which really made people see, and he was resigned, but he still added half a scoop of material beans to the horse under the handlebar eyes.
The people who came to record the work gathered more and more, and in the gradually noisy noise, the clerk called out the names loudly, remembering everyone's "few days". The production captain lowered his head and smacked the old dry smoke. When the bookkeeper was done, he began to assign the work for tomorrow morning. When the people heard clearly, the people who had worked hard all day should have gone home to rest, but the old and young masters were still reluctant to leave, and gathered together to chat.
At this time, a young man walked up to the handlebar and accosted him, staring at the horses eating the food, and stretched out his hand to touch a few beans from the trough to eat, but before his hand could catch it, he was kicked on the buttocks.
"You really owe a beating, how dare you compete with the horses for food."
The young man who wanted to eat beans was naturally unconvinced. Then, in front of the handlebar, ask:
"You dare to swear that you are a handlebar style, and you have never stolen food..."
People are looking to the handlebar style.
"Whoever steals eats, who rots the intestines......"
The handlebar style of righteous words, under the not bright lights, still reflects a tall figure. But all people saw was his iron-blue face.
A turmoil caused by the beans has intensified......
Let's get back to business, the beans in the article are actually fried black beans. It is a concentrate feed specially fried in order to add strength to the fat of horses who do heavy work and run long roads.
Don't underestimate this bean, in the era of collective economy, it is really expensive. At that time, I was already a teenager, and I experienced it and witnessed it with my own eyes. Until now, it is still vivid.
By the end of the sixties, however, the collective economy had developed, and families had become richer. After autumn, when the production team has divided the beans, my mother will use the black beans to make some old sauce. Naturally, fried beans are indispensable. When the big iron pot crackled, we, the half-grown children, came to our mother smelling the fragrance and waited to eat the fried beans. Of course, the mother will give it to us one by one, and the beans will be eaten in the mouth, crispy and dry, and the mother will shout loudly:
"Okay, okay, there aren't many fried beans, and when you've eaten enough, I won't be able to make this old sauce."
We, who already knew a little about people, ran away under the expulsion of our mother. It can be said that since then, Liudouer's memory has been deeply rooted.
Later, I knew that the word "bean" meant to be used as feed for livestock. However, I don't know why, so far, whether it is a person eating or remembering, seeing fried beans, I still can't erase this word. It can be seen that the memory of Liudouer is engraved in the bones.
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Later, I took the beans brought by my son-in-law as a snack, and at the right time, I calmed down and chewed them one by one, although I couldn't eat the beans of the past, maybe I tasted the memories that life can't erase.
(Note: The "handlebar style" in the text is the common name of the locals for the person who is responsible for driving the carriage.)
"A few days" was a way of keeping work at that time. The morning work is two minutes, and the morning and afternoon work are four minutes. ）
17 May 2024