Wang Zhiyi
In the afternoon, my friend happily came to my office, carried a bag, and mysteriously asked me to guess what it was. He turned his head, took a handful of his hand out of his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, only to hear the crunch, and then let me guess, saying it was fried corn flowers, he shook his head, said it was fried soybeans, he still shook his head. He couldn't guess when he saw me, and he told me it was a bag of fried bowl beans!
Friends told me that this bowl of beans was brought by his aunt from the countryside to his family, the aunt's bowl of beans is particularly many, every year to grind many bowls of bean noodles sent, and then his mother will be bowls of bean noodles mixed with wheat flour, rolled noodles, and then fried some sour and spicy pulp water, made into two mixed pulp water surface, but delicious. This year, his aunt not only brought him a lot of pea noodles to his family, but also brought ten pounds of fried bowl beans, saying that he would chew worms on the second day of February (Ankang custom, saying that chewing and eating some hard beans on this day, teeth do not grow worms), he felt delicious, chewed up very fragrant. I said, you are afraid that you can't finish eating, you can't chew hard, you want to get up and send me, why don't you send me on the day when the second dragon looks up in February? He scolded me for biting Lu Dongbin for not knowing people's hearts, and he only came home yesterday on a business trip. I blamed my friend for the mistake and jokingly said that I would ask him for a few cups of "no" after a while.
I couldn't wait to open the bag, and without washing my hands, I grabbed a handful of peas and stuffed them into my mouth, clucking, full of incense, and very happy. I think of things when I was a child, whenever during the Spring Festival, my mother always fried a bunch of peas and soybeans and a bunch of corn flowers to entertain guests and let us eat. At that time, whichever house you went to to visit the New Year, there were these foods on the table, while listening to the adults talk about the new year, talk about agricultural production, talk about the world's human feelings, and eat them with a crunch.
Later, the land arrived, the economic conditions of every household improved, and during the New Year, the table was placed with apples, pears, peanuts, melon seeds, nuts, fruit candy and other foods, and few people fried peas to eat, plus peas are difficult to chew. Grow up, go to school, go to work, go to town, and no one in town fried peas. After the death of his parents, his hometown was no longer concerned, and naturally there was no source of bowls of beans.
At that time, in order to let us have peas to eat every Year, my mother planted a bowl of beans in the reserved land, peas are a lazy crop, no need to fertilize, if fertilized, the stalks grow deep and strong, but it is not easy to bear beans. When the beans were ripe, my mother took me and cut the pea vines home with a sickle, put them in the yard for a drying, and then slapped them with a stick, and the peas popped out of the pods.
My mother died more than twenty years ago, and I haven't eaten bowl beans in more than twenty years. Eating this pea, I thought of my mother, who, if she was still alive, would be at least 94 years old.
Friends look at my delicious expression and say, love to eat peas, easy to do, hand it over to me, let the aunt fry some every year, to ensure that you eat enough. After I listened, warm!
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