Pot helmet is the special snack that I have eaten the most, the longest time, the deepest impression and the longest taste in my life.
Pot helmet
Pot helmets, in the countryside of their hometown in northern Sichuan, are the most primitive and the earliest food rooted in the memories of our rural children. It is said that the pot helmet (Note: Kui and helmet are a variation of the pronunciation of the people in the northern Sichuan people, and the food expressed is the same category. Helmets are used more in books. ) can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou Dynasties. According to legend, when King Wen of Zhou was cutting the carp, the pot helmet was used as military food for soldiers, and in the area of Xifu in Shaanxi, there is still a variety of pot helmet called "Wen Wang Pot Helmet". In the Qin Dynasty, the pot helmet was carried forward and popularized.
A pot helmet baked in the oven
The pot helmet made by the Qin people is large, thick and porcelain. It is said that the pot helmet was not originally called a pot helmet, but was called a pier cake because its shape resembled the cross-section of a tree stump. At that time, when the Qin army marched, the soldiers' pier cakes weighed five or six pounds, and the straightness of one pier cake was about 50-60 centimeters, and the thickness was also about 15 centimeters (about 15 centimeters). And the way soldiers carry it is also very unique, two cooking cakes are in a group, two eyes are drilled on each pier cake, tied with ox rope, and one foreth chest and one on the back chest, just like the commonly used Yu Lian in the folk. This special way of carrying in combat, the mound cake turned out to be an excellent individual protective gear, playing the role of armor (bulletproof vest). What is even more rare is that the arrows fired by the enemy army are stuck on the mound cake, and when they are pulled out by the Soldiers of the Qin Army, they can be used to shoot the enemy army. The mound cake can "eat arrows", which has become a magic weapon for the Qin army to win.
Modern version of the "Brown Sugar Pot Helmet"
This legend of the pot helmet is beautiful. Our understanding of the pot helmet began in the back of the "Grand Duke Wen" on the mountainside of his hometown "Dingfeng Mountain". The hometown is very remote, walking 15 kilometers to the left to the "Big River Dam" and 18 kilometers to the "Cat Dam". "Grand Duke Wen" is tall, and it is said that he was arrested as a "Zhuang Ding" and cooked for "Liu Wencai". His real name is not very clear, the elder called him "Big Man", we called him "Grand Duke Wen". He sometimes went to the "Cat Ba" to sell pot helmets. At that time, the captain of the production team had the final say, according to the row, he went to the storage room of the production team to weigh some black and straw wheat out, grinded the big stone mushroom under the big crooked neck willow tree at the head of the village into wheat flour, and then went to the "Cat's Dam" to sell pots and helmets. "Duke Wen" did not have much time to sell the pot helmet, two or three times a month, sometimes the back that could not be sold back, do the big crooked neck under the willow tree under the stone mushroom plate, put the back of the basket, take out the pot helmet, and break it into the "pot helmet slag" of the big mother finger to distribute to us children.
Old photos in memory.
In my memory, we only two or three times when we were holding up our necks around the big stone mushroom under the willow tree with crooked necks, and we were asking for the "slag" of the pot helmet with our saliva. At that time, rural children did not know the word "snack". After eating the slag of the pot helmet, the mother of the fingers also had to turn over the back of the "Grand Duke Wen" to find it. Later, some people said that the "Wen Dahan" did not love the collective and gave the children some public grain to eat... Later, the captain was changed... Later, after the land was laid down, I did not see "Grand Duke Wen".
Now the oil spinner pot helmet
In school, the teacher taught "Jasper to make a tree high, ten thousand hanging green silk tassels." I don't know who cut the fine leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. When I studied this poem, I was classmates with Chun Liu, the granddaughter of "Grand Duke Wen". I still remember the flower cloth jacket of the spring willow, the big black eyes and the long hair. Chun Liu's family lives on the west side of our house, which is a must-see place for us to go to school. The name of the school is "Longcheng Temple", and it is said that monks who violated the rules of the temple were imprisoned very early on. On three sides of Longcheng Temple, there are rivers flowing around the feet, a few willow trees between the rivers, a green bamboo forest on the hillside, a bluestone slab-paved dam in front of the temple, and many pillars in the temple that I and The Spring Willow can hold hands to close. The thick stone wall of the gate, the ginkgo tree in the patio, the beams of the apse, the three points of wood on the doors and windows, the vivid carvings and the four words "drumming and serious" on the temple door were engraved in my mind.
Chunliu went to elementary school and shared my table for about three years, and then because of my father's job transfer, I went to the countryside 10 miles away to go to school, and I never saw Chunliu.
Spring and autumn a few degrees, how many times the flowers blossom and fall, the years silently tore away the slice calendar. It was the spring of 1986, the sunset illuminated the mountain village even more beautifully, and the bees in the canola bushes on the roadside hurried home. After school, I walked out of the school alone with a small back (a rural baby endorsement, a week of red amaranth sauerkraut special) and just walked five or six meters, "Hey, wait." "The voice came at me, and I looked sideways, it was spring willow. The female eldest eighteen changes, not false at all. A long, jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Not at all messy, the apricot eyes under the willow-like eyebrows looked directly at me. The beautiful face resembles a blooming hibiscus flower. A blue-colored card seemed to be somewhat short on her, and the slender leg appeared to be very tall. Between greetings, the feet in white sneakers walked unhurriedly in front of me. Between small talk, I learned that he went to Qinghai in 79 years, this time to send her mother, who was seriously asthmatic, back to her hometown to recuperate. Because I wanted to come to the hospital in the town where I was studying to get medicine, I inquired about my news. Two hours before I left school, I was waiting at the school gate to "catch" me.
The sun receded and the full moon rose to the treetops. The country road is like a white ribbon twisting along the mountainside river. We talked and laughed all the way to the village of our childhood. The road was more than thirty miles away, and the occasional sound of a tired bird flapping its wings looking for a home did not interrupt the footsteps of the two of us.
Maybe it was the reason why Chun Liu hadn't walked the mountain road for many years, in a slightly narrower or darker place, she grabbed my arm, and although I was uncomfortable, I didn't push away. The fragrance of the earth from the earth and the drunken fragrance of the rape flowers disturbed me to walk fast and slowly. On the hillside in front of the "Wenjiadian", it was dark, and the unevenness of the road made Chunliu stumble and bump, so I took his hand and slowly moved forward. Arrived at the Sheep Deer Bridge. I can't see the road clearly. Chunliu spent 1.5 yuan to buy an iron-shelled flashlight and four cents to buy two batteries. Turned on the flashlight and there was light. We were free of the fatigue of walking for nearly four hours. Chun Liu said, "Go, go and see The Dragon City Temple." "I didn't squeak," go and have a look, tomorrow morning I'm going to Yanting to catch a car to Mianyang back to Qinghai." I didn't answer her, reached out and grabbed her fleshy hand and walked in the direction of Ryujoji Temple.
Arriving at Ryujo-ji Temple, the temple appears more peaceful in the moonlight. Because there is no one to look even more desolate. "Can't see clearly, let's go." The road downhill from Ryuseongji Temple was basically her squatting underground. Just downhill I was dumbfounded, because of spring ploughing, the upstream reservoir released water, the water of the small river rose, the stone piers crossing the river were flooded, and there was only a sparkling water circle in the flashlight. There was also a reason for being tired, and Chun Liu leaned on me and whispered, "I can't walk anymore." I lowered my back and turned her upside down, asked her to sit down, took off my fur-edged cloth shoes and put them on the waistband of my pants, pulled up my pants, and groped across the river. After finding the water level, returning to the shore and half-crouching, Spring Willow lay on my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my strength, holding a flashlight in both hands to illuminate me... I carried her across the river. The rugged mountain road, from the river of Longcheng Temple to the foot of Dingfeng Mountain, I don't know where the strength came from to carry Chunliu back to his grandfather's house. The plum tree flowers blooming at the door are pleasantly tranquilized by the moonlight. Chun Liu stood under the plum tree, stroking the branch with her hand and bringing her mouth close to my ear and whispering, "You go back, your pants are wet, Don't get cold." I gently broke the branch of the plum branch that was leaning against my eyes, casually pulled the hand of the spring willow and inserted the branch full of pear blossoms into her hand, and gently moved my feet back home.
The next morning, the mischievous sparrows chirped and woke me up, and the sun was shining outside the window, and the red peach blossoms by the window were playing with the two little yellow orioles. I opened the door, and I was very familiar with the plum branches in the ground in front of the door, but there was a pair of white sneakers and a newspaper bag next to the branches. Oh, spring willow has come. Gave me a pair of white sneakers and a "pot helmet" from the newspaper. "For the first time in my life, I took off my raw cloth shoes and put on the shoes I bought. It was Chun Liu who came to say goodbye to me, and she did not wake me up and quietly traveled away.
Before the Spring Festival, the 87-year-old village chief called and said that the road in his hometown village had been repaired and that he was ready to erect the monument of merit before the Qingming Festival, and asked me to go back to help choose a location. I went back. The coughing old village chief and village clerk opened the donor's record, and the first line that caught my eye was Chun Liu's name. I understood in the old village chief's mechanistic, word-by-word narration. Chun Liu is now married to Guangzhou, opened an electronics factory in Guangdong, and returned a few years ago to worship the "Wen Dahan", and donated 50,000 yuan to build a road in the village. The village chief said that Chun Liu went to Longcheng Temple alone, and she walked alone from the ruins of Longcheng Temple to this section of the road in the countryside.
Now new countryside
It was spring again, and I thought of "Longcheng Temple", "Grand Duke Wen", Spring Willow and Pot Helmet.
[The picture is selected on the Internet, and thank you.] 】