When my grandfather was alive, he had to drink two cups a day. Grandfather's "drink two cups" is really drinking two cups, five dollar cups, two cups a meal, two drinks a day. Except for the New Year, whether it is a guest who has not been seen for a long time at home or a young person who "rhetorically" persuades, grandfather will not break his own rules. Sometimes everyone is too much persuasion, there is no size, the grandfather is not annoyed, just stare at you with such a smile, the person who is red in the face of the wine is immediately like a breeze, sober up, sadly give up the persuasion, hurriedly find the greedy person to touch it hastily, take a bite to dry, alleviate the embarrassment.
Grandfather was not without alcohol. I once saw my grandfather's power of drinking at a new year's family gathering, pouring three glasses of liquor into a bottle, taking a sip, licking my lips and shouting to my grandmother: "Old woman, get me another bottle, I and the children drink slowly." "Uncle father did not react at all, and several of our grandchildren really dropped their jaws: it turned out that grandfather was a deeply hidden Dionysus.
Grandfather limited the amount of alcohol he drank every day, not for the sake of health and other lofty reasons, a lifetime of living in the countryside, the reason why he did not dare to let go of drinking, is entirely because of poverty. Although several of his sons were admitted to college, entered the city, established themselves, and became city people holding iron rice bowls, everyone took a dead wage, and there was a large family to support, and wine, especially bottled wine, was a luxury.
Rural people who are accustomed to frugality want face, or rather, they have nothing to alleviate their deep inferiority except that they can maintain decency. Fathers and children bought wine for their grandfathers, and even if they were strapped for money, they had to buy bottled wine. First, they feel that the old father has suffered all his life, and the child should be well honored; second, in the eyes of the villagers, the rural people who can go to the city to work, then even if they bid farewell to the land, if they buy bulk wine for the old father, they are not filial piety, they have forgotten ben, and they look down on the place where they were born. This reason is somewhat unreasonable, but whether it is a grandfather or an uncle or a father, it is quite recognizable, and it is speechless.
As a grandparent, I knew that my grandfather was not willing to drink bottled wine at home. Every day, he drank bulk wine that he went to the supply and marketing agency like a thief, and when he returned, he poured it into an empty bottle, and drank it deceitfully, as if the bulk wine tasted different as long as it entered the bottle.
The bottled wine bought by the sons, my grandfather would not be stingy to put it or not to drink, but whenever there were guests at home, or the old masters of the village gathered at the entrance of the village, my grandfather would instruct me: "Go, give grandpa the wine in the carton box." Only my grandmother and I could understand this, and the wine in the cardboard box was an unopened bottle of wine, not like the bottle on the wooden cabinet, but completely from my grandfather's personal filling.
Since the village was connected to television, my grandfather's favorite thing to watch was the advertisement about liquor, so he had a desire to taste the sauce-flavored liquor, and stubbornly believed that the sauce-flavored liquor had to drink From Maotai Town. The hometown is located on the Saiwai Dam, separated from Guizhou by thousands of mountains and rivers, and at a time when logistics were inconvenient, it was extremely difficult to buy a bottle of sauce-flavored liquor from Maotai Town. There were some for sale in the city, but the staggering price offset the father's filial piety, and the grandfather did not care about it, he said, the wish must be difficult to achieve, the wish that is easy to achieve, it is not interesting.
Until his father laid off his job and started a small business, his grandfather finally drank sauce-flavored liquor. The bottle of liquor was bought by the father when he invited guests, and he did not think that the customers who had seen the big scene on the wine table only drank a glass, and then asked for a bottle of red wine, saying that they wanted to maintain health.
Looking at the customer's huge belly, the father secretly slandered in his heart: all this look and you still have to maintain health, and you don't drink alcohol. Of course, the father's careful thinking will not show it, he forced a smile to accompany the customer to drink the wine against his heart, and when he left, he put the remaining half bottle of sauce and liquor into the bag, pretending not to see the customer's slightly contemptuous eyes.
Half a bottle of wine, the father was reluctant to drink, and happily took it back to his hometown and let his grandfather taste it. Grandfather did not abandon the wine only half a bottle left, hurried down to the kang to wash the wine glass that had never been washed, poured a cup and took a sip. After taking a sip of wine, my grandfather frowned: "Why does it taste like this?" Such an expensive wine is not good. Grandfather put down his wine glass and stopped drinking, completely ignoring his father's gloomy eyes.
The sauce and wine that his grandfather did not like to drink was reduced to an object for him to show off to the old men of the same village. After a meal was not finished, my grandfather, as if remembering something, took me off the kang, let me hold the bottle and go out with him, and when I came out of the door, I kicked a handful of peanut rice in my pocket. The father and grandmother looked at each other and smiled, and without a word, continued to eat with their heads down.
Reluctantly, I followed my grandfather to the mouth of the village, where the whole village gathered and where the fastest spread of information was spread. Grandfather grinned into the crowd, sat down on a stone, leaned back against the earthen wall and said to me, "Take out the wine and give it to you elders to taste." ”
A group of old men took a sip, and the wine came to the bottom. Grandfather took the empty wine bottle and shook it vigorously, put the last drop on his tongue, and then took out the peanut rice for everyone to share. The old men said, "This is sauce wine?" Why doesn't this taste the same? Grandfather looked proud, "What do you know?" Sauce and wine is this taste, this thing has to be tasted. I smiled secretly at the side: "You still talk about others?" Didn't you just drink it yourself? ”
After showing off, my grandfather paced home in the envious eyes of everyone, and when he left, he did not forget to pick up the empty wine bottle and put it back on the most conspicuous large mahogany cabinet in the house, swinging it for many years.
Nearly thirty years have passed, my grandfather has long left us, and my father has reached retirement age. My father, who had been doing small business for decades, failed to make the family rich and expensive, but he also ate and drank. It's just that now my father rarely goes out to socialize and drink, and according to himself, he is tired of those nasty liquor bureaus, and those who drink in the liquor bureau are not wine, it is hypocrisy, and those who are drunk are not people, but people's hearts.
Today's father, who prefers to drink at home, calls out to a few old friends who have been in the past life, a plate of peanuts, a plate of pickles, and a few salted eggs can drink for half a day. He did not drink the taste of sauce-flavored liquor like his grandfather, but drank only sauce-flavored liquor. As his son, I naturally took on the responsibility of buying wine for my father, not because my father could not afford it, but because he felt that the wine his son bought was sweeter than the wine he bought.
Buying wine for my father was something that worried me. Buy too expensive, can't afford it, buy cheap, sauce wine is not cheap. By chance, I found the sauce-flavored liquor produced by the Jinzhu Distillery in Maotai Town, the price was moderate, the taste was soft and long, I bought a few bottles and went back to my father to taste, my father took a few sips of the wine cup, nodded: "Quite good, it will be it later." ”
Since his father approved, the sauce wine of the Golden Bottle Distillery became his "exclusive offering". Fortunately, in addition to going to work, I also do some side business, and if I don't have my father's alcohol, I really have a hard time providing it.
My father seemed to be aware of something, and when there was nothing to do, he stuffed some money for my child, saying that it was reserved for him to go to school, and he used to drink a bottle for two days, and now he also learned from his grandfather, and he controlled the amount of alcohol. If you eat alone, just pour a glass and have a taste of wine. Only when he was partying with his old brothers, his father would not buckle the rope, and he would take two or three bottles of gold bottle of wine and drink it until he ran out.
Several uncles who often drink with their fathers often laugh at their fathers, knowing that you have a good son, we are old, why do we love to show off so much? The father was not angry when he heard it, and he held the wine glass and put the sound of the wine. Not long after, the father's small liquor bureau, no matter who invited the guests, became the sauce wine produced by the Golden Bottle Distillery, although the price was high and low, but the old few drank that was called an incense, and at their age, the wine, the mouth was on the line, and the people who drank wine must be right.
I used to drink a few cups with my old father, and gradually, I also drank the taste: perhaps, the real meaning of sauce wine is not its aroma, but the wine that flows through the years and the solidified love, or perhaps, its taste is called home, called inheritance.
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