<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" data-track="1" > the pig-killing rice in nostalgia</h1>
Nostalgia is a bright moon in the hometown.
Nostalgia is an old tree with persimmons and pomegranates hanging in the back yard of the old house.
Nostalgia is the brazier in the hall, the potatoes, sweet potatoes, and taro roasted in the brazier, and the bun grain and red beans boiled on the brazier.
Nostalgia is even more of a concern, the eyes of parents leaning on the door to look at the path in front of the door and looking forward to the return of their children.
Nostalgia is for the sake of livelihood away from hometown, and the wanderer who works outside misses his hometown and misses his relatives.
For me, nostalgia is still the "pig-killing rice" that has been passed down for thousands of years and is full of feelings. Pig slaughter is a major feature of the cold winter waxing moon in Yunnan, entering the waxing moon, each family is busy preparing new year goods, slaughtering the new year pig one after another, inviting distant relatives, relatives and friends to eat pig rice. This good custom passed down from generation to generation is overflowing with strong nostalgia and family affection. The fragrant fried meat smells like chewed green olive fruit, which is endlessly evocative.
With the development of society and the progress of the times, although the customs of the New Year are constantly moving forward, changing and improving with the wheel of history, the nostalgic feelings full of local atmosphere and folk customs are still that taste.
In the waxing moon, the north is already full of snow, wrapped in silver. And in my hometown of Honghe, it is still leafy green and red. Whether you are strolling along the banks of the Kaiyuan Lujiang River in the Yuxiu of Southern Yunnan, or the triangular seashore where wild ducks and water birds blow, or the ecological garden and pomegranate manor where tourists are weaving, Yilong Lake, Changqiao Seashore... Looking around, all kinds of well-known and unknown flowers are still randomly competing to bloom, and the purple and red colors add a touch of spring color to this different colorful southern Xinjiang waxing moon.
On this winter day when the sky is blue without a trace of clouds and the temperature is close to 20 ° C, walking on the smooth and flat country road, you will see the villagers busy. Occasionally there is a pig cry of "Hello ~~ Hello ~~", the countryside is filled with a strong smell of the New Year, and people can smell the smell of fried meat wafting with the wind.
"Tomorrow my family will kill pigs, come early to eat pig rice," the uncles and aunts were busy shouting.
"The day after tomorrow my family killed pigs, and the whole family came over!"
This month, I received a call from relatives and friends in the countryside, and the WeChat sent was most likely an invitation to eat pig-killing rice.
From about the twentieth to the twenty-ninth day of the waxing moon, one peasant family after another, in the dam, on the outskirts of the city, and in the mountains, successively busied themselves with slaughtering pigs, and warmly invited relatives and friends to their homes to eat pig-killing rice.
Inviting relatives and friends to eat pig slaughter before the New Year is a grand joy in my hometown, everyone is reunited and happy, and the scene and liveliness are similar to the atmosphere of marrying a daughter-in-law and a daughter.
I remember when I was a child, on the day the family killed pigs, I got up at dawn, rubbed my hazy sleeping eyes, watched the adults coax the pigs that were ready to be killed from the pigsty to the yard, and when the pigs were not prepared, one of them wrapped the pig's neck with a knotted rope and dragged it down hard, and three or four strong men came together to hold the pig down and bind it firmly, and lifted it to a square table, and the strong men pressed the pig's foot and the pig's body, trying not to let the pig struggle and move, and then pulled the pig's head out of the table to make the pig's head hunch. I saw a man armed with a pig-killing knife lightning fast and accurately stabbing the knife into the throat of the pig. At the same time as the knife was drawn, a stream of bright red pig blood gushed out and flowed into the vegetable basin prepared in advance to adjust the light salt water, and this pot of blood wang will be processed into a delicious "blood wang dish" on the "pig killing rice" dinner table.
Then pour hot water on the pig's body, while watering while scraping the pig hair with a knife, about a pot of smoke, the pig hair faded clean, rinsed, opened the stomach, turned over the intestines, internal organs... Everything was in order and skillfully moved. Adults are busy, children with curious eyes to see the liveliness, the courage to reach out to touch the white pig belly, some boys will let the adults help, the pig urine bubbles blow round, like balloons, tie the mouth, happily kick each other, smash, wrestle, pig urine bubbles endure to fall, not broken and not cracked.
As the sun sets, guests who eat "pig-killing rice" arrive one after another, basically 8 people sit around a square wooden table, and the table is full of bowls of pig-killing dishes: head knife dish, white three-balls, palace bursting meat tendons, boiled green vegetables, bone radish soup, three-line meat, pea tip boiled pig blood, fried pork liver with green onions, stir-fried pork slices with sauerkraut, stir-fried belly, back to the pot meat, fried pork ribs, etc. Just look at the bare eyes, the hungry people smash their mouths, eager to take a few bites at once.
In the atmosphere overflowing with the taste of the new year, people eat meat in large mouths, drink wine in large bowls, the voices of the people are boiling, the enthusiasm is like fire, the east, west, south, north and south, the heavens and the earth, the Zhang family's wife, and the Li family's son are admitted to key schools. The host family took the wine bowl and went to toast and greet table by table, "Eat slowly, there are still dishes, and then add after eating." Come and have a drink! If you encounter someone who likes to guess boxing, you have to draw a half ride (six fists), turn down in a circle, three or five wine belly, a big man, a little daughter-in-law's face is red, tongue is big, the words are also vague, the face is full of peach, like the big girl and the little daughter-in-law wiped rouge.
Elderly people talk about the past of killing pigs in the 1970s. At that time, a pig weighed only eighty or ninety kilograms, and not many could grow to more than one hundred kilograms, and in a village of one hundred and ten households, there were twenty or thirty households that had the ability to kill pigs for the New Year. In those days, when a pig was killed, only half of his family was left, and the other half had to be handed over to the food station. The half of the pork left behind also invites relatives and friends to eat a "pig killing meal", generally as few as five or six tables, and as many as more than ten tables. For those who are more intimate, such as parents and uncles, uncles and aunts, aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters, each family also has to send a piece of meat, about two pounds, and then send two fragrant rice dumplings or glutinous rice dumplings made at home. In this way, there is only a pig left, but as the owner's heart is still happy and sweet, the picture is the human affection, the picture is the lively and joyful atmosphere, the happy mood, the strong family affection and the heavy New Year's flavor.
In those years, I remember that on the second day of the slaughter of pigs, my mother divided the pork into several categories, the pig's head and pig's feet were marinated and stored with salt, chili noodles, pepper noodles and other condiments, and the front sandwich meat and three-line meat were cut into lumps, fried in cans, the most delicate and most labor-intensive was to pack sausages, chop up the fat and lean meat, mix in the condiments, put into the pig's small intestines, marinate and dry, or steam or fry, the taste is very beautiful. The large intestines of the pig and the oil residue of the refining oil are used to marinate the radish shreds and other radish shreds for more than a month, and then steamed to cook, which is a delicious dish.
In the area of Mengzi's grass dam and rainy shop, some farmers smashed the bones of pigs and mixed some condiments into cans and pickled, which is a tempting bone ginseng. Serve like pickled sauerkraut.
Nowadays, after decades of reform and opening up, life is rich, every day has a New Year's flavor, meals have meat to eat, and it seems that it does not matter whether pigs are killed in the New Year or not. But the feelings of homesickness, the feelings of nostalgia, the taste of childhood, like chewing olives, are still like yesterday.
Reviewed: Liao Lin
Brief comment: "Pig killing rice" has been passed down for thousands of years, as a custom in Yunnan, it is filled with deep feelings and filled with strong nostalgia. The author recalls it, clear and warm, and the sentences reveal a nostalgic nostalgia for the old wanderer.
Final Judgment: Yan Jingxin
Author: Gao Junchang
Edit: Bu Yi
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