Source: Henan Daily
Henan Daily client reporter Zhao Daming
Not long ago, the last batch of 14 poverty-stricken counties in our province officially lifted themselves out of poverty, marking that all poverty-stricken counties in our province have achieved poverty alleviation. In this batch of county towns, there are many beautiful and unforgettable places, such as Song (sōng) County in Luoyang and Lushi County in Sanmenxia.
Song County is located in the northern foothills of Funiu Mountain and its branch between the Outer Fang Mountain and Bears Ears Mountain, because it is located in the song mountain and named, historically named Xincheng County, Luhun County, Yiyang County, etc., Ming Hongwu second year (1369 AD) began to be named Song County, here is the famous "two journey hometown". Lushi County is located in the yellow river, the Yangtze River watershed south and north of the two foothills, across the three mountains of Kunshan, Bears Ears, Funiu, it is generally believed that its name is related to the Ancient Era Zunlu tribe. Since the han wu emperor Yuan Ding set up Lushi County in the fourth year (113 BC), it has not changed its name, nor has it moved the city site, that is, it is placed on a national scale, which is also relatively rare.
One has Baiyun Mountain, Tianchi Mountain, Muzhaling and Luhun Reservoir, and the other has Bears Ears Mountain, Jade Emperor Mountain, Shuanglong Bay and Yuxi Grand Canyon - good mountains and good water, raising simple, kind, and warm-hearted people. Their stories have the smell of fireworks, endless nostalgia, great love, and the spiritual power to touch people's hearts...
Landscape of the Sea of Clouds on Tazi Mountain in Dongming Town, Lushi County, photographed by Deng Fang, a reporter of this newspaper
Song County
Etiquette and assistance
Text/Wan Hongwei
"If one party has difficulties, the eight parties support it." On February 4, 100,000 kilograms of green onions from Zhuyuangou Village, Yanzhuang Town, Song County, arrived in Wuhan smoothly. What many people don't know is that these scallions also have a special name: salutary onions. My hometown is in Yanzhuang, and I am no stranger to the allusions to this name.
The history of ye records that in the second year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Wu Zetian was trapped by the heirs and could not eat well. On this day, she took a light car and left Luoyang to the southwest. On the way, the cool breeze struck, she couldn't help but sneeze continuously, and she walked around Yanzhuang, feeling sour, so she stopped to stay at the farmhouse. When the peasant woman saw this, she hurriedly brewed a bowl of green onion soup to drive her cold. But when they saw the green and white and yellow green onions, they were crowded and floating, as if they were competing to see the appearance of distinguished guests; some dived up and down, nodded their heads and bowed their waists, as if greetings and please; some shook left and right, swirling and circling, such as dancing to help. The Empress was overjoyed, and she couldn't imagine that the green onions in this rural place still had such a spirituality! She chewed slowly, her mouth was full of teeth, a bowl of soup under her stomach, and she suddenly felt full of thainess. The peasant woman asked her to give the shallot a good name, and Wu Zetian said, "Let's call it 'Ritual Onion'!" ”
"Salute onion", this name is kind and simple, but also in line with the Yanzhuang people's warm, kind, heavy human feelings, understand etiquette character. Some foreign traders and diners have compared it with foreign onions and summed up several unique features, such as its porcelain is delicate and tender, and it cannot be pinched; it can be rinsed with boiling water and floated up; it does not dare to eat raw, and it will be washed to tears when cut and chopped twice; it can also remove the flesh and soil, add flavor and freshness, and so on. More than that, the fame of the onion will not go away.
The two banks of the Jiaojian River between Yanzhuang Town's Guanmiao Village and Heying Village are the main producers of liberries. To the south, the green mountains are like broad chests protecting the earth; on the east and west sides, two moderately high and low, steep and suitable soil slopes are like stretched arms, which not only shield the wind but also reduce the sun exposure; in the middle, the blue water of the Qinggou Reservoir and the countless mountain streams are entangled in the north. The red soil on both sides of the strait contains slightly sand, which is fluffy and soft. The people here have always cared for the land where the onions grow with a treasure-guarding mentality, and have never been willing to divert it for other purposes. Even digging sand and stones in the river channel, they were carefully transported to grind a few kilometers away, for fear of affecting the quiet growth of green onions. The shallots also never use chemical fertilizers, and people know that in that case, the shallots will lose their original taste and temperament, and they will be ashamed to shoot.
After the onion has changed seedlings, she is not in a hurry to grow a child. They are busy bathing in the sun, bathing in nectar, and spitting out dirt. When autumn comes, they will suddenly rivet enough to stretch their roots and whiskers, strengthen their stems, and strive to grow a look as if they are repaying kindness. The boundless green onion field was green and black, and there was a lot of spiritual head that "pierced the blue sky and was not broken". Entering the Waxing Moon, the salutary onion becomes a fragrant feast. Look, the hand,the shoulders,the shoulders,the shoulders,the cars,the cars, the endless stream. Every year after the 20th day of the Waxing Moon, it is often difficult to find a green onion in the market - this year, such high-quality green onions will definitely bring true feelings and warmth to the people on the front line of the "war epidemic".
Song County Salute Onion Li Xiaolei Photo
One night during the epidemic, I suddenly received a WeChat message: "Your nephew has gone to Hubei as a medical team member." The wife immediately dialed her nephew's phone, and after a moment of inquiry, she was a little choked up. I grabbed my phone and told my nephew to send more work photos, maybe I can publicize it later. Before he could finish speaking, his nephew shouted in a rough and bold voice: "Uncle, I came to Wuhan to be a doctor, not to be a star, and I don't have time to listen to your instigation." "Just a few words, the meaning is clear, the attitude is bold and resolute. Yeah, he's right, the pandemic is now, who cares about the nameless.
After hearing the news of her grandson's "expedition", the mother always moved a small stool close to the TV and paid special attention. But whenever there was a white dress on the camera, she always stared at it in shock. Who doesn't worry about their loved ones who are fighting? No one can stay out of it, and my wife and I have turned enthusiasm into "hot blood". That day, when we both returned from the blood donation house, my mother stood outside the gate with a smile and a groan, just like when she saw me bring my wife into the house for the first time.
Ginkgo wish
Text/Chang Shuying
One early winter, I invited a few friends to come to Yunyan Temple in Baihe Town, Song County. But in the distance, the mountains are stacked and the leaves in the forest are colorful. Listen to the locals, there are more than 400 ancient ginkgo trees scattered in this area, more than 60 trees that are more than 1,000 years old, and the longest tree is more than 2,300 years old. Some of them are gentle and kind, standing at the mouth of the village, greeting visitors from afar at any time; some are straight into the clouds like sentinels, guarding the tranquility and peace here; some are like sisters embracing each other, adding a girlish charm. In the sun, the apricot leaves are golden, dancing with the wind, shining. Falling yellow leaves sprinkled all over the ground, creating a harmony between light and shadow, reality and fiction, illusion and color. Wandering in the meantime, people in the painting, it is really not too much to describe it with any kind of praise.
Sitting under the tree, we drank ginkgo leaf tea, sniffed at the ginkgo fruit, listened to the birds singing, and waited to taste the whole farm ginkgo table. An old woman in her 70s told us that since she can remember, the ginkgo biloba here is like this, the spring is full of leaves, the autumn fruit is full of branches, I have not seen the trunk grow, nor have I seen any decline, as if frozen. Suddenly, I also thought of a wish I had when I was a child.
When I was in the first grade of elementary school, my aunt returned from Kunming to visit her family. In the 1970s, when materials were scarce, who came to relatives, children knew the fastest, because there would be delicious things! After school that day, I hurried home, and by the time I got home, there were already more than two dozen children in the yard happily eating candy. My aunt took out two fruit candies from her pocket and was about to give them to me, when Xiaoming, a neighbor, dragged his mute sister, who was more than 4 years old, into the house to ask for candy. My mother was also present, and she said to me, "You're a sister, give the sugar to your younger siblings!" "Watching the candy reach someone else's hands, I was angry, and tears of grievance overflowed my eyes. When the children saw the situation, they also scattered.
My aunt groped in her duffel bag for half a day and found four grape-sized white fruits with two pointed ends and a round bulge in the middle: "There are delicious ones, don't cry." This is a ginkgo biloba fruit, which was previously eaten only by the royal family and nobles. When cooking porridge in the evening, let your mother put it in and cook it, and you taste it, it is better than sugar. The mother also hurriedly said, "I will now take it to the fire and roast it." "This was the first time I saw the ginkgo fruit, and I later learned that it was the medicine introduction that my aunt had given my uncle, which was left in the duffel bag.
Ten minutes later, the aunt used pliers to pinch the ginkgo biloba fruit and peeled off the white hard shell, revealing the pale green core. Peel off the thin green coat, revealing the golden kernels. I gently squeezed it between my fingers, warm and soft, and put it in my mouth and gently bit it, fragrant, sticky, silky, faint fragrance refreshing. After eating all four of them, I thought to myself: In the future, I must sit under the ginkgo tree, drink ginkgo tea, and eat enough ginkgo biloba fruit.
Later, I went out to study, work, get married and have a daughter, and this wish was gradually forgotten. When my daughter was two and a half years old, our family of three returned to their hometown for the New Year, passing by my husband's teacher's house and visiting. Before parting, the teacher gave us two carefully cultivated ginkgo seedlings, saying that they were gifts for my daughter. The ginkgo tree is full of treasures, and he wishes my daughter a healthy and strong growth like a ginkgo tree. Back in our hometown, we planted the small sapling in our own land, and although we did not often go back to take care of it, it seemed to grow on our hearts. In the past 20 years, the two seedlings have grown as thick as an arm, and their fruits are often brought in by people in their hometowns.
In traditional Chinese culture, ginkgo biloba is a symbol of auspiciousness, longevity, peace and solidity. It is also called the Gongsun Tree, which means that the public sows the sun harvest, which is both a continuation of the spirit and the ze quilt of the ancestors who left their grandchildren. Under normal circumstances, the elderly will find a better plot of land, deliberately plant a few ginkgo trees, and do not seek revenge. They understand that this is not only for their children and grandchildren, but also for nature.
That trip to White River town made me make a decision: in the future, I will often check it out.
Lushi County
Old Town, The Old Man
Text/Niu Aimin
The center of Lu's old city is the City God Temple, and to be more specific, there are nine steps forward from the temple gate - accurate or not, unverified, but the elders said so.
Literati and the City God Temple are related: at the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the people, new schools gradually arose, and most of the rural schools were crowded into the temple. At the beginning of the last century, Cao Jinghua studied Traditional Chinese Studies here, and later, he became a famous translator and educator of modern literature. 60 years later, he returned to his hometown to visit his relatives and came to the City God Temple again. In the face of a variety of cultural relics and ancient books, the old man modestly said: I have learned a lot of knowledge. The warriors are also related to the City God Temple: in 1949, the army of our 125th Division entered Lu to suppress bandits, and the division headquarters was stationed at the City God Temple. Division Commander Peng Longfei arranged his troops and swept the storm, and he looked at the city god with stunned eyes.
In addition to the City God Temple, there are also the Temple of Literature, the Qing Dynasty County Ya and the former residences of some celebrities in the old city, and the first one in the northwest corner of Cross Street was once a restaurant opened by the former Lu Clan underground party of the Communist Party of China, the "Four Friends Canteen". In the autumn of 1939, a gentleman in a long shirt often settled here, and it was he who lit the anti-Japanese fire in Lu's mountain city. Later, people learned that the businessman with the pseudonym "Liu Zunshi" was Zhao Zhiping, secretary of the Lu County CPC Committee. During that period, the provincial government moved to Lushi, and many universities and middle schools such as Luoshi and Luoshi also moved in at the same time. It was once the political, military and cultural center of our province.
After the founding of New China, the catering service company took over the restaurant. Many old people still remember that at that time, there was a dog nicknamed "Old Fat" in the backyard of the hotel, Xu was old and very popular, although tall and mighty, he never made a gesture to scare people. So, the remaining bones of the hotel are left to gnaw on, and the blockbusters in the theater are also left to watch. In the era when ordinary people looked forward to Qian Xingxing, it often walked into the theater with a big grin in the good-natured laughter of everyone, sitting on the ground like a dog, and watching the movie with full concentration.
In the 1960s and 1970s, on the right side of the entrance of the City God Temple was the dung yard of the three teams of Northwest Street, and the members carried the pit manure dug from their homes, crossed the scale and added the high manure pile, and then transported it to the wheat field behind the machinery factory by wagon and rack car. At that time, every production team in the city had a horse-drawn carriage, which was pulled by retired war horses. Whether it is the jujube red horse of the third team or the big white horse of the fourth team, the butt is branded with the mark of two circles. Horse feed is mouth-watering, with cottonseed cakes, bean cakes, and sesame cakes. The little children sneaked to the stables and stole some repeated chews, squeezing out some of the fragrance of the famine life.
At that time, the junction of urban and rural areas was the Dongshahe Bridge. During a middle school holiday, I carried a sorbet box out of the East City Gate, and someone behind me bought it, and I insisted on crossing the bridge before putting down the box. Puzzled, I explained: "The bridge is the county price, four points; across the bridge is the country price, five points." Nowadays, it is a bit ridiculous to think that selling an ice cream is also pursuing "profit maximization".
Some people sell sorbets at the bridge, and there are also people who have lost love shouting "selling jiaojiao" (dialect, meaning trouble) on the bridge, and now, most of the "selling jiaojiao" has become ancient, and there are other people of all colors on the bridge to attract people's attention, just as the so-called "you sing me on the stage". It's just that after sunset, everything returns to silence, looking up at the bear's ears towering, looking down at the east flow of Luoshui, it is inevitable to sigh.
Since the reform and opening up, but in the past few decades, Lushi City has undergone earth-shaking changes. The crop fields outside the East Gate, the mass graves in the South Pass, and the beaches in the West Pass are all gone. They have become quaint medicine towns, sparkling fitness plazas, and riverside parks with flowers and butterflies. Unfortunately, only remnants of the majestic and orderly Walls of Lu's City remain, and the folk compounds of carved beams and paintings have also been destroyed, otherwise, today, they are definitely cultural highlights that are difficult to buy.
Lu has unearthed dinosaur egg fossils from the Cretaceous period, as well as 40 million-year-old Fossils of Lu's Tarsiers and 100,000-year-old Fossils of Lu's Homo sapiens. Experts say that Lushi County is a place where "people and apes bid farewell" and is an important birthplace of Heluo civilization.
The train passes by the Luohe Bridge in Lushi County
Tofu nostalgia
Text/Meng Guodong
Hometown Lu's Guanpo Town is located in the deep nest of Funiu Mountain, known as the "hometown of tofu". Here, every family can skillfully make tofu. Whenever there is a red and white celebration or a festival such as the Spring Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, tofu is an indispensable dish. As the main food that the hometown people welcome to send, it is both homely and elegant. Eat a table of old-fashioned tofu mats and the host and guests will be satisfied.
The mountain people make tofu, which is originally handmade. First, grind the soybeans (also known as bean yellow) on the stone grinding into watercress (also called bean yellow), use a dustpan to remove the bean skin, and then soak it in water, and then put it into the small stone mill after the watercress is expanded and add water to "grind" into raw soy milk. Grinding soybean milk is a manual work, requiring the cooperation of two or three people, one of them takes a spoon made of horns, and at the same time conforms to the speed of the small stone mill, he constantly scoops the soaked watercress into the grinding eye, and there is a white slurry flowing into the large wooden barrel below. Cover the barrel for natural fermentation for an hour, boil a large pot of water on the other side, set up a hanger on the pot table, tie it to the four corners of the hanger with a coarse cloth bag, and pour the soy milk into the bag, so that the fine white juice flows into the pot, and the rough okara is blocked in the bag. Soybean milk tumbled in boiling water, scooped some brine or sour pulp with a spoon and poured it inside, four or five minutes to order once, continue to order four or five times, soy milk began to assemble, like a cloud, slowly became a tofu brain. The last process is to put the tofu brain into a coarse cloth bag, put it into a bamboo frame, squeeze the slurry water with a large stone, and squeeze it dry to become a white and tender tofu.
The tofu that comes out of this way is white, live, fine, tender and solid. The whole family gets together, takes a piece of new tofu and puts it on a plate and breaks it into pieces, pours it with chili water and eats it deliciously.
When the mountain people entertain guests, they will also fry the tofu or fry, or soak in sauce, or boil, make it into slices, strips, silk, blocks, pills, and then with a variety of ingredients, the tofu dish becomes red, yellow, white, brown, etc., so that people do not eat first. People taste tofu mat is also very skilled, the east of the tofu balls are well done, the west of the garlic mixed with spicy tofu shredded flavor, the door is clear.
I remember when I was a child, when I was in school, I often stole some soybeans at home and exchanged hot tofu at the old man who sold tofu at the school gate. Mixed with sauce vinegar garlic water and spicy seeds to eat a bite, that fragrant! Later, when I went out to work, whenever I had free time and wanted to adjust my life, I couldn't help but think of tofu in my hometown.
My brother's wedding feast, our family actually did not make tofu, the plate has been ground off the edges of the tofu grinding, lying alone in an inconspicuous corner. I asked my father doubtfully, and my father smiled: "Now that life is better, who still eats that tofu?" "At the feast, it was all meat dishes.
I was both lost and happy. Yes, the poor life of the hometown people should be over, will the old tofu with a strong fragrance become a memory?
No, that day to the city's wet market to buy vegetables, suddenly saw a stall hanging a banner, written on the "Guanpo tofu", can't help but light up. Walking up to me, the female treasurer in her 40s asked me in a native dialect: "How much do you want?" I said, "Two pounds." She punched a piece sharply. I asked her, "Can I sell it?" She smiled and said, "Sell fast, three times a day (plate)." I said, "I thought no one had bought it!" She said: "You don't know, our tofu there is famous, Sanmenxia, Luoyang, Xi'an people love to eat, everyone comes out to do tofu business, business is good." The township also set up a processing factory to make dried tofu, which sold a lot. ”
The words of my fellow countrymen made me happy again. Hometown people don't eat much, but foreigners like it, then it will definitely exist for a long time. One day, these tofu may even cross the ocean and go to the world...
Source: Henan Daily