I went down the dirt slope road under the walnut tree, pushed open the fence door made of branches, and came to the yard of my grandmother's house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Grandma's yard is different from ordinary people's houses, there are two gates, east and west, this side is on the defense road, and that side is the lane leading to the team, and the road is the river. Entering the courtyard is facing the grape trellis across the yard, there are more than 20 square meters, occupying a quarter of the yard, this is one of the happiness in the memory of Zhang Xingming in the previous life, climbing the grape trellis to pick grapes, the grapes are wild in the mountains to dig back and graft, the fruit is not big, black purple purple, very sweet, at this time has been in the spring breeze out of the green buds. A few chickens walked under the grape trellis, while walking on the ground to dig something, the grape trellis used to be a pigsty, it is estimated that it is a piglet that has just been caught in the new year, humming and chirping in the circle, the pigsty is four meters long, and the head is the east gate of the courtyard. In the middle of the house, the old wooden door was open, and my grandfather stood at the door looking at this side, with a kind smile on his face.

"Qingzhi is here. "Grandpa spoke slowly.

"Ah, send the two children here for a few days, it's a little busy over there, the junior is too young, Gui Xin has to go to work again, and I don't have time to take it. Dad carried the big bag, and while promising his grandfather, he entered the house and put the big bag of 100 catties on the kang. In the last life, my father was like this, a big bag of 1,200 catties was carried from the south tomb to my grandmother's house, and from my grandmother's house to the south tomb, which brought happiness to my mother and hope to my grandmother, until Zhang Xingming and my brother were older, it should be around ten years old, and every time I came back, I could help carry twenty or thirty pounds, and my father was a little easier.

"Take these things, you have everything at home, you can keep them, there are many mouths at home, what are you doing with this. Grandpa helped Dad put the bag down and said.

"It's not easy to come back now, there are only two of you at home, and Gui Xin is always hanging (worried), we have to be stronger over there, and the factory is divided. Dad patted the ash on his body and replied.

Zhang Xingming was carried into the house by his grandmother, and when he saw the old cat on the North Kang, he broke down from his grandmother and pounced, and the cat jumped up, looked at Zhang Xingming, and left with a scream. (At that time, the rural areas of Northeast China were generally north and south kang, that is, there were two kang shops in a house, three meters apart, head to head when sleeping, and later brick houses were built, which was estimated to be a cost problem, and it was generally rare to see who had a south kang at home)

"Hehe, this old cat is not easy to get, don't scratch it. Grandma touched Zhang Xingming's head. In fact, Zhang Xingming doesn't like this cat, it's just that this cat has been raised in his grandmother's house for more than ten years, and it is also an important part of his memory, so he was a little excited to see it.

When everyone entered the house, the grandfather moved the table, took out the food in the pot and put it on the table, and asked Zhang Xingming to eat. Sauerkraut stewed potatoes, aged sauce fried in egg and meat oil, added some chili peppers from his own field, dipped in stubble green onion sprouts and wild vegetables that have just emerged from the ground, cornmeal potstickers, it tastes fragrant.

In the rural areas of Northeast China, a large iron pot is used for cooking, even the rice is burned with the kang, after eating, add some water to the pot, set up a wooden partition, put the rest on it, and then cover the lid, there is a dark fire in the stove in spring, autumn and winter all day long, and it will not be cold for most of the day, and the kang has always been hot. (Actually, I've been wondering if almost everything in the Northeast is eaten raw with sauce in summer, is it because the kang is too hot)

In Zhang Xingming's memory, the sauerkraut potatoes stewed by grandma are really delicious, every time I miss it, I will drool, in fact, this year, especially in the countryside, stewed vegetables are put some meat oil, meat is not at all, monosodium glutamate is almost not put (can not be bought), what I miss is just a kind of dear taste or feeling.

After eating, my father opened the big bag he carried, which contained white flour, rice, meat and oil, as well as a pair of shoes for each of my grandfathers.

Ten catties of soybean oil are for grandma's family, the meat is fifteen catties of fat for grandma's family to boil oil (boiled lard), white flour and rice are the same size three packs, the big one is thirty catties each, which is for grandma's family, and the small two portions are twenty catties each to Zhang Xingming's grandfather.

Dad carried the things for his grandfather and led Zhang Xingming to the village, but his brother didn't follow because he knew a lot of things when he was older, because Zhang Xingming's grandmother died early, and his grandfather had an extremely different attitude towards the six children, and he was the worst for Zhang Xingming's father, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was reluctant to give a single potato.

The road to the village is relatively smooth, and after walking for about half an hour on the road of five or six miles, I saw the big river in the village, and several ancient willows that could not be said to be of age stood by the river, and the waist of the tree was more than one meter thick. On the other side of the river is where the villagers live, and the houses are lined up along the hill, with a lane in between. Zhang Xingming's old courtyard (old house) is in the middle of the village, originally like a fortress, there is a big archway, which was smashed in the past few years, leaving only a few broken walls and a few old houses, and now the grandfather's youngest brother lives here. Zhang Xingming's grandfather lives in the old courtyard directly across the street, separated by a driveway, and several other grandfathers live at the back of the old courtyard, no longer alive, and the descendants are not close to each other.

I crossed the river by stepping on the bridge with stones, climbed halfway up the hill along the driveway, and arrived at the place.

Zhang Xingming's uncle has died of a work injury at this time, grandpa and Zhang Xingming's second uncle live together, the fifth uncle came back from the army and got married on the other side of the Sidao River and did not come back, the fourth uncle, the sixth uncle also went out to live alone.

It is said that the naming of many places in the rural areas of Northeast China is the head to the ditch, the second ditch, the head of the river, and the second river. I don't know who it is, according to what rules, and where it started.

"Dad, I'm back, how are I doing?" Dad entered the house and put the bag he was carrying on the side of the kang, took out the rice noodles and put them on the kang table, and greeted the grandfather who was sitting there smoking. "Can't die. Grandpa rolled his eyes, glanced at the rice noodles placed on the kang, and said, "Do you still take this little thing back? ”

There are indeed not many rice and noodles, twenty catties of rice, twenty catties of white noodles, but they are solid and good things in this era.

Most of the mountainous areas in the Northeast do not produce rice or wheat, and since it is a large mountainous area like Zhang Xingming's family, there is no place to buy it if there is money in this era, let alone no money. Zhang Xingming's family relied on the capital to eat in the city, and at that time it was a limited supply, and his mother's household registration was in the countryside, so there was no food at all.

Dad doesn't care about grandpa's words, it must be his own father, and he just needs to get his heart.

"Where's the second brother?" Dad folded up the cloth that wrapped the things and held it in his hand and asked Grandpa.

"I'm too busy to take care of you. Grandpa lowered his eyebrows and smoked a cigarette, and replied without being salty or light.

Dad didn't say anything more, and led Zhang Xingming out of the door, from beginning to end, grandpa didn't even look at Zhang Xingming.

When I walked to the gate of the courtyard and met Zhang Xingming's second aunt, I smiled and said, "Qingzhi is back, this is the army, right?" Dad nodded and responded: "This is the second child, the army is not coming." ”

Then staggered over, Zhang Xingming followed his father down the lane to cross the bridge and out of the village. (I forgot to mention earlier, the lane refers to the ox cart)

After crossing the river, Dad picked up Zhang Xingming and put it on his shoulder, and the two walked towards Grandma's house.

Zhang Xingming didn't have any impression of his grandfather in his last life, so he remembered that he should have beaten his brother with a crutch on the ground this winter, which made his grandmother scold him for a long time, and he died after a fall next summer. In winter, my mother wanted to eat a few potatoes and the second aunt didn't give it, and I wanted to borrow a pot from my grandfather's house, and the second uncle and the fifth uncle were not allowed to borrow it, so when I came back in this life, Zhang Xingming didn't have any thoughts (ideas) about them in his heart, and he didn't interact.

"Dad, let's not send anything anymore, just give everything to grandma. ”

"That's your grandfather, can you not give it? No matter how bad it is, it's also grandpa. Dad raised his hand and patted Zhang Xingming's buttocks and said.

"It's gone next year, and I don't have to send it in the future, so I can't please it. Zhang Xingming accidentally said what was in his heart.

Dad stopped, took Zhang Xingming off his shoulder, and slapped his buttocks a few times: "What nonsense? Do you say that about the old man? Don't talk nonsense in the future, listen?" Zhang Xingming rubbed his buttocks and nodded.

Dad sighed, hugged Zhang Xingming and continued to walk towards his grandmother's house, but he looked dull. Zhang Xingming knew that his father was the most filial person, and he must feel uncomfortable, but he couldn't help it.

Back at grandma's house, grandpa was burning stubble in the field, grandma was already cooking, brother was waving in the yard with a firewood on his head, Zhang Xingming covered his eyes, brother, dad is in a bad mood, you hit the muzzle. Sure enough, Dad put Zhang Xingming on the ground, grabbed his brother in the past to snatch the firewood and threw it aside, waving his hand was a fat beating, and the one who screamed was miserable.

Fortunately, grandma came out to drink my father, and ended my brother's "big meal", and my brother rubbed his ass and ran to the vegetable field to find grandpa.

The miscellaneous fish sauce eaten at night, the meat stewed with dried eggplant, Zhang Xingming was sweating all over his head, and the taste in his memory was so delicious.