In the early sixties, there was a serious food shortage in China, and the breweries, which were costing a lot of food, naturally shut down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Mr. He also left the factory and returned to the countryside of Daxing to continue farming. It wasn't until the early 70s, when the brewery resumed production, that the old workers who knew beer brewing technology were no longer easy to find, and Mr. He was invited back to the factory. This time it was sixteen years, and the old man He was old and couldn't do it anymore, but he was full of feelings for the factory, and he didn't want to leave anymore, so he simply helped to look at the gate, clean and clean, and no longer wanted to go back to his hometown.

When Old Man He said this, Da Jiang couldn't help but be curious, and asked: "Uncle He, you have been in this factory for half your life, have you ever seen that ghost?"

Old Man He smiled at Da Jiang, "You said you haven't seen it, that's definitely impossible, but I've never seen that thing face to face like those later generations." But sometimes, when you're lying in the house, you can hear someone walking by the side of the house, like barefoot, and the voice is very soft. Sometimes, when you walk around the factory, you will feel that something is following you, staring at you somewhere, but when you look back, there is nothing. ”

"This kind of thing, you have encountered it a lot, so you don't take it seriously, that thing never provokes you, even my old dog is not strange. However, the elderly workers in the factory have a habit of making a bottle of canned wine every time they make it during the New Year's festival and every time they brew in the factory, which is a tribute to Da Yang and Eryang. How many years, it has been preserved. But the next morning, the wine will be taken away, rain or shine. But over the years, the old people have left one by one, and it is estimated that there are not many bottles left in a year. ”

The more Oe listened, the more bizarre he became, and he asked, "Isn't it possible for anyone to see who took the wine?"

"Yes, at the beginning everyone was still curious, someone turned off the lights and lay on the windowsill and waited, and in the second half of the night, they would see a black mass of human-shaped things, take the wine bottle, like Chen Feng, and disappear in the blink of an eye. But no one dared to go out of the house to chase it, and then they got used to it, and no one took it seriously. Old Man He said this, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and added.

"In fact, when the first wine was placed in front of the house, the wine was never taken away, and I remember that it only started when the factory resumed production in '73. And this custom, I can't tell where it came from, the old residents around the factory, many of whom are not employees of the factory, will also put bottles of wine during the festival. ”

Turning out of Old Man He, Da Jiang's mind was a little more chaotic. It stands to reason that some folk legends and customs of ghosts and gods have nothing to do with the sinking of the body in the brewery. But Eryang and the corpse in the brewing tank died in the same way, and the loopholes in the security work in the factory are precisely related to the claims of these ghosts and gods, are these all coincidences? Thinking about it this way, Old Man He spent the morning going through the brewery's past and present lives to himself, and it should not be idle chatting. But what does Old Man He want to tell himself when he goes around in such a big circle?

Oe turned out of the brewery, only to find that it was past noon. My stomach really felt a little empty at this time. In the alley, more than 100 meters away from the distillery, Dajiang saw a small door, the door was open, and there was a black-on-gold signboard on the door's eyebrows "Four Friends". At this time, a few customers were coming out of it, and it was supposed to be a small restaurant.

Dajiang took a few steps forward, and a rich halogen fragrance came to his face. Da Jiang suddenly felt that his front heart was close to his back, and his hunger was infinitely stimulated. I simply walked a few quick steps and entered the restaurant.

At this time, most of the diners at noon have finished eating and left, going to work, doing errands, seven or eight small tables are crowded in small shops, and there are only one table and two customers left, but it seems a little empty.

This is a typical home-cooked restaurant in old Beijing, with similar storefronts, decoration styles, furniture furnishings and even the style of dishes and chopsticks. But Oe noticed that the small shop had a large cauldron at the entrance, and a pot of stewed stew was steaming inside.

Boiled this kind of old Beijing food, many outsiders really can't accept it, intestines, belly, liver, heart, lungs, these pig internal organs are mixed together, a pot of marinade slowly stewed, it seems, those pigs are floating in the turbid soup, it looks extremely terrifying. When eating, take out a bowl, put a large piece of fire, sprinkle some green onions, coriander, and two cloves of garlic for the heavy taste, which is really a rare delicacy in the world.

Behind the cauldron sat an old man in his sixties, not tall and weighing. With a big belly, he is holding a puff fan and keeps fanning. Seeing Dajiang coming in, he was stunned at the pot stew, and hurriedly greeted: "Come here, taste it, the braised stew is boiled on the morning this morning, and the fragrance is guaranteed." ”

Oe nodded and asked for a bowl. When the old man gave him a boil, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of half a bottle of beer beside him, but it didn't seem to be the five rings, so he asked, "Shopkeeper, you bring me another bottle of beer, you stay next to the brewery, why don't you drink the five rings?"

The shopkeeper nodded, and said with a smile: "Braised beer is beer, how to eat it." Do you like to drink the five rings?"

Dae nodded, but noticed that the shopkeeper's expression was a little wrong, as if something was blocked in the eyes of the noise. The shopkeeper was also a person who couldn't hold back his words, looked left and right, saw that there was no one else, stood up and leaned next to Dajiang, and whispered: "It seems that you don't know, a few days ago, a corpse was found in the wine storage tank in the fifth ring, soaked for more than half a month, the whole length of maggots, too far away, who dares to drink it now? You still have to change the bottle of Yanjing." As he spoke, he dragged a bottle of Yanjing from his side and handed it to Dajiang.

Da Jiang said in his heart, it seems that Director Liu's worries are slowly becoming a reality. I simply sat down next to the shopkeeper and chatted more and more while eating.

Dajiang praised two sentences of this stewed authenticity, the material is full of flavor, fragrant but not greasy, especially the frozen tofu that sinks underneath, absorbs enough taste, other families do not have it, it is definitely an innovation. The shopkeeper laughed a few times, took out a plate of braised chicken feet, and must taste it. On the other hand, he also told Dajiang that this Zeng family has been boiled to him, and it is already the sixth generation, and if Beijing City talks about the history of making stew, I am afraid that no store is earlier than Zeng's family.

Hearing what Old Man Zeng said, Da Jiang suddenly felt that the large intestine in his mouth suddenly had a sense of historical plumpness, and even the overflowing juice was full of Cangsang. It seems that the casual flattery just now is not entirely true. That is to say, Dajiang simply climbed up the pole.

"Chef Zeng, disrespectful and disrespectful, I didn't expect that there is still the taste of this past life in the depths of this alley, so isn't your store earlier than the Wuhuan Brewery?"

Old Man Zeng nodded with a smile, and the big pu fan danced whirringly. "You're a good eye, ten years before Heersheng. When the distillery was not established, this area was a slum, and the ancestors opened this small shop to barely make ends meet, and the customers were poor people who had a meal but did not have a meal. At the beginning, it was not a matter of picking up pigs and sheep that were not rare to eat in large families and stewing them in a pot of water, but they were a ninth-rate food, and they did not think that they could be passed down from generation to generation. ”

Having said this, Old Man Zeng's smile gradually faded, and he had a more sad look, he paused for a moment, and then continued. "Back then, Da Yang, Er Yang built a factory, spent all the accumulation, borrowed a lot of foreign debts, the factory was built, the old residents outside Guang'an Gate all thought of their good, the most bitter time, saved a lot of people. Our family's business is also thanks to him, the old residents around have jobs, and there are many merchants who come and go, so there is business to do. Seeing that Old Man Zeng was talking about the topic, while he was lighting a cigarette, Da Jiang interjected again.

"Old man Zeng, I heard from the people in the factory that in order to worship Da Yang and Eryang, the surrounding residents still have a habit of placing bottles of wine at the door during the New Year's Festival?"

"Your surname? Aren't you from the factory? Old Man Zeng squinted at Da Jiang and was a little surprised.

"Hey, I'm a little bit of business cooperation with the factory, and I usually like some wild history allusions, and I chatted with Uncle He in the communication room in the morning, and he said a few words. Da Jiang was busy explaining, for fear that Old Man Zeng would recognize his identity and cut off the conversation.

Old Man Zeng nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and turned back to the topic just now.

"In fact, it is not a way to worship Dayang Eryang, but a way to eliminate disasters and avoid evil. Around the beginning of the seventies, something very strange happened to our neighborhood. At first, the cooperative always threw some liquor and beer in the middle of the night. The door is well locked, and the window is locked, but it will still be lost. In those years, wine was expensive, and everyone drank it during the New Year's holidays, and there was not much wine in the cooperative. ”

"Later, when there was no alcohol in the cooperative, the wine in the canteen began to be lost, and then in the residents' homes, no matter how well you hid it, the wine would disappear. When the brewery resumes production, the liquor in the warehouse is still lost. But no one has ever seen a wine thief. Later, I don't know who said it, it was everyone who didn't toast the god during the festival, and Da Yang Eryang made a meritorious wine, but was unjustly killed, and the god of wine was angry, so he accepted everyone's wine. If you want to avoid this evil spirit, put a bottle of wine on the windowsill at the door during the festival and worship the god of wine, and it will naturally be a peaceful year. ”

Seeing that Old Man Zeng was right, Da Jiang couldn't help but shake his head, "Dionysian, uncle, if there really is a god of wine, how can there be a loss of wine only after the seventies? You still don't really believe it, do you?"

(The ancients said, "The one who gets the bird is the one who has one eye.") However, if you look at it, you won't be able to get a bird. The reason why birds can fly far away is because of the power of the six feathers, but without the help of the feathers, they can't fly far. "It's a big deal to push it, and it's useless to use it. Therefore, Huizi said that Zhuangzi said: "Zi's words are useless." Zhuangzi said: "Knowing is useless and can be used with words." The world is not wide and large, and the use of people is enough for the ears. However, if you cut your feet and pad them to the Yellow Spring, are you still useful?" Keiko said: "It's useless." Zhuangzi said: "However, it is also clear that what is useless is used." --"The Long and Short Scriptures")