This time, several people came to the food stall gathering place in the southwest corner of the market. The scene in front of them overwhelmed Wang Yong and Dawei. The familiar food stalls of my childhood memories are gone, and only the restaurants on both sides of the road are open. And every business is not bad. People come and go, bustling, very lively. The two looked at each other, what was the situation? What about the fried fritters in my childhood memories? What about the ones who sell steamed buns and steamed buns?

Wang Qian looked at the two people in a daze behind her, and retreated a little impatiently, saying, "Let's go!" People are starving to death. Take me to eat! I'm going to eat the tofu brain and fried dough sticks you said. ”

Wang Yong and Dawei panicked all of a sudden, the stall in their memory was gone, the Lao Yang in their memory was gone, and the taste in their memory was gone. Just when the two didn't know what to do, a voice sounded next to them: "You guys want to eat Lao Yang's fried dough and tofu brain, right?" Gone to school or worked? ”

The two turned around and saw that it was an old farmer in his fifties, with a dark complexion and simple clothes. Although the clothes are simple and shabby, they are very clean, which is very different from the ordinary old farmers in the village. In front of the old man was a pile of walnuts, which should have been made at home, and he took advantage of the market to exchange them for two dollars. Dawei hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Yes, uncle." We are in the middle of the mountain, and we have been outside for more than ten years, and I don't think of the fried dough tofu brain buns I ate when I was a child, so I couldn't help but rush over to try it. This time, I found that our market has changed a lot. I remember that Lao Yang's stall used to be at the entrance, but now it's good, it's all all kinds of storefronts. ”

When the old man heard about the personnel in the middle of the mountain village, he obviously had a smile on his face. looked at the three of them and said, "Halfway up the mountain?" Who are you, Wang Dahai? ”

When Wang Yong heard this, he should have known his uncle, and quickly took over the conversation: "That's my uncle." ”

When the old man heard this, he was stunned for a moment. stared at Wang Yong again and observed carefully. Wang Yong was a little hairy when he was looked at, and the old man spoke: "You are Wang Yong, right?" It's all grown. I heard that they are all village heads? Erhai (that is, Wang Yong's father, Wang Dajiang, should be called Dahai for the uncle, so Wang Yong's father is generally called Erhai by his elders and peers) is not blessed! ”

Hearing this, this old man is not only familiar with his uncle, but also with his father. But Wang Yong just couldn't remember who this person was? Just when Wang Yong was about to ask Xiaoguang to help search for it, Wang Yong saw a pile of walnuts in front of the old man, and the floodgates of memory opened suddenly.

As a child, he often came to the house. He and Wang Dajiang are elementary school classmates, named Cao Wei, from a neighboring village. Because he is the second in line, Wang Yong has always called him second uncle. The second uncle's eldest brother died of illness when he was a teenager, and there is a younger brother who is three years younger than him. Because the family was poor, his mother was sick and had no money for medical treatment, and the disaster was not only that his father accidentally fell off the cliff when he went up the mountain to work, leaving the brothers and no one to take care of them. The second uncle was very smart when he was a child, and he was the hope of the family, and everyone looked forward to the day when he could jump out of the countryside and become a city man with a job. However, in order to treat his mother's illness, the family spent all their family savings, and in order to reduce the burden on the family, he only dropped out of school in the first year of junior high school and returned to the village to plant fruit trees. Wang Yong remembers that every time the second uncle comes to the house, he will bring him some delicious and fun food. Maybe an apple, a few walnuts, or a sun-dried jujube...... The fruit tree planting jishu in his own family was taught to his father by the second uncle. It wasn't until later that I heard that the second uncle went to the south to work, but there was no news. I remember that at that time, Wang Yong often asked his father why his second uncle didn't come to see him for so long? Every time my father always sighed, touched Wang Yong's head, squatted on the side and smoked silently, without saying anything. Mom, this is always talking about evil! Until he grew up, Wang Yong didn't know what happened? No one in the village talked about it, probably forgetting that such a person once existed. The only person who knows the reason for this should be Wang Dajiang, the father who has the most relationship with the second uncle. But Wang Dajiang didn't say anything, and no one could ask anything out of his mouth.

The second uncle picked up a few peeled walnuts on the ground and handed them to Wang Yong and said, "Boy, I haven't eaten the second uncle's walnuts for so long, I want to eat them." Give, taste isn't this the taste? I left you a sack at home, and I thought I would send it to you in the next two days. ”

Looking at the old face of the second uncle, Wang Yong silently knotted, remembering the second uncle's love for him when he was a child, and his heart was full of emotion. Thinking of my parents who have passed away for many years, my eyes are not only a little moist. Gently put a walnut kernel in your mouth, and the sweet aroma characteristic of fresh walnuts fills your mouth. When I was a child, all the memories of my second uncle came out at once. Every year when the walnuts were ripe, the second uncle would bring Wang Yong a sack of walnuts, which made a group of children in the village drool with envy. Because there were no walnut trees in the village at that time, the children could only steal a few to satisfy their hunger for this delicious thing while the adults were not paying attention. And Wang Yong always goes to the second uncle to get it for himself openly. And the second uncle's orchard also has cherries, apricots, apples, pears, hawthorns, persimmons, and Wang Yong's favorite dates. Starting with the earliest ripening cherries in spring, Wang Yong's fruits continue until late October.

Looking at the loving gaze in the second uncle's eyes, Wang Yong choked up and said to the second uncle, "Second uncle, when did you come back?" Why don't you come to see me? ”

The second uncle looked at Wang Yong lovingly: "Why do you still love flowing golden beans so much!" is going to be the head of the village, but he can't be so unproductive. ”

Wang Qian listened quietly to the conversation between the two, and didn't understand what kind of relationship her brother had with this peasant uncle, why did she cry? Dawei, as a buddy who grew up with Wang Yong, still has some understanding of the second uncle, so he pulled Wang Qian aside to explain the relationship between the two, as well as some previous stories, but he didn't know that the second uncle Weishenme would leave at that time, and where did he go?

When Wang Qian and Dawei came back, Wang Yong had already helped the second uncle put the walnuts into the bag. A bag full of walnuts, which can have more than 50 catties of walnuts, was easily carried on Wang Yong's shoulder. The other hand supported the second uncle and came over to the two of them.

"Second uncle, this is Dawei, do you remember?" Wang Yong introduced it to the second uncle.

"I remember, I don't remember. That time, you two naughty devils went up the tree to pick walnuts by themselves, but he climbed too high to get down. Scared and crying in the trees. ”

Dawei, who was embarrassed by what the second uncle said, blushed rarely.

Wang Yong hurriedly introduced Wang Qian again, which can be regarded as relieving the siege of the dead party.

"Second uncle, this is my second master's grandson Queen Qian."

"Well, I heard. The little girl is so beautiful, does she have a mother-in-law? ”

The second master's question made Wang Qian blush, but she still replied: "Second uncle, I'm still in school!" ”

Dawei on the side finally adjusted, and returned to his usual Hang'er Lang and said: "Second uncle, we are here to drink tofu brain and eat fritters, do you always know where Lao Yang moved?" ”

"Follow the second uncle. Lao Yang stopped doing it the year before last, and now his son and daughter-in-law are doing it. Their family built a two-story house on the street, lived on the second floor, and used the first floor as a storefront for business. The second uncle said as he led the three of them down the street. After passing the police station, after walking a few steps, I saw a big sign "Lao Yang shop early".

Wang Yong and the three looked at each other and were dumbfounded. I didn't expect this shop to be next to the police station, and I just came out of here.

There are quite a few people in the shop, a middle-aged man about forty years old is frying fried fritters, and a person of about the same age is making steamed buns next to him. A young man in his twenties was busy greeting guests. Seeing Wang Yong and a few others, he immediately came over and greeted: "A few people, please." As he spoke, he led a few people to an empty seat and sat down. Without waiting for him to ask, Dawei couldn't wait to say: "One person will have a bowl of tofu brain, two fritters, and four more, not three buns." ”

The young man didn't leave after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Our steamed buns are now ten small steamed buns, not the big buns they used to be." ”

"Then let's go with two drawers first." Wang Yong put the walnut on the edge of his seat and looked up and said.

"Haode, come right away."

After a while, four bowls of tofu brain will be served on the table. I remember that when I was a child, I didn't get any marinade like the one in the city. It is a large bowl that is white and tender, and there is no seasoning in it. The seasonings are added on the table, including soy sauce, vinegar, homemade chili paste, and sugar. The bowls of tofu brains in front of me now are all marinated. At a cursory glance, there are fungus, daylily, peanuts, and coriander. Homemade pickles and pickles that were not available before were also added to the table. Wang Yong and Dawei couldn't wait to take a sip, the taste has not changed! The white and tender tofu brain wafts the fragrance of beans, and as soon as you enter it, the fresh and smooth texture with the thick flavor of beans suddenly slides down your throat and into your stomach. It's not like the tofu brain in the city that is mixed with too much water, or the taste is very coarse. The two didn't care about greeting Wang Qian and the second uncle, and began to add seasonings. Wang Yong added soy sauce and nothing else, and Dawei added more chili peppers. Before the two of them could come up with fried dough sticks and steamed buns, a bowl of tofu brain had already been drunk. Wang Qian pretended to be a lady in small sips, but when Wang Yong was about to stretch the spoon into her bowl, he immediately sped up the speed of drinking. Only the second uncle was still drinking unhurriedly.

"Eight fritters, two drawers of buns, you have all ordered."

"I'm coming to three bowls, not four bowls of tofu brain." David shouted.

Wang Yong didn't care about anything else, so he took a fritter first. There are large fritters with the thickness of a child's arm and a length of more than ten centimeters, which are fried golden and crispy. The skin exploded into bubbles and shattered at the slightest touch. Put it in your mouth and bite it gently, click, and with a crisp cracking sound, a mixed fragrance of oil and noodles makes people swallow involuntarily. The outside is charred and the inside is tender, the skin is crisp and yellow, and it is very tough. It's really the same taste as when he was a child, but Wang Yong is not as sweet as he ate when he was a child.

Dawei has no love for fritters, he likes meat buns. The buns in the store are not as thin as the buns in the city, and the skin should be said to be very appropriate, and the bottom skin is soaked in soup and the bite is full of sweetness. The filling is cabbage and pork filling, which has a lot of oil and water, and it has a greasy feeling when you bite into it. Just because there is fat in it, Wang Yong never eats steamed buns on the street. And this greasy bun just makes rural people feel real and delicious. As for the fear of getting fat and not daring to eat or losing weight and not being able to eat, etc., in the minds of rural people, they think that it is definitely because they are full and have nothing to do.

The two drawers of buns were quickly killed by Dawei, and Wang Yong hurriedly helped the second uncle and Wang Qian grab two of them. Wang Qian also only shouted that big viagra can be eaten better than pigs. The second uncle quietly watched these juniors bickering on the side, slowly drinking tofu brains and eating fritters.

Drinking tofu brain with marinated seeds and listening to the noisy sound in his ears, Wang Yong not only pondered in his heart. The development of this era has brought a new generation to the old. With the passage of time, the ignorant young children of the year have become young men, and the young men of the year have become old men. The tofu brain in the memory of the year can no longer taste the taste of the year, which may be the price of growth!

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