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When I was a child, my father was "amazing" in my eyes. He did a few "remarkable" things. As soon as he drank a few bowls of rice wine, he always loved to put his "extraordinary" experience in front of our sisters and brothers.

When he returned home from the army, he was full of blood, and when he knew that he would stay in the place of "Wendou" for the rest of his life, he thought about building a house. There are fir trees on the mountain, and there are large cedar forests, and they can't be cut down. But at that time, the fir forests were collective, and the wood used for the creation of houses had to apply to the team and the brigade. After earning a day's work, my father lit a torch and went to the wooden building of the squad leader De Qinbo, drank rice wine with De Qinbo for half a night, smoked leaf cigarettes for half a night, and put a door for half a night, and waited until the pot of vegetables on the fire pit was finished, and then Uncle De went into the house, took out a red cloth bag from under the pillow, opened it layer by layer, took out a small official seal, and covered it on the piece of paper that my father handed over, and the matter was done.

When the weather is fine, call a few middle-aged people in the village, carry axes to the mountains to cut for a day, and the wood of one house is enough. When they come back in the evening, everyone comes back with a large piece of wooden bark, unfolds it, compacts it, and becomes a high-quality "tile", ready to be used to build a house in the future.

After doing all this, my father went to the village to cut a few catties of fat pork and beat a few catties of rice wine to make a tooth sacrifice according to the custom.

At that time, it was a "good thing" to have the opportunity to help people work, anyway, there was strength, and idleness was idle, so it was better to help people cut wood, transport wood, tired and rest, addicted to smoking leaf cigarettes, and talking to the door, it was a very happy thing, not to mention that there were large pieces of fat to eat at night, and there were large bowls of rice wine to drink. This kind of thing is called "helping the way to live" in Wendou, and no wages are given. Anyway, the village is so big, and there are only so many people, you help me, I help you, and over time, it has become a habit. What's more, things like building a house, marrying and funeral, etc., are originally everyone's business.

The few catties of pork that my father bought were eaten up in a few moments, and the four of us sisters and brothers, each of whom got a few small pieces, mixed with oil soup to eat, was very fragrant. When we finished the first bowl of rice, we went to eat the vegetables, and there were only green vegetables in the pot. My mother specially washed a large pot of green vegetables for my father to drink, and put salt in the boiling water, and the green vegetables could be eaten as soon as they boiled in the pot.

In fact, the taste of green vegetables is very astringent and a little bitter, but my father and they ate it very well.

Those catties of rice wine were not enough to drink, and my father and they all drank wine in bowls, and when a bowl of wine was raised, his head was tilted, and his neck was "coo-dong" and went down for a while.

The father called his brother to go to the village to drink, and there was an attack of alcohol in the body, and the father regained the temperament of a soldier, and the action of taking money from the pocket of the old military uniform was more neat than usual, and the mother was a little distressed when she watched from the sidelines. At that time, rice wine was a dime and two cents a catty, and my father bought it for ten catties, one yuan and two dimes! That's one-tenth of a month's salary for my father's teaching.

The matter of running errands and drinking was always left to my brother, and in my father's words, "What do you want to do?" The implication is as if he raised his son to help him drink. I still remember when I was a child, I had a red plastic pot at home, which could hold 10 catties of wine, and my brother could lift it and trot all the way. It's an honor to be able to drink for adults, and looking at my brother's proud expression, I always have some jealousy in my heart, but I'm still young, and it's not my turn to do this. My brother always had to take a sip secretly on the way back from buying wine, and he told me this little secret quietly. "It's very fragrant"! My brother always said mysteriously, which made me very envious. In fact, children in rural areas are looking forward to growing up, being adults, and doing things that adults do, such as smoking and drinking, is very tempting.

It was late at night, and the uncles who had come to help were drunk and went back with torches.

When my father was drunk, he always had endless words, or he quarreled with his mother until midnight. When everything calmed down, my siblings and I slept soundly in the attic, so much so that my father couldn't wake us up when he made a noise about the wooden building on my mother.

The small mountain village is quiet, and only rice wine still catalyzes some instinctive impulses of men and women in the village.