Things about village flowers

I just ate grilled crab roe, and I’m thinking about eating yellow moths again. Don’t get me wrong, the yellow moths I’m talking about are not really yellow moths, but the mountain mushrooms that my family refers to. That’s why we call mountain mushrooms yellow moths. , because it looks like a yellow moth. It is original or first-of-its-kind in my hometown. It has an absolute patent. Few people outside my hometown know this name.

The yellow moths in my hometown are very big. It is not uncommon to see them as big as a washbasin. It is difficult for a child to hold them. However, the most common ones are about the same size as the mouth of a bowl. But when it comes to deliciousness, it is better to say yes. The smaller ones are more tender. The best way to eat it is to stir-fry the yellow moth and the pork belly together, but you need to control the heat and stir-fry until the two become one and indistinguishable from each other. Only when it tastes like both the yellow moth and meat, is the cooking skill high. Therefore, the old people like to eat yellow moths as meat. As long as a little less meat is added, the taste or touch of meat can be brought out. It is smooth and fresh, fat but not greasy, and has an endless aftertaste.

Yellow moths like to grow in the grass under pine trees and are companions of pine trees. Summer is the breeding season for yellow moths. Especially in the morning after rain, in the misty and humid hillside pine forests, yellow moths spring up like bamboo shoots after the rain. Growing like crazy, this is the best time to pick yellow moths. At this time, the yellow moths are the freshest and have the best taste. However, the old folks never talk about picking yellow moths, but call them picking up yellow moths. It is obviously easier to pick up yellow moths than to pick them, which shows that there are many yellow moths and they are everywhere, so be creative.

In fact, I smelled yellow moths the morning before I returned to my hometown, but I held back for the time being. I just wanted to wait for the morning after the rain to go up the mountain to pick up yellow moths, so that I could pick up more and better yellow moths. Moths eat.

The hope finally came. This morning, when I heard water dripping from the eaves, I thought I was dreaming. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the window was dark blue and the sky was already dark. I immediately became energetic, climbed up to the window sill, and looked through the window lattice. Sure enough, I saw some water dripping, but the sky seemed to have cleared up. I grabbed the window lattice and couldn't help shouting, God-sent opportunity! First of all, I thought of Ling Liping. We had agreed that as long as we caught up with the morning after the rain, we would go up the mountain to pick up yellow moths together.

I put the basket on my shoulder and as soon as I walked out of the gate of my grandfather's house, I ran into Bai Liping, but she was not alone. There was a large group of people behind her. It was almost impossible to see the end at a glance. There were at least twenty or thirty people in this good guy. I admired Ling Liping. His organizational skills and appeal are also too strong.

It is an old tradition in the village that it is better to go up the mountain to pick up yellow moths in the morning if there are more people there, because in the past there were often wolves on the mountain in the early morning. If there are fewer people, it will be impossible to scare the wolves, which is quite dangerous. Although wolves have been extinct in my hometown for many years, everyone is still afraid of them. The psychological defense has not been completely abandoned. It is better to be on guard. This is how the old tradition is continued.

"Oops, the army is coming!"As soon as I saw Ling Liping, I looked at the large group of lively young people following her and shouted.

"Hahaha, and they are all our own people!"Ling Liping pulled a girl about her age behind her and said with a smile.

"ah?"I'm a little confused

"They are all members! Hee hee hee."Ling Liping said and laughed with the people behind her.

"Oh, the members of the commando team are so powerful in combat! Hahaha……"I teased, unable to hold back my laughter. Ling Liping is the propaganda committee member of the brigade branch and has always had a high prestige. Sometimes she can easily handle things that the league secretary cannot do. Behind her back, people call her the eldest sister of the Youth League Secretary. Her actual age is much younger than that of the Youth League Secretary.

"Hey, hey, hey," Ling Liping turned to everyone and said,"Brothers and sisters, since we finally got together today, we can't be too arrogant along the way. Oh, it's too boring. You have to be more energetic. If you have to move, the members of the group must have a youthful and lively look, such as singing a song, dancing, or even shouting a few times to make it lively and lively, how about it?!"

"That's one (of course)! My hands, feet, and throat have been itchy for a long time, and I am holding back a lot of energy! Hahaha."At this time, a young man with a red face and a strong appearance stood out from the crowd and shouted to Ling Liping. I recognized him. He was Ling Sijian, the organizing committee member of the Youth League branch. He was three years older than me.

"Hey hey hey, here I come, hehehe."At this time, a man ran up from behind shouting. It turned out to be Zhao Qingqing, the secretary of the Youth League, and he was here too. Everyone turned to him. Some people muttered and some complained. They were always procrastinating and could not serve as a role model. They were worried. There are too many children and the housework is too complex.

"Hi, Secretary, you are late."Ling Sijian shouted at him

"Haha, no, I'm sorry, it's late. I'm a little late. I shouldn't be late. Who knows, I've been squatting in the hut for a while, isn't this?……"Zhao Qingqing ran over and said out of breath.

Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this

"No, you will be punished if you are late. Secretary, these are the rules set by you. You have to set an example. Tell me, how should you punish yourself?"Ling Sijian grabbed Zhao Qingqing's arm and said.

Everyone followed, booing and punishing, hahaha, shouting and laughing.

Zhao Qingqing scratched his head, clapped his hands, and shouted,"You should be punished! In this way, I am the last to arrive, so now let me take the lead and sing"Run ahead along the road of socialism"."As he said that, he ran to the front of everyone. Everyone said yes in unison and lined up consciously. The long whip was swung , and the bang was heard.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, he drove the cart out of the village. Ahem

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Zhao Qingqing immediately walked to the front of the team and started singing, followed by men and women singing a chorus, which was both serious and lively. They sang happily all the way through the village road and along the mountain road to Dongshan to the east of the village.

After the singing was over, everyone arrived. There are sparse pine forests on the hillside facing the southwest. Yellow moths are densely packed in the dew-filled mountain grass, and they seem to be about to fly at any time. The fungus fragrance is accompanied by the warm and humid mountain wind. It blows into the heart and spleen. I felt relaxed and happy, and my teeth and cheeks were full of saliva, and my mouth was watering. I didn't care, and I was the first to pounce on the yellow moth. I was as proud as if I had caught a treasure. Although I am a novice, the yellow moth can pick up the yellow moth faster than anyone else. , Haha, but I can’t compliment the quality of the pick-up. I pick up yellow moths when I see them, grabbing my eyebrows and beard, and I don’t even know when I picked up poisonous mushrooms. In the end, after cleaning, I picked up the least yellow moths. It can be said that I only want to be quick, not interested. quality. What we pursue as pickers of yellow moths is purely a kind of fun.

Everyone immediately spread out on the grass like a big net and started to move individually. Under the pine trees and among the grass, figures as agile as sparrows were active, emitting laughter and laughter. Yellow moths turned and jumped into everyone's hands. In the blink of an eye, each basket was filled with oily yellow moths of all sizes.

In the morning sun, everyone’s faces were smiling as brightly as red apples. Our laughter and laughter echoed in the mountains, fields and villages along with the chirping of birds. We were carrying the warm morning light on our backs, and we were carrying more bags than we could hold. Deng Deng carried a basket of yellow moths, clucked his lips unconsciously, and hurried back to his home, where the yellow moths were waiting for him to be cooked.

Ling Liping did not return to her own home, but walked directly into my grandfather's house with me. Even the basket of yellow moths that someone picked up was handed over here. Without saying a word, she helped her grandma start making fried pork belly with yellow moths.

I just came back from washing my face and saw Ling Liping sitting in front of the stove with her head tilted, holding the fan (bellows) with one hand and lighting the fire with the other. Her pale face was reflected in the stove fire, and I sat on the floor unconsciously. When I got to her, she didn't notice me for a long time. She must have been too focused on this burning thing.

"Wow!"Ling Liping yelled and finally noticed me. She raised her hand and patted my shoulder and said,"I was scared to death. I thought a big bad wolf was coming next to me! Hee hee hee."As he said this, he couldn't help but look at me sideways and burst into laughter.

"Blah blah blah, dang dang dang……"I was intoxicated by her charming and shy smile, and the oil in the big iron pot was boiling. Grandma was stir-frying pork belly in the pot, and began to stir-fry yellow moths. The tangy meat aroma and the fresh aroma of yellow moths filled the whole pot house. (stove room), permeating the entire farmyard, the fragrance floats in the sky above the village, mixed with the yellow moth fried meat of many families, today is the time to eat meat!