Things about village flowers

The smell of steamed stinky meat buns (hereinafter referred to as stinky buns) (strictly speaking, it should be a stinky smell, but we smell it) came over me. My father was very excited, and the wrinkles on his face were all smiles. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten this delicacy, and I’ve tasted the taste of my hometown. I calculated with my fingers that I should have had it in half a year. The last time I ate the smelly buns was when Uncle Zhao went to the city to attend the county’s fourth-level cadre meeting (a county-level, county-level cadre meeting is held every year before the Spring Festival). It was secretly brought to my father when my mother was not at home during the meeting of four-level cadres of the commune, production brigade and squad. (My mother hates the smell of smelly buns the most. The smell can be smelled more than ten meters away. If there is a small breeze, it will You may not know how far the stinky smell will spread, but it is absolutely not allowed to be brought into the house. Once the mother discovers that there are stinky buns"invading" the house, the parents will inevitably have a big quarrel. Uncle Zhao can only give the stinky buns to his father to eat outside.) Woolen cloth.

As soon as he ate these stinky meat buns, my father thought about my grandma. When he was about to eat it, he burst into tears. Unknowingly, he ate the buns with tears in his eyes. Don't tell me, it tasted even better. Now I'm fine, I'm home, I can eat these stinky buns boldly and openly, and I'm eating them in front of my grandma, so I won't cry anymore.

As soon as I smelled the smell of stinky buns, my father couldn't sit still and tilted his head to the pot house from time to time. I understood and immediately ran to the pot house. Then I came back and reported to my father. Grandma said that the buns were almost cooked and would be out in a while. Pot.

The stewed chicken in a casserole on the table has only the chicken soup left. The yellow moth stir-fried meat has been sold out long ago, and most likely it was eaten by my father. The other two dishes, stir-fried tripe slices and scrambled eggs with chili pepper, still have"half of the country" left, so I took them out. Four bottles of Lao Baigan (brought by my father this time. When my father goes back to his hometown, he usually drinks the bottled wine he brings). Uncle Zhao and the other folks are taking advantage of Lao Baigan. They usually drink white wine that has been mixed with an unknown amount of water. The proportion is definitely more than that of wine, it can be said to be water and wine. No wonder my family rarely gets drunk.) I have drunk three bottles and there is one left. My father specially set it aside to eat stinky meat buns later. Ha Lao Baigan wine eats stinky buns. The more you eat, the more you get!

In fact, most of the three bottles of wine were consumed by father and Uncle Zhao. The two of them acted as if nothing was wrong, and they did not feel drunk at all. Both of them drank a lot, but they controlled it very well. It was rare for two people to get drunk.

After a pack of cigarettes, I came back from the pot house for the second time and reported to my father that my grandma had said that the fire had been turned off and that the smelly meat buns were steamed and they would be out of the pot after a while.

Father and Uncle Zhao lit up another pack of cigarettes, and the third bottle of wine had been opened and put aside, waiting to be poured when the smelly buns came. I wanted to give good wine in advance, but my father wouldn't let me, so I had to wait. The wine is poured after the stinky buns are brought to the table. In other words, the wine cannot be poured until the stinky buns are not available. I laughed secretly and thought, it feels a bit ritualistic.

My father and Uncle Zhao started blowing smoke rings at each other again. Suddenly the room was full of smoke, which made me feel uncomfortable. I had to run to the pot house in advance. When I came back, I didn't dare to enter the room. The smoke was thick and my vision was blurred. I could only stand there. Reporting to the people inside for the third time outside the threshold, grandma said, start the pot and pick up the smelly buns immediately, and they will be on the table soon.

"You go to the pot house and wait to get the buns. Hey, by the way, where is your grandfather? Where has he gone? No one was seen in the blink of an eye! In this case, you go and look for it first."My father said in the room. I could barely see his face clearly. The smoke in the room covered his face like a veil. The room was hazy like a fairyland.

""Well," I responded and said,"Oh, grandpa went to the cattle farm and said that he seemed to have forgotten to lock the door. He would go and take a look and come back.""After saying that, I trotted all the way to the cow farm.

Before I got close to the cow farm, I heard the laughter of my sisters. They decided to eat (fresh meat buns) first.

When I walked into the cow house of the cow farm, I saw in front of me The scene made me laugh. I saw my sister, Ling Simei, and Zhao Qingmei pulling the tail of a cow to tie pigtails. It really looked like that. Fortunately, they could imagine that this was my first time. See you for the first time. Grandpa is sitting on the knife beside him, holding a pipe and a pot, blinking his dim eyes and looking at it with interest. The cow stood very cooperatively, and looked back from time to time, looking very docile, with a smile in its eyes. I love it. This picture is so heartwarming. It would be great if I had a camera to take it. I would definitely win a prize if I took the photo to a photography exhibition.

I kept hiding at the door and watching, not wanting to disturb the scene, until the cow's tail was tied into a big braid. , I clapped my hands and said,"Wow, it's so beautiful!" Whose idea? Braid the cow's tail."

Sissi and the other three were just talking and joking around the braided cow's tail and didn't pay any attention to me.

"Who else could it be!"The grandfather on the side smiled and pointed at Sissi to me with his pipe and pot behind his back. I guess it's her.

"Grandpa, go home and eat stinky buns! My dad is waiting for you to go back to eat."I stepped forward and stood behind my sister, turned around and said loudly to my grandfather, just to attract my sister's attention.

"Hey, just eat first! Alas, every time you have to wait for me to eat together."As he spoke, the grandfather stood up and then called his sister and the others to go together,"Hey, I say you have had enough fun. It's time to go home. Quickly loosen the cow's tail. People also use it to swat mosquitoes and repel flies."

"Isn't it the same with braids like this?"My sister turned around and asked

"That’s different!"Grandpa stepped forward and said,"That cow's tail is equivalent to one of its hands. Think about it, if you tie it into a braid now, it is like tying up his hand. It's awkward to move it around."

"Oh, that's it!"My sister picked up the cow's tail and said,"It's finally done, how beautiful it is!" Alas, it’s just a flash in the pan!"After that, he motioned to Ling Simei and Zhao Qingmei to loosen their oxtail braids.

I couldn't hold back my laughter and said,"a flash in the pan." This little girl is quite good at using words. My sister turned around and rolled her eyes at me, and said Without saying a word, the three of them untied the braids that took a long time to tie and restored them to their original shape.

Then everyone went home together. But as soon as they arrived at the door of the house, the younger sister changed her mind and did not enter the house. Instead, she followed Ling Simei and Zhao Qingmei went to the brigade hall to teach everyone how to sing and dance. There is a possibility that my sister will have to go back to the city early tomorrow morning. The smelly buns have been served on the table, steaming hot, filling the room, and filling the yard with dissatisfaction. It was full of fragrant smell. My father and Uncle Zhao were waiting for grandpa to serve it, and the wine started to be eaten.