The first time I saw Xiaoyi, she was still in junior high school in the town. It was the weekend and she went home. A little man with a ponytail and a youthful smile on his face. She plays with her son, who calls her sister Xiaoyi. Later, she came to Hangzhou and went home. My son gave up his small room and let Xiaoyi's sister live there.
Xiaoyi's home is in Juren Village, Fuyang. The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and a village road is the only way to connect with the outside world. The village road is very long, about 3 kilometers. Every time, Xiao Yi has to take this road to get home. Xiaoyi's home is in the middle of the village. There is a small yard in front of the door. There is a stream in front of the yard. The stream flows down from the mountain, and sometimes, occasionally, after it rains, there will be turbulence.
The village is the hometown of the former 123 hospital director Fang. Six hundred years ago, the village moved from Zhuji, accompanied by Fang's surname. There is an ancient maple tree in the west of the village, which has been preserved so far. More than 600 years old, it is regarded as a sacred tree by Fang. In this village, all the Fangs in the past dynasties lived on bamboos all over the mountain and lived an unremarkable life. There have been many stories in the village, but what makes people surnamed Fang most proud is that during the reign of Qianlong Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty, a martial artist named Fang appeared in the village. He practiced martial arts since he was a child. One year, he went to Hangzhou to take an exam and was admitted to the martial arts Juren. When there are people in the village, Fang calls this village a "pit". During the Republic of China, in order to oppose the feudal imperial examination system, it was changed to Juren Village.
Dean Fang is an only child. After joining the army, his mother lived in the village. The village is full of Fang families, and several generations support and take care of each other. The small family is a one-room relative of Fang's family.
Dean Fang is an old comrade-in-arms of my father. Every time I come to Hangzhou, I always welcome guests. One to two, I met Xiaoyi's parents, and my son had Xiaoyi's sister.
Xiaoyi's father is a Fang. Xiaoyi's mother is a foreigner, and her home is in Longmen ancient town on the other side of the mountain. Xiaoyi's mother crossed the mountain and married in a small mountain village. Xiaoyi's mother was beautiful when she was young, and now she can still see her blurred face.
After finishing junior high school in the town, Xiaoyi went to Fuyang to study in high school, and then went to Shanghai to study in university. After graduating from Shanghai Maritime University, Xiaoyi stayed in Shanghai and found a job.
Two years ago, Xiaoyi brought her boyfriend back from Shanghai. He proposed to hold a rural wedding banquet for Xiao Yi in a small mountain village. Xiaoyi's father accepted the cost of the wedding banquet and returned the rest of the money to his son-in-law.
Rural wedding banquets are made by rural chefs who specialize in wedding banquets. The ingredients, cooking utensils, pots and pans used in the wedding banquet are all brought by the team led by the chef. However, Xiaoyi's parents are still not at ease. They are all villagers and have a face.
In the countryside, there are no magnificent halls, no dazzling lights and no noble guests. But in the countryside, there is fresh air, moist earthy breath and wrinkled mountain people. This is a grand feast.
Rural wedding banquets require a lot of preparation. Xiaoyi's father built a shed in the yard and a shed beside it. The greenhouse is for eating, and the shed is for burning. At eight o'clock in the morning, the chef came into the yard with four female side dishes and began to prepare.
After scalding the hooves with boiling water, put the zongzi leaves into the bottom of the pot, then stack the hooves layer by layer, pour the cooked juice and stew for four hours. The pot boiled and the smell of hooves filled the whole village. Fish and shrimp are essential, and turtle and lobster are among them. The vegetables were picked by Xiaoyi's mother from the field. The chef told me that the price of 22 dishes 1 soup per table is only 1/3 of the hotel in the city. At three o'clock in the afternoon, firecrackers exploded, and the groom took the bride into the village. At five o'clock, the wedding reception begins.
There are no seats at the village wedding banquet, so everyone can sit down at will. Although there are no exquisite dishes, sculptures and knives in city hotels, every dish is true. It's hard to organize a wedding reception, but I enjoy it and feel warm in my heart. Eating is a kind of warmth, and eating is a kind of nostalgia.
The wedding reception is over. At the wedding reception, Xiaoyi's parents didn't stand on the stage, holding a microphone, like parents in the city, telling everyone some words of blessing for their children. They have been busy, facing their newly welcomed relatives, and turned to send them away. The drinker seems a little drunk, but he can still drink. People who eat also want to eat more. I wonder if there will be another dish. Throughout the evening, the sound of one dish after another, as well as the fragrance floating with the dishes, flashed in front of everyone from beginning to end. This village has not been so busy for a long time. Everyone who should go to school went to the city, and everyone who should go to work also went to the city. It's just that the Spring Festival is coming, those who should come back will come back eventually, those who shouldn't, and those who don't. And tonight's wedding banquet, but the expectations of the other party in the left heart have been heated up.
The people who drank and ate gradually dispersed, and the bright lights turned off. Only the street lamps on the village road were still on, illuminating the villagers' way home. 10, the night in the mountain village is already cold. When I looked up, I saw the stars all over the sky, but they were full of words of blessing.
In the early morning, the mountain village was shrouded in a thin layer of morning fog. With the cock crowing, people in the village started a new day. The city people who attended the wedding banquet left the village one after another. Xiaoyi will also go back to Shanghai. She took his hand and walked out of the small mountain village for 3 kilometers.