More than thirty years ago, my uncle opened a pub by the river at the head of the village. Old people in the village like to go there to order a bowl of yellow rice wine and talk for a long time after busy farming. In the mouth of uncles and aunts, Mr. Li is the poorest among the drinkers.
Miss Li was originally a Chinese teacher in a village-run primary school. At first, WG was criticized for writing posters written by some people, and was labeled as a counter-revolutionary. After the end of WG, it was rehabilitated, but it was past the retirement age, and finally it was compensated a little, and there was no retirement salary.
He is shabby because he never orders appetizers when drinking. At that time, rural pubs sold nothing. Because there are village-run restaurants and pubs in the village, it is equivalent to selling on a commission basis and gathering popularity. All the profits come from homemade snacks and snacks. If the drinkers don't order appetizers, the pub will close down. And this teacher Li, because he had no money, ordered a catty of yellow rice wine when he entered the pub, as long as 25 cents. He occasionally orders peanuts or edamame knots for a dime, but he never touches the slightly more expensive fried fish and grilled ribs.
At that time, I was only in primary school, and I liked to sit in a pub and listen to some old people "chat about the past" during the summer vacation. So I saw Mr. Li's "shabby"-you can really order a bowl of yellow wine in the pub after lunch and talk over it until the sun goes down.
However, sometimes, he will make some amazing moves, which will make the hotel owner feel that he is "shabby" more. Once, he sat down at a table near the water in a pub and took out a fishing line with an embroidery needle at one end. He took out a few dried grains of rice from his pocket, put them on an embroidery needle, hung them on the railing half a man high, and threw them into the river. After a while, I saw a shrimp clutching the rice grain and greedily eating it. He lifted the fishing line, but the shrimp still clung to the rice grain and refused to let go of its claws. He kept putting shrimps in the bowl, and in less than half an hour, he caught a dozen, and the rice grains were too soft to put on the needle. So he poured out the water in the shrimp bowl, asked his uncle for a cup of boiled water, boiled the shrimp directly, carefully peeled a shrimp with a little salt, dipped it in a little salt, sipped the wine and bit a small piece of shrimp. It feels like tasting delicious food. At first, when the salt powder was used up, he stretched out his voice and shouted, "Axiu, give me some more salt." . "Axiu" is my aunt's maiden name. When she came out with a spoonful of salt, she really said contemptuously, "Miss Li, you really know how to eat! Still so "family" ("family" means frugality in our dialect). Miss Li gave a wry smile and said "thank you for your gentleness" (thank you). People are lacking in ambition. What can we do?
It has been many years since Mr. Li died, and now the villagers sometimes mention his poor drinking capacity at that time. But in my eyes, I don't think he is shabby, but more is the helplessness of the poor.
There was an old couple. They had two daughters, and they both got married when they grew up. One day, the old man went to the big girl's house to play. The eldest daughter is very close to her father, so she invited a large table of people to accompany her and cooked a large table of dishes. After dinner, the old man went home and sighed when he came back. The old woman asked the old man, old man, what happened today? The big girl didn't greet you well today and didn't cook, the old man said. A few days later, the old man went to play with the little girl. The little girl knows that the old man likes drinking and there is no food at home. Busy in the field, she fried a plate of soybeans with the old man and put a pot of wine on the mill at home to let the old man eat alone. She went to work in the fields. In the evening, the old man came home, flushed and very happy. Seeing the old man so happy, the old woman asked, Old man, why are you so happy today? It can be seen that drinking is just like the saying goes, strange wine does not blame food, and few wines are swallowed quickly. Real drinkers don't care about food.
i am living out in the country. Speaking of drinking, the best person I have ever met is my uncle, who has seen more people drinking since he was a child. But it was the first time I saw my uncle drinking. It's not that he is particularly good at drinking. I admire him every time I see what he drinks. How can I drink like this?
My uncle is almost 60 and drinks several glasses of wine almost every day. According to my aunt, he gets bored every day without drinking, and looks in a bad state of mind every day. He feels like a smoker and wants to smoke very much. Every day when I am free, I will invite a few friends to my house to have a fight and drink. At first, my aunt will cook some snacks for them to eat and drink, but every day, who can stand it! Slowly, my aunt stopped making snacks.
Later, they will go to other people's houses to drink. Today, they will go to my house and his house tomorrow. Anyway, they just come by turns. After a long time, their friends stopped making snacks. Some families will hide the wine from drinking. They all drank all the wine in the house and broke up in discord. If you don't drink together, it doesn't mean that you don't drink. You will also collect change to buy wine at home. I used to plan to go to menstruation's house during the Spring Festival. My uncle called me the day before. When I come tomorrow, I don't need to bring anything. Bring two bottles of wine to my uncle.
Although my uncle is an alcoholic, he never drinks too much. I can only remember two or three times. He drank stagger, vomiting. In normal times, he can still, at least, communicate normally.
In order to prevent my uncle from drinking, my aunt really tried her best to strictly control the money in his pocket, hide the wine and put the food at home, which didn't work. Because my aunt knows that something will happen to her sooner or later if she drinks like this. It is not far from the hospital. He had a drinking buddy who drove his car into a ditch because of drinking, and neither the child nor he was rescued. Has already left.
When someone in the village held a wedding or funeral, my uncle would help others, not because he had two drinks, but also because he would take the opportunity to hide some wine for himself. When he was ready to drink, he didn't hide at home. The countryside is very big, and the wild is his hiding place.
Later, it was found that the wine he hid in the village was not enough for him to drink, and he would help others do some farm work. When he got paid, he went back to the supermarket in town to buy bulk liquor. He could buy several bottles at a time and drink them slowly.
I went to my uncle's house once. My uncle went out as soon as I arrived. He took out the bulk wine he bought and asked me to drink it with him. My aunt cooked him two appetizers. My aunt has been winking at me, which probably means, don't cook, let him drink by himself, and don't accompany him. After I probably knew what he meant, I didn't sit at the table and always advised my uncle not to drink. I'd better drink less of this stuff in the future. Although my uncle promised well in words, his actual actions run counter to this.
He went for a walk in the kitchen, but found nothing to drink and went out. Everyone thought he bought himself peanuts. Who knows, after a while, he came back, took out a handful of peppers from the plastic bag and put them on the table, drinking and eating. While eating Chili, I said that this wine is not as good as the last one, and the degree is a bit low. Pepper is not as spicy as the last pepper.
So it makes people dumbfounded. Is it okay? Uncle said with a smile, he has been drinking Chili white wine like this in recent years, because your aunt didn't give me an appetizer, so I tried it like this, and it was delicious. She said she would give me a pepper, and said, try it, too. I picked it up and took a sip, and the sweat on my head immediately came down. Isn't it spicy? My uncle smiled and said after eating the pepper at hand, I don't think it's spicy? This pepper with garlic and white wine is simply delicious!
I touched my aunt with my hand, don't let him drink like this. That pepper is very spicy, but my aunt feels used to it. Speaking of which, I can't control him, let him drink like this! I got drunk and left that day! I can still keep calm.
My uncle said that Deng Xiaoping had drunk too much at that time, and he didn't find any problems. The wine is flour and rice. The more you drink, the younger you get. Say that finish in front of more than a kilo of pepper and wine has been down. I'm surprised to see that I've met many people who drink, and it's the first time I've seen Chili with wine. My uncle is very proud of it. It is not that he is bragging. He is the only one who drank 50 kilometers in Fiona Fang. Dare to drink like this, everyone else is a pediatrician. I was scared when I saw my uncle drinking. Pepper with white wine, pepper is still a very spicy pepper. I don't know what it's like to drink in my stomach, but I'm already scared.
I took my aunt aside and whispered, I dare not let him drink like this. There must be something wrong with drinking like this. I have to take care of my uncle in the future. Don't make me drink like this. My health is very important. Let's buy some dishes with wine and eat healthily. Let him have a taste of wine. My aunt looked at me and nodded.
I've seen many kinds of appetizers, but it's really the first time I've seen Chili with wine. I think it's the "poorest" appetizer. Sincerely warn drinkers to drink in moderation! Drink without driving, drive without drinking! Don't use exotic wine as an appetizer. The body is your own. Don't wait to lie in the hospital to regret it. What is the "poorest" appetizer you have ever seen? Welcome to leave a message in the comment area for discussion!
Oh! Let me tell you something. There are three drunkards in our neighbor's house. In summer, they drink a pot of inferior liquor for more than ten dollars and smoke cigarettes for two dollars in the shade outside. As a snack, everyone has a long bean dipped in soy sauce. When the sun shines, they move it until they get drunk.
In my opinion, the poorest appetizer is definitely cucumber and peanuts. But these two dishes are enough for drinkers, and they are "hard dishes"! [yi tooth]
In the early 1990s, the most prosperous hotel in our county was called "Fuli Hotel", which was the most prominent wedding and funeral hotel at that time. The chefs inside are all invited from other places, and the grade is quite high. Just like two sides of a mirror, behind the prosperity, there are glamorous and lonely. Today, we will come to Lala to eat the "poorest" snacks in the most prosperous restaurant in the county. 1. Every day around five o'clock in the afternoon, there is always a little old man coming out of R&F Hotel with a car full of swill. The difference is that the old man's car smells of swill, while his body smells of wine. At first, everyone didn't know what was going on, and felt that "swilling water" was quite shameful. Unexpectedly, the old man was idle all day, boasting that there was nothing he hadn't eaten in R&F Hotel, and even several dishes such as Beijing Roast Duck, Mapo Tofu and Dongpo Meat could be called. He could even tell the feelings of the chef today.
Because the chef is in a good mood, the dishes made are particularly delicious, full of color, flavor and taste. If the cook was scolded by his wife the night before, the dishes cooked the next day would be as sloppy as "primary school students fooling teachers" But no one can eat it, because many people eat this traditional famous dish for the first time or for the first time, and novices can't eat it.
At that time, I was almost in the third grade of primary school. I remember one day at noon, I saw the old man pulling a swill truck by the trash can in front of the hotel. Many people passed by and took a look, but they were all smoked by the strong smell of swill. Some curious people tried to see if the old man's nose was angry with their fingers. As a result, he accidentally woke up the old man. He was quite angry and said that he dreamed of a young lady in the countryside, okay?
At that time, my family was poor and nobody was in charge, so I often squatted at the door of the hotel to watch the old man play tricks. From how the leaders of the county go to restaurants for dinner, to how to lead drivers to pack good wine and dishes, and even the sweet and sour fish that our primary school principals like best, the old man knows it like the back of his hand. Once he asked me, I'll take you to eat delicious food. Would you like to go with me? I asked him where to go.
He squinted and told me that eating a big meal, a decent meal, a table full of dishes, and eating whatever you want is really enjoyable. I have a crush on it. He said to me, you have to call me "grandpa" before I take you there. I called him "grandpa" and he was very satisfied. He pulled me and drove the scooter into the hotel. The doorman also greeted him and said, who is this child? He was very proud and said "adopted son". I didn't refute it at that time because I was curious. There is such a good thing in this world that you can eat and drink for free?
Second, the old man picked up chopsticks used by others. As soon as his wrist shook, a piece of chicken went into his mouth and spilled chicken juice all over him. He stared at me-eat, do you want me to teach you? We entered the hotel, not from the main entrance, but around a big circle, from the kitchen into the restaurant. Several waiters inside, their clothes stretched on their bodies, shouted at the old man like a wrapped "vegetarian chicken"-Lao Jia, you ate delicious food today. At noon today, the guests were in a hurry to eat, and no food was served. We also packed some dishes, there are many on the table!
Only then did I know that his name was Lao Jia. Lao Jia blew a cigarette at the old ladies-I'll see who ate my meal and what she will have to eat in the future, so as to break even! The waitresses burst into laughter, and some even stuffed the packed things into a young girl's arms and said to Lao Jia-that's her, if you are a man, show us later! Lao Jia spat on the ground-I'm not interested in children. I'm old and my mouth is bad, but I still enjoy drinking my own wine.
Those older lesbians are booing again-it's not bad mouth, it's bad health! Old Jia took my hand and walked to one of the restaurants. He told me not to listen to their nonsense. Are a bunch of hens who can't lay eggs. They can't recognize a large number of Chinese characters, so they can only do the rough work of serving people. You should study hard and be more promising than them in the future! I feel a little familiar with this sentence, as if my parents told me, but I can't bear to think about it now, because I have smelled the food.
Third, Lao Jia took a sip of wine and a bite of food. Hot dishes and cold dishes are so delicious that I sit there and watch. There are almost more than 30 dishes on the table, with plates stacked one on top of the other, soup pots stacked on the plates, and snacks on the soup pots. I haven't seen or eaten much. Lao Jia picked up the chopsticks on the main table, wiped them in an apron and took them out as new chopsticks. Seeing that there was still unfinished wine in the glass, he took a bite of Zier and winked at me-aren't you hungry?
I feel a little unsanitary, but I don't care so much when I see Lao Jia eating so well. I peeled a clove of garlic and decided to sterilize it, so I made a whirlwind chopstick. I'm only in the third grade, and I'm too small to reach. Lao Jia shouted straight at his throat-stand up, stand up and you will have it!
After all, it's a hotel in the county, and even the leftovers are so delicious. Lao Jia is a mouthful of wine and a piece of meat, and I am a mouthful of garlic and chopsticks. The mouth that eats spicy food is red, and the more you eat, the more you want to eat. Lao Jia scolded while eating-the old lady at the door is getting refined, and all the mandarin fish cooked today are packed, and there is no honey elbow!
I asked Lao Jia, how do you know? Lao Jia said, didn't you see other people's leftover skirts in the theme? Mandarin fish want to eat skirts, and honey elbow wants to eat skins. Now there is a stick in the big soup bowl, and the guests will definitely not eat it. It must be the help of the old ladies!
I think Lao Jia is very knowledgeable and can't hide anything from him. At noon that day, I ate several dishes that I had never heard of in my life-three cups of chicken, fresh fish and fresh sheep, fried scorpions, eight-treasure rice, silver fish soup, and several others, such as Farewell My Concubine. I ate a round belly, and Lao Jia drank half a catty of wine, which was a little floating.
Four, children, you have to remember, don't learn from me in the future, if you want to do it, you have to be a master, eat the first table and eat leftovers for a lifetime! After Lao Jia took me to dinner, he burped and poured all the soup left on the table into the swill bucket. He was pulling the scooter in front, and I was next to him, holding half a bottle of coke in my arms. It was the first time in my life that I drank coke, and I burped straight after drinking it. It's really coke. Lao Jia said that their pigs also like to eat hotel dishes. When they got home, it was almost three o'clock and the pigs were hungry.
I happened to be on my way home with Lao Jia. He was drunk and gave me a life lesson that I couldn't learn at school.
1, there must be people everywhere, it doesn't matter.
Lao Jia said, do you know how many people are thinking about my work? I shook my head. Lao Jia was very mysterious and said to me-they thought that the hotel manager's father and I were brothers, which was futile. At first, it was done by his father, and then his father died, so it was my turn to do this good job. After listening to Lao Jia's story, I was a little scared. I thought it would be nice to have enough to eat and drink. Why am I still drunk to death?
Lao Jia said that the county official is not as good as the current management. His father, who used to drive for county leaders, also wants to eat leftovers. As a result, he didn't rob him. When he was naked, the hotel manager called him "uncle". Now that I have grown up, it is a word to give this good job to Lao Jia.
Lao Jia also said that now it is a personal society, and where to go is very important. When you meet a noble person, you will definitely meet a noble person in the future, but today I will take you to eat a good meal, which should be regarded as your noble person. I nodded, feeling that Lao Jia should be the first noble person I met in my life.
2. I suffered when I was a child, but I am blessed when I grow up.
Lao Jia told me that next time he wants to eat well, he will come to him directly, but he can't take me to eat until he has done well in the exam. I don't understand. Ask him, what does this have to do with the exam? Lao Jia said to me-this is to cheer your boy up and let you study hard. Only by studying hard can you have your first meal and sit in the right position. As soon as the dish is out of the pot, the wine will boil when you take the first bite, and the first bite will fill it for you. If you study hard, you will be a decent person in the future.
I asked Lao Jia how many children he had, and he said with a smile that he had been ruined by wine all his life and didn't even have a wife. I asked him if those waitresses were very enthusiastic about you just now. Lao Jia said-they are joking with me, too. They serve people, and I collect slops. They didn't study hard when they were young, and now they are reduced to the present. After a slight pause, Lao Jia burped and said to himself-I used to work hard all over, but now I have no spare capacity. I am old!
The most priceless thing in a person's life is face. Once you are shameless, it's hard to pick it up again.
I asked Lao Jia, can you take me to collect swill in the future? We'll eat and drink together then. Lao Jia rewarded me with a "skull collapse" with his knuckles, and told me that you are a student studying, and you will have to take an exam in the future and go to a big city, saying that your daughter-in-law in the city has a bright future in collecting swill.
I can't understand what I heard. Lao Jia told me again-it's a little early to tell you something now. When you go to work in the future, remember that no one will blame you for eating and drinking. Don't pretend to be in your arms. Once you are known, it will be a bad thing I asked Lao Jia, why did you remember to tell me this? Lao Jia said mysteriously-I ate all the turtles. Do you think I can live up to those turtles without thinking about something? I think Lao Jia is a master. He took me to a big meal and said something unfathomable to me.
When I grow up, I recall the experience of eating leftovers with Lao Jia. I feel really shabby. The poor are short-sighted. The same table of food, the upper class first, and then the lowest class, a small table of rice, opened my eyes to the future. Although it is shabby, it is unforgettable. Today, 20 years later, when I walked into the R&F Hotel again and ate steaming dishes, I thought of Lao Jia. My ears seem to recall that his "Zil" took a sip of wine and meat. I'll tell you a really shabby wine bureau. Once, several Cambodian security guards asked me to go to their dormitory to drink and eat chicken. I gladly went to the party, knowing that their local people were poor, and specially brought two bottles of foreign wine and a case of beer. I was stupid when everyone was sitting around the table. Six or seven people, only half a salted egg for appetizer. I don't know why you drank half of it, and you all looked at you sincerely, so drink it. I drank on an empty stomach for a long time, and no one touched half a salted egg, so I drank it. Finally, I couldn't help asking, didn't I say eat chicken? Where is the chicken? The Cambodian buddy replied: I am catching it.
Speaking of this appetizer, it is also the "most shabby". There are indeed two dishes in historical legends, which can be described as "classics among classics". Let's listen to their opinions.
The first is the doornail, a common nail, but this nail is really unusual. These nails are all pulled from the door. This door must be the door of a traditional old-fashioned sauce shop.
I can't remember exactly when, it should be the Republic of China. There were many poor people in society at that time. However, for some Balinese who live by physical strength, even if they are poor, they must drink some wine every once in a while to relieve fatigue. Of course, yellow rice wine can't be drunk naturally, and you can only drink some high-alcohol liquor.
Now people don't know that liquor was the drink of the poor at that time. Cheap is one thing, the key is high education. A little wine can make you addicted. Kong Yiji became a gown and wanted to drink it. That's yellow wine. Kong Yiji, who thinks highly of himself, never considers himself a poor coolie. So he also wants to drink a gown, and it must be yellow wine. Although the appetizer is also shabby, a small dish of fennel beans is indispensable.
What about those poor people who can only afford white wine? Don't mention appetizers, it is estimated that anything with flavor will do. The nails mentioned above are said to be their daily appetizers. The nails on the door of the sauce shop have become the first choice of many poor people because they have absorbed the essence of the sauce shop for many years and have a sauce and salty taste. The key is that this nail can be recycled and cost-effective.
How to eat? After drinking a mouthful of wine, you can suck this nail, mainly to feel the taste of salt. Salt is the "king of all flavors", and it is enough to have a traditional sauce flavor. It is said that this nail is not easy to get. You must have a good relationship with the people in the sauce shop. If you drink this nail, you will have to show off for a long time in front of the same poor friends. At first glance, it is a person with a relationship.
Although the other dish is also very shabby, it is obviously higher than the nail above, that is pebbles, which is also a special snack for the poor. There aren't many pebbles, one is enough. Of course, it is also selected by thousands. At the very least, we must ensure the "silky" taste.
Why is this dish higher than the nail mentioned above? Because people who use pebbles as snacks should not be too poor, at least they can afford soy sauce. Before drinking, prepare a small dish, put the soy sauce in it, take a sip of wine, then dip the beloved pebbles in the soy sauce and put it in your mouth and suck it gently. It's so delicious that people who eat nails next to them envy it!
Can these two appetizers occupy a place in the "poorest" appetizer list?
In the early 1980s, I once went to Liaoning from Daqing. There are many people on the green leather train, so you just have to wait all night to reverse in Tongliao. On the edge of our seats, there are two passengers in their forties who look like Mongols. They spread sheepskin coats on the ground and sat on the floor. Take out a plastic bucket, which contains about five kilograms of white wine, without a cup, and pour the wine into the lid. You cover it, I cover it, there are no grasshopper legs and nails. Conversation is a snack that we should eat. When it was time to get on the bus, there was only the bottom left.