Climb the Holling Mountain in the south of Gao 'an first. This is a low mountain (also called Fengling), located in Heling Township. There is a reservoir at the foot of the mountain, which is not big, but the name has been forgotten. There seem to be only three things that can be remembered now. First, there was a big tree on the top of the mountain at that time, which seemed to be a maple tree, maybe a lotus tree, and we had a rest beside it. Second, according to local people, Mr. Wu Youxun, a famous contemporary physicist in China and vice president of Chinese Academy of Sciences, is from Heling. Third, Heling is a boundary mountain, with Gao 'an in the north and Fengcheng in the south. Looking south, you can see Fengcheng's villages and fields.
It should have happened in the autumn or winter of 1985, when the students were over 50 years old. But there was no picnic this time, and everyone just brought some snacks to satisfy their hunger.
I was particularly impressed by taking students to climb the rice ridge.
This miling is in the north of Gao 'an, bordering Fengxin, and belongs to the southern foot of Jiuling Mountain Range. Miling is higher than Heling, where the mountains are high and dense, and there are roads leading to the top of the mountain. I remember there is a microwave station on the mountain, several two-story buildings and a small courtyard. On the hillside, there is a site for cutting mountains and taking stones. The exposed vegetation is full of granite. At that time, I thought: Is the granite in our hometown from here?
What impressed me most about this climb was the picnic.
It rained heavily when we arrived at Miling this morning. If we had a picnic in the rain, it would be a real hassle. Fortunately, this time we were prepared, sold the vegetables and rice first, and planned to have lunch at a student's house at the foot of the mountain.
What did you eat at the "picnic" at the students' home this time? Is it rich? How does it taste? I almost forgot. But some things will never be forgotten. First, the enthusiasm of the people in Gaoan Mountain area. I remember when I arrived at their home with these students, my parents greeted us and lit a long firecracker to welcome us. I was particularly moved by the heat in my heart. Second, the student's family is not rich, but they took out their vegetables and provided us with all kinds of condiments, such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and the whole family took the time to take care of and arrange lunch for me. I was particularly grateful. Third, I have always kept this student in mind. His name is Shi Xinghua.
Shi Xinghua, you have always been good, and Teacher Luo has been thinking about you.
Although the "picnic" in Miling has been over 30 years, it has always been fresh in my memory. It is the best memory in my heart, because of that wonderful place, because of the wonderful people in that place, because of the student I have been thinking about.
I am a child in the countryside. I like to play with my friends in the village since I was a child. When I don't go to school, I like to play in the wild. Generally, we go swimming together, catch fish and shrimp, cook picnics and so on!
Before going to the field for a picnic, we will plan what everyone will bring. Everyone will bring some sweet potatoes, peanuts and corn to the field for a barbecue. We will also go to the river to catch fish and shrimp and cook them together. We will enjoy a wonderful picnic together.
In the 1970s, the school organized students to burn "fire, soil and mud", which gave students a greater means of "playing". It was normal to bake sweet potatoes, and even bolder, they dared to "bake" cassava from other people's fields ...
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Baked cassava:
One: ripe:
Two: you can't eat the skin and the core;
Three: a small amount:
It was during my mother's treatment in Hangzhou, one weekend morning, my brother told me after sorting out a mat, corn cob, towel and other things: "My brother will take you for a picnic today." Picnic? I still can't fully understand the 6-year-old, but I am full of curiosity and expectation.
When I arrived at the creek beach, my brother first padded the blanket, took care of me and sat down, so I found a stone to build a kitchen stove, and found dead leaves. As the matches crossed, a string of flames danced with the wind! My brother put the corn cob on a stick and rolled it up and down in the fire. Suddenly, the sound of "crackling" echoed in the air like a beautiful melody, but then slowly disappeared ...
My brother pulled out the corn cob from the stick, blew it with his mouth and handed it to me. I can't wait to take a bite, wow! It smells good! Much more delicious than mom's cooking at home! Looking at me like a greedy cat, my brother took out a towel and gently wiped the black beard from my mouth.
The joy of picnic and my brother's love are so unforgettable and beautiful in my memory! Scenes come to mind like yesterday ...
I hope there is no disease in the world, and brother and sister enjoy this life together!
When I was a child, I grew up in the countryside. There are too many delicious things to cook. Peanut, edamame, sweet potato, corn and so on. It can be burned together.
The most impressive thing to say is to cook fish. It was a weekend, and I heard that the river was pumping and the river was going to dry up. A few friends and I got up early to go fishing in the river. As a result of pumping water to irrigate rice fields, the water level has dropped a lot. Several of our friends took off their shoes and walked barefoot in the river. We call this kind of fish Shamitou, which drills into the sand. We step on it foot by foot, feeling that it is a fish when we step on something like a meat stick. Touch your head with your hands first, grab your gills and take them out of the water. String with wicker. If you find fish again, put the fish string in your mouth and touch it with your hands. This kind of fish is the best, a thorn. Everyone is very happy to fish. Before you know it, it's noon, and the harvest is not small. I'm starting to feel hungry and want to cook some fish. But no one brought matches. What should I do? Finally, I thought of a way to find the bottle and ask for the bottom of the bottle to make a fire. At that time, it was not known that the bottom of the bottle was equivalent to a convex lens that could concentrate light. I learned it from adults. Aim the spotlight at some fine hay, and soon the grass began to smoke, and everyone cheered together. Start putting dry wood on the fire, and the fire will burn more and more brightly. In fact, cooking fish is also exquisite, and it can't be cooked on a smoky fire. The fish cooked like that smells like smoke and is not delicious. It should be turned into charcoal after burning for a while and then burned or baked. You don't have to gut or scale the fish when you cook it. Scales can protect the fish from burning. Everyone buried some fish in the fire. Everyone else put a stick in the fish's mouth and bake it on the fire. When it's cooked, it's up to them. When the fish is cooked, the smell permeates the shore. Take the fish out of the fire and throw it on the ground and eat it. It smells good. Original, very fresh. All the faces and hands are covered with charcoal ash, like little kids. Only when you laugh can you see that your teeth are white. That kind of happiness is beyond description. I think it is more delicious than the current barbecue. It remains deeply in my memory.
Dear friends who have lived in the countryside, what interesting childhood stories do you have? Tell them and share them with us! Use these stories to awaken our childlike innocence and accompany us happily on the road full of sunset.
When we were young, we baked sweet potatoes and corn.
That's a good question. When it comes to what to eat for a picnic, the most clear thing to remember is "cooking fish". Although decades have passed, the past of childhood has been unforgettable for a long time, and it is still fresh in my memory.
It was still in the sixties, and the country was still poor, and food was rationed. The countryside was relatively better than the city, so I often went to my grandmother's house in the cold and summer holidays. Grandma lives in Songquantun, Xifeng County, Tieling City, and a mountain to the north is Zhao Benshan's hometown Lianhua Village, kaiyuan city. There is a small reservoir there. I remember my grandfather often led us to catch fish. At that time, we used a net made of silk thread to catch fish. One day, my grandfather took me and walked for more than an hour with a net for hanging fish and a basket for holding fish. I came to the place where the reservoir meets the river, where the water was shallow and there were no waves. My grandfather put the net across the river in the water. Before I reached the other side, I saw the place where the net was hung, and the hanging fish beat the water and turned up the waves. Grandpa kept picking fish from the hanging basket with a fish basket. In less than two hours, the fish basket was almost full. Grandpa said, get some dry sticks, and we'll cook the fish. I found a small pile of dry sticks, and it took me a lot of effort to light the fire. I threw the fish to the ground and burned it with branches. After a while, grandpa went ashore, and we took out the fish to be cooked with a stick, tore off the intestines and ate it. This original fragrance was never there, and there was blood in the uncooked place. Father and grandson improved their food once, which was a good meal in those days. On the way back, I met a fish seller and sold it to them. I don't know how much my grandfather charged.
Because we caught fish this time, we went again early the next day. I don't know if it was the wind direction. This time, we were not so lucky. We didn't catch a few fish all morning, and we didn't have enough to eat.
Childhood life is really carefree, and many beautiful memories remain in my beautiful memory.
When I was a child in the countryside, there was no picnic. In autumn, my friends stole corn from the production team, and soybeans and black beans were burned and eaten. In winter, sparrows are roasted and eaten, and the school organizes activities, that is, we bring our own dry food, and everyone sits around and eats their own food. I have never heard of barbecue and other foods!
When I was a child in the countryside, my friends, big brothers and I went out for a picnic. We cooked small fish and shrimp, smoldering sweet potatoes, barbecued green beans, roasted green wheat and corncob baked on kang, which are still the best food I have ever eaten.
Perhaps it was too poor and hungry at that time, but it seems that it is not yet; Perhaps at that time, there were green mountains and green waters, the environment was not polluted, and the food did not contain pesticides and fertilizers. It still seems that it is not; Perhaps it was naive, affectionate, pure-hearted, United and unrestrained at that time, and it seemed that all the pressures of survival and life were forgotten or not at all, and it seemed that all this was the nature of childhood and adolescence, and it should be more the best mark of that era today.
Take a few friends, discuss and agree who will take the small iron pot, shovel, shovel, salt from home and matches from home, and then go to Xihe, sometimes to the North River and sometimes to the Southwest River to catch small fish and shrimp together. Once some are caught, everyone will pick up dry wood and start cooking on fire. After a while, they will see that the fish and shrimp are cooked, or eat them separately. I remember one time, I got a steel shovel of river shrimps, and without waiting for the pot, we directly lit a fire and barbecued it on the steel shovel. In a short time, the river shrimps with bright red shovels, white and tender meat, sprinkled some salt casually, and a group of dolls scrambled to eat them together. It was too fragrant, too fresh and delicious! Every time I think about it, my saliva seems to flow out again.
To bake sweet potatoes, you should pick up a lot of dry wood first. It is best to find more thick dry wood sticks, which are better to run farther and farther, or to drill to the place where the back is against the river ditch and cliff, so that adults can't see them. The sweet potato needs to be dug from the edge of the public sweet potato field. This task needs to be completed by older children, and it needs to be dug directly by hand, without digging the largest or smallest one. It is forbidden to dig the sweet potato and dig it to death, and then seal the soil so that other sweet potatoes on that seedling can continue to grow. A big pile of dry firewood needs to be dug. Put the dry firewood in the pit and light it. While burning, you can also pick up dry firewood and add it to the fire pit. Everyone can collect firewood, but the flame cannot be too high. When the dry wood burns into a lot of charcoal, throw the sweet potato dug in the ground into the middle of the charcoal, dig a hole and bury the sweet potato. You can continue to collect firewood and let the fire continue to burn. Then, cover the soil around the pit with the charcoal buried in the sweet potato, or even bury it under the soil. After that, you can do something else and play for a while. Finally, when I feel that the time is almost the same as that of the sweet potato in the charcoal fire in the pit, everyone will pull open the sweet potato together. At this time, the fragrant, fresh and sweet smell of baked sweet potato will come to me, and it is particularly sweet to share and grab it, so that everyone can eat it.
Barbecue beans and burning green wheat, dry wood is still everyone's companion to pick up wood and make a fire, the difference is that the burning of dry wood is directly on the ground. There are exquisite beans for barbecuing hairy beans, including those that are ripe, dry and yellow, and some that are full but green. Yellow snap beans are cooked quickly, while green snap beans are cooked slowly. You can pull off the snap beans on the fire while eating and get them out of the fire, otherwise it will be too hot. Wheat must be just full but still green and yellow, and it needs to be burned. It needs to be tied into a target, and the head of the ear of wheat should be burned on a burning fire. After it is cooked, someone needs to take off his clothes, spread it flat on the ground, rub it on the clothes with the burning target, and then grab it with his hands, blow off the husks and awns with his mouth, and finally eat the roasted wheat.
After eating roasted beans or roasted wheat in the wild, a group of children's mouths, hands, faces, and even necks and arms are all covered with black ash from eating roasted beans and wheat in the wild. A group of ridiculous partners will try to wipe it off, but they can't always clean it. Roasting corn cob is to bring the shell outside the corn cob, burn it together, or bake it in a fire pit. The natural and tender smell of corn will be more delicious, more sweet and tender because it is not stale. Burning and barbecuing corn cobs are different from barbecuing green wheat and green beans. It often takes a long time for corn cobs to be big and covered with several layers of shells. More often, barbecue corn cobs need to be placed in a charcoal fire pile and buried under it, and it will take a long time to eat good corn cobs. However, the corn cob roasted in this way, even if the shell outside is burnt black, will not get dirty, especially the corn roasted in this way is far better than the corn cob barbecued in the market now, plus the grain in the past, which has not been sprayed with pesticides or chemical fertilizers. In a word, I think when I was a child in the countryside, the small fish and shrimp in the field picnic, the sweet potato, the hairy beans, the burnt wheat and the roasted corn cob barbecued in the field were really better than these now.
When I was a child in the countryside, I went for a picnic. What delicious food did everyone cook?
When we had a picnic, we cooked delicious foods such as roasted sweet potato, roasted corn, roasted peanuts, barbecue, roast chicken and grilled fish.
Speaking of picnics, the real picnic I had when I was a child was the first day of junior high school. Shortly after the National Day, it was neither too cold nor too hot. More than 50 people in our class chartered a bus and went to the reservoir near his home for a picnic under the leadership of the head teacher.
At that time, there was nothing to eat, unlike going out for a picnic now. In the supermarket, you can buy all kinds of prepared food for roasting, which is convenient, simple and delicious.
At that time, we first went to the teacher's house, where we moved a sack of sweet potatoes, half a bag of peanuts, a few kilograms of corn, a few kilograms of chopped meat, and a few killed chickens.
We chose a place with relatively flat terrain and shallow water, and built several stoves with stones in groups. Then I picked up a lot of dry branches on the nearby mountain and baked something together.
Female students are responsible for wearing peanuts, corn and meat with bamboo sticks already prepared, and making them into peanut skewers, corn skewers and meat skewers. Male students are responsible for cooking sweet potatoes, roast chicken and those skewers.
At that time, the water in the reservoir was very clear, and there were many fish in it, mostly grass carp and carp. After greeting the village head, the teacher took the boys in the class to catch some big and fat grass carp in shallow water. So we had the first firewood grilled fish.
After working for several hours, after all the food was baked, we began to have lunch.
Baked sweet potatoes, roasted corn, roasted peanuts, barbecue, roast chicken and grilled fish filled three folding tables.
Because of limited conditions, many foods look ugly when cooked, but for many people, this is a more formal picnic in their lives, and it is also the first time for them to bake something to eat. No matter whether it looks good or not, it feels delicious and meaningful.
In fact, going out for a picnic and eating is a trivial matter. The most important thing is to feel the atmosphere of the picnic. Everyone can unite and help each other, use their brains and stand on their own feet.