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Stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots hits people.
You mean beaten?

We call it bamboo shoots and fried meat here.

I lived in the countryside when I was a child. At that time, the countryside was poor and there were no toys to play with, but the countryside was vast and there were many things to play with.

At that time, we were particularly good at having fun:

Bobby is bold: several children are standing on a big stone bag several meters high. Whoever dares to jump down is bold. In contrast, no one is a coward, they all jumped. It is conceivable that they were beaten when they got home.

Picnic: This is a picnic. In fact, everyone steals sausages and bacon from home, runs to the hillside and cooks the meat with bamboo tubes. Anyway, I don't know if it's cooked. Of course, my parents found out and had to fight. At that time, the meat was more refined and expensive.

Stealing other people's food: all our rural children go to the hillside to cut pig grass. A group of children secretly went to other people's watermelon geography to steal watermelons, pull out other people's peanuts and eat them back. Stealing other people's fruit was chased by dogs, complained and beaten.

Prank: It's raining in the country and the road is muddy. After school, some friends dug up the thin mud on the road, dug a pit on the road, then filled the pit with thin mud and stepped on a footprint. Everything is so perfect, just waiting for into the pit and Baba to come to a person who carries the burden. Seeing that he is so heavy, we sympathize with him and won't let him pass through the footprints. As a result, he didn't believe us, but he wanted to step on the footprints. It is conceivable that the teacher was sued, and the teacher sued his parents, but he could not escape a beating.

Fight: When I was a child, I always liked to give others nicknames. You call me a moldy melon, and I call you a pig bug. I screamed and went to work. I rolled from the road to the ground, crushing all the peas in other people's fields and losing my only pen. The one who was beaten at home was miserable.

Look, my mom's fried meat with bamboo shoots. I didn't eat less.