Text/Ren Jing The small town looks like it did in the 1990s. It is not big. It is just a north-south street. At its narrowest point, it seems that there is no room for two cars to go parallel.

The street paved with blue stone slabs becomes narrower and narrower as you go. Deep in the street, it suddenly turns north and points directly to the slope leading out of the city. It is as curved as the head of a musket.

On both sides are a variety of old and new shops, selling traditional or popular things such as woolen yarn, cloth shoes, furniture, farm tools, vermicelli, red dates, etc.

Outside the small town, there is a clear Xiuyan River, which meanders all the way downstream. On the green stone slabs by the river, there are often women in peach-colored shirts washing clothes. Next to them is an aunt in a blue gown.

He swung the mallet and beat the thick autumn clothes hard.

Occasionally, a middle school student studying early in the morning or an actress from an art troupe would make a hoarse voice.

The lively scene in the city is no less than outside the city.

When you slowly approach Nanmen or Nanping, the noisy sounds of the city have already attracted your attention.

Among the many noisy atmospheres, the calls of vendors are the most moving. The calls must be shouted in dialect, soft and melodious, like the Andante of a Cantabile, which is really moving.

In an essay, I once wrote about the vitality of my hometown, lingering in the sounds of sales.

I have been accustomed to hearing the cries of vendors at small stalls since I was a child. I can understand that the hawkers' passion and desire for life are contained in the earnest calls.

Among the hawking sounds, only the voice of selling Qingjian pancakes is clearer, louder and more attractive.

If you follow the reputation of attracting people, you will find that there are many shops specializing in Qingjian pancakes on the street. In front of the small stalls along the street, there are large shady canvas umbrellas, and there are a row of benches under the umbrellas, full of people immersed in eating.

Pancake man.

It is said to be a small stall, but in fact there is only a large basket with a stack of thin, white pancakes, and a basket of steaming soup for dipping.

While the pancake seller is greeting the customers, he shouts "Oh... pancakes..." from time to time. The long greeting sound seems to be soaked in color and fragrance, tempting you to approach the pancake stall involuntarily. The vendor enthusiastically uses his sleeves to

Wipe the bench that has been wiped clean.

It's hard to refuse the hospitality. I paid two yuan and saw the thin and transparent pancakes rolled into light and delicate rolls. I put them into a small bowl that had been filled with dipping soup. I dipped them lightly and rolled them a few times.

The silky, fragrant pancakes have gone down your throat inadvertently, and the hot soup with ginger, garlic, sauce and vinegar, all five flavors, also goes into your throat smoothly.

At this time, you are like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit. You are still not satisfied. You can't help but ask for another two yuan. The hawker hurriedly rolls it lightly and quickly hands it to your hand... "Eat pancakes..." the hawker drags

The cries with a long tail sound are mouth-watering. Even the old residents who have always lived in Qingjian, after hearing the cries that tempt their appetites, will lose track of what they are doing and follow the cries to find the pancake stall.

Or go to a pancake shop, where you can sit down and enjoy your meal, eat and drink as much as you want, and enjoy the natural pleasure of eating pancakes.

Qingjian pancakes are made from fine buckwheat grits, rolled and filtered batter on a stone mill. They are white and transparent in color, as thin and tough as paper, and have a chewy texture.

After the pancakes are spread out on the stove, the beautiful housewife with skillful hands patiently rolls them into rolls with her orchid fingers, and then puts them on the plate and waits for the diners to come.

There are several ways to eat Qingjian pancakes. One is to dip it in cold white water mixed with ginger powder, vinegar, garlic, salt, sesame oil, MSG and other seasonings; the other is to eat it with prepared pig heads.

Eat meat or dried tofu; the other is stir-fried with tomatoes, peppers and other ingredients. It has a spicy and exciting taste. Eaters with heavy tastes often choose this condiment to eat pancakes, and they never get tired of eating it.

Once in Zichang County, which is adjacent to Qingjian, I found that people there were also selling Qingjian pancakes in large quantities, and they had carried it forward and added many new tricks and eating methods, such as rolling the pancakes with shredded potatoes and cucumbers.

Various dishes such as strips, kelp and jellyfish shreds are similar to Xi'an's Caijiamo.

I have tasted them one by one, and to be honest, I feel that the taste of Qingjian pancakes is much more refreshing and long-lasting.

Everyone in the small town likes to eat pancakes.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn or winter, the pancake shop is always full of people. Some people like to eat vegetarian pancakes, and some like to eat meat and dried tofu.

Some of them are elegant and eat with chopsticks, while more are holding pancake rolls in their hands to dip into the soup.

Everyone was like a competition, eating one roll after another until their bellies were chubby.

The more people who eat pancakes, the more pancake sellers there are. Not only are there pancake stalls on the front and back streets, but also in the alleys, on the hillsides, and in the residential areas, there are often one or two long and tempting calls.

Qingjian pancakes are like a shining business card of Qingjian County, and the sounds of selling them merge into a beautiful scenery of the small town.

Qingjian pancake is a famous snack in Qingjian.

Qingjian people entertain guests and guests, and a plate of Qingjian pancakes is a must on the New Year and festival dinner table.

A wanderer who works outside Qingjian often becomes addicted to pancakes if he doesn't eat them for a long time. He often talks about pancakes, as if he misses her more than his own mother and father.

When I return to my hometown, the first thing I do is to rush to the pancake stall and won’t stop until I’m full.

If it happens to be a cool and suitable season, you will always take tens of dollars worth of pancakes with you when you leave to entertain your relatives, friends, neighbors, and colleagues in the provincial capital.

But I don’t know whether it’s because it’s not accompanied by the hot and sour dipping soup in the small town, or for some reason, but it’s not as delicious and refreshing as at the stall in my hometown.

But next time I go back to my hometown to visit relatives, it’s a good idea to buy a photo.