country teenagers love this pot, bowl, ladle and basin, singing, clacking, clacking and bellows ringing. This is the most beautiful sonata before meals, plain tea or so-called delicious food on holidays. With the comforting sound of his old man slapping his grandson with his big hand, those hot soup and hot water, those boiled potatoes and those meals that require a large family to share politely, are slowly served on the table, so that every family can get enough food and clothing as much as possible. That voice has almost become the spiritual pillar of hard work in those poor years.
On the warm kang, the old man is panting, and the mother in front of the stove is spinning in a hurry. I hold the smooth bellows lever in my hands, shaking my thin body and watching the food in the pot in the smoky fire. A family of six people has three meals a day. Quack, quack, quack-the cauldron creaked and the ducks and geese sang together outside. People sweat and work, singing all year round. Fried yellow crucian carp in the season when Toona sinensis sprouts; Chopped green onion cakes when returning at noon on weeding day; When does the moon have the Mid-Autumn chicken stew? Under the round wooden pot cover, there is a sweet sweet potato with hard and soft yellow soil. In snowy days, the sound of bellows and the mouth of the stove are endless light and warmth. In addition to adding firewood and blowing air, unconsciously, I was able to carry water and grain, and reclaim land ... I walked out of the low straw house of cutting, left the ancient bellows, bid farewell to the warm stove chamber, married and had children wandering around the edge of the town.
At that time, I was in a hurry to eat, and adults blamed the children for blocking the bottom of the stove, and it was boring to pull the bellows, and the fire chief couldn't keep up-I naturally didn't have the ability to exhaust the girls in Tianbo yangfu. I can only stuff straw into the stove. In order to get enough firepower, I frequently pull the bellows, and a puff of smoke comes out, and my eyebrows are burning. Once, dad repaired the bellows, and I realized what a magical object it was! What about a rectangular wooden box, a push-pull wooden handle, a baffle connected to it for dividing the room, and a push-pull rod? Like people, they are seriously worn out after years of hard work. There is a chicken feather around the baffle (the chicken feather needs to be updated). There are two wind tongues at the front and rear ends, and there are also two wind tongues connected to the air supply duct in the bellows. It turns out that the clatter is the sound they make when they open and close. They open and close with tacit understanding like martial arts masters without regrets, and judge the strength of wind supply according to the size of external force. The bellows is the strong lung of the stove chamber, which is responsible for breathing, making the fire moderate, the iron pot boiling hot and the rice fragrant.
According to the records, as far back as the Warring States Period, people used many parallel or series "forks" to generate wind power. The double-acting piston bellows is the most important invention in blowing technology in Tang or Song Dynasty, which greatly promoted the rapid improvement of smelting technology. Lao Tzu once used bellows to compare space and explain philosophy: between heaven and earth, isn't it like a bellows? It is empty but not exhausted, and the more it is encouraged, the more wind it will be, and it will be endless. "It's better to stay in the middle than to hear more about poverty." The ancients taught the law naturally and tried to figure it out; Unlike modern people, who are so impetuous, indifferent and natural, they race against time to interpret life.
with a flick of a finger, my father has left and my mother is old.
rural memories are timeless. Everyone who has experienced it does not need to witness the old things, and the relevant memories will be deeply remembered. It's like tasting Destiny all the time without owning Beethoven's piano. The clatter of bellows, the clatter of cymbals, the grinding of wheat, the rumbling of tofu, the humming of piglets in pigsty, the bleating of lambs in sheep shed looking for their mothers, the clucking of hens on the low wall ... and the wooden door, heatable kang, quick pot, baa.
My brain is full of rural memories. There are many forests, just like the Rizhao Memory Museum on the west bank of Xiangdian River. She condensed the historical context of sunshine, recorded the drifting past, the sweat and hard work, and the fireworks smell of struggle and rise on the well-off road-modern kitchen, which is clean, fast and electrified. However, whenever the water and power are cut off and the range hood strikes, I will remember the countryside more: the dripping water from the eaves, the Huilong fire kang with warm back and feet, the oily corn pot stickers and the simple and honest bellows, which are simple, profound, vain and unyielding, move more and more. Clap, clap, clap, bellows ring, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar smell-the days in the countryside are always so long in memory.