Looking back at the rural areas of the 1950s and 1960s, it was not easy to eat the most touching food.

Because in those days, not having enough to eat was a common thing.

So there was a food memory that moved me.

Corn Flour Rice It was in the mid-1960s. When I was in junior high school, I had to travel 15 kilometers back and forth every day. I walked 8 miles to school in the morning and 7 miles home after school in the afternoon.

In autumn and winter, I would take a few red sweet potatoes and potatoes and hide them on the roadside every morning. I would pick them up and eat them when I returned from school.

To fill the stomach.

One day, the head teacher suddenly told us that we would go to a certain group in a certain village to have a Yiku meal tomorrow, and there was no need to bring any more food.

Steamed corn rice When we came to this group the next day, the rice was already steamed, and we were curiously waiting to eat the Yiku meal.

When the teacher announced the Yiku meal, they discovered that it was cornmeal rice steamed with moxa leaves.

Moreover, salt is added to the rice, which makes it taste particularly fragrant.

I ate three bowls in one go.

It’s been so many days since I’ve had noodles like this.

Steamed Potato and Cornmeal Rice So this meal is an unforgettable meal for me.

It is also the food that impresses me the most.

It's wine, absolutely wine, nothing else.

The first time I drank alcohol was when I was in high school. There was a wedding held at a neighbor's house and the adults were not at home, so I attended the banquet at the host's house.

During the dinner, the seven neighbor uncles at the same table wanted to tease me and urged me to drink.

I couldn't resist being persuaded to drink, and drank a lot. Unexpectedly, I drank down three of the seven neighbor uncles at the table.

I was drunk too. When I got home and carried a bucket to the well to fetch water, I actually fell into the well water.

Although he was in a terrible mess, luckily no one saw him.

From this, stories about my heroic deeds of drinking were circulated in the village: I beat one against seven while drinking, and even knocked down three of them.

I enjoyed and was touched by this praise.

Later, when I went to college, I had more opportunities to drink, and I especially liked to invite friends to have a drink.

You don’t have to worry if you want to drink in the first days of school, as you still have a semester’s living expenses in your pocket.

Once these magical days are over, if you want to drink, you have to find a way. One of the ways is to play "upgrade" games.

Whenever there is an opportunity, I invite the girls in my class over for socializing. In fact, it is to play an "upgrade" competition. The girls are on one side and the boys are on the other side. The bet is a late-night snack, of course a late-night snack with wine. The loser is treated to a treat. Generally, it is the girl who loses.

One time, a girl invited us to a late night snack and drinks after losing, and on a whim, someone suggested going to a midnight show.

Seven or eight people got drunk and went to the video room outside the school to spend the night. When they were tired from watching the video, they fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, I found that there were men and women lying on their pillows. Now that I think about it, I was really moved. I was moved by this youthful embrace of skin-to-skin love as pure as water.

After graduation I went to the army.

At that time, the troops drank heavily and even used drinking to test their combat effectiveness.

Once, I accompanied a leader on a business trip to Beijing to secure project funding (our army estimated it to be five million). The chief of Beijing hosted a banquet for us.

During the dinner, the head of Beijing pointed at the white wine and red wine glasses and joked: There is no problem with funding, but it depends on your fighting capacity. A glass of one million.

The leader winked at me, I picked up the wine glass and drank six large glasses in a row, and won 6 million project funds.

As a result, I was very drunk. What moved me was that the leader helped me back to the hotel. In case I was drunk and something happened, he stayed by my bedside all night, bringing me tea and water.

At the end of 2012, I was fortunate enough to participate in an emergency preparation mission for the army.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month after the New Year, this task was successfully completed.

The army commander and political commissar hosted a banquet for all those who participated in the preparations to celebrate the victory.

On a whim, the commander and political commissar each drank a large glass of 53% white wine as a toast.

What moved me was that what the chief drank was real wine, not mixed with water or replaced with water.

What moved me even more was that one of the chiefs actually got a little drunk and called us brothers. He said to us with a bit of a tongue: Brothers, you have worked hard. Drink as much as you want tonight. If you drink too much, I will call the military hospital.

The nurse will take care of you.

That night, more than 20 of the 46 people in the preparatory team were drunk. Four of them were sent to the military hospital for infusions and were cared for by female nurses all night.

My comrade who lived in the same room as me also got drunk and took the key to open the door to the next room. He tried every key but could not open the door. Finally he fell asleep at the door next door!

Now I am far away from the wine shop, but the atmosphere and pride created by the wine shop still make me miss and move me deeply!

What is something you eat that moves you?

Once upon a time, this grain of rice cost everyone a lot of hard work, and that mouthful of rice cost Piao Mu the gift of ten thousand gold.

When you are hungry, two or three days is fine, five or six days, whatever you eat will move you.

Everything in the world and the origin of human beings are related to this.

So what can I eat to move me?

It's not a delicacy, but an ordinary thing. Are you optimistic?

Sweet potato, season melon, or sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato... The yellow waxy fragrance and the white sandy sweetness are all familiar to us and are not surprising.

Nowadays, you can see it everywhere on the streets, and there is a person over there who sets up a stall and sells it.