I don't know what fish rolls are, and I don't know which one is authentic, so I walked aimlessly into a small shop that looked clean. Only then did I know that fish rolls are actually a kind of soup. There is a workshop to make fish rolls in this restaurant. I was allowed to visit. They beat mackerel meat into paste, kneaded it into long fish strips with a diameter of about two centimeters, cut it into pieces with a length of three centimeters, and finally made soup.
I sat in the open-air chair outside the restaurant and waited for ten minutes. This bowl of soup is served, and the fish pieces are very dense and fragrant. The color of the soup is innocent, and several chopped onions float in the soup. The soup is full of the smell of fish, and it is not greasy or heavy. This bowl of fish roll soup is more wonderful than any bowl of fish ball soup I have tasted in Fuzhou. Its appearance is extremely inconspicuous, but its interior is full of flavor. With so many solid fish and such a long fragrance, 10 yuan is really not expensive at all.
Fifty meters ahead, there is a huge stone gate of Chongwu ancient city illuminated by spotlights. There are two stone lions on the outermost side of the door and two stone statues on the inner side of the lion. Several children are playing around the stone statue. Sitting outside the 600-year-old ancient city, watching the magnificent stone gate, blowing the sea breeze and eating the delicious and inexplicable fish roll soup that I have never experienced before, I can't forget this night outside Chongwu ancient city.
I went back to the hotel and watched the TV series broadcast by Quanzhou TV in Minnan. Facing the subtitles below, I learned Minnan one by one. Although the windows are closed, I can clearly hear the sound of fireworks rising and bursting at the seaside. The sound lasted for a long time, but from my point of view, I couldn't see the fireworks all over the sky.
At four o'clock in the morning, outside the window, the motorized wooden boat in the harbor kept making a sudden motor sound, and I was awakened. It turns out that the fishermen went out to sea to fish so early. I decided to go to the vegetable market not far away early in the morning, where there must be countless fresh fish and shrimp that have just landed.
In the early morning, the streets of the town are full of noise, and countless motorcycles jump around like bumblebees. Pedestrians, vendors carrying goods, motorcycles, tricycles and broken buses make this road a mess. Cross a crossroads and turn right, which is Chongwu vegetable market. This is the world of seafood and Huian girls. From the entrance of the market, the stalls selling mackerel and squid have been lined up. The vendors are basically Hui 'an women in traditional costumes. They put the fish in a shallow bamboo raft that was thrown directly on the ground. This scene is very similar to the vegetable market I saw when I walked from north to south in April 2007.
When I entered the market, I was surrounded by Huian girls wearing special clothes. I am more interested in their clothes than their goods. I looked at the hair ornaments slightly arched in the center of their heads, often with a gold ornament pinned on them. The four silver chains behind each Hui 'an girl's waist sparkle. The day before yesterday, I saw a woman selling a whole set of Huian women's clothes in a small shop. Old lady's offer 150 yuan. It suddenly occurred to me that on June 5438+ 10, 2007, in the China Fashion Museum of Beijing Institute of Fashion, I saw many strange clothes, from the fish skin clothes of the Oroqen people in the northeast to the gorgeous national clothes of the Miao people in Guizhou, but I didn't remember the clothes of Hui 'an women.
I don't understand why their headscarves are basically blue, from royal blue to light blue to dark blue. I don't see a woman wearing a headscarf of other colors. A headscarf is a small flower or simple geometric figure. The Hui 'an girls who live by the sea are all tanned, but they are in good health. They didn't see a stout figure, all of which were tactfully waisted. The coat only reaches the navel, and a white waist is looming. In addition, the feet-long black wide pants are flying, making them full of charm.
The stalls over there are all selling seafood, and a group of Hui 'an girls in gorgeous clothes are concentrated there, which makes me almost dazzled. It can be seen that they are smart in business. They are quick in their hands and feet, quick in their calculations, and complete their business one by one. It's the first time to see a small octopus with countless suckers here. The marijuana straws on their antennae make me breathless. There are many fish here that I don't know, big and small. They are white or pink, fresh and beautiful, shining with bright water drops in the early morning sun. This is the most colorful and distinctive vegetable market I have ever seen. I went around a big circle and bought half a catty of red shrimp from a girl in Huian as a souvenir to visit Chongwu ancient city.
I went back to CMB in Quanzhou and set off at ten in the morning. The highway ahead seems to be undergoing major repairs, and most of the time drivers are taking the broken road below level 3. On both sides of the road is Huian's daughter's home. They are all one-story or two-story houses made of white granite. I like the natural and simple texture of stone, with the breath of time and years. This kind of house makes me feel beautiful. However, the locals obviously don't think so. A slightly richer family tightly wraps the front and side of the stone house with dark red or white tiles, which makes the original quaint house become a building like a bathroom. Wherever I go, I like these ugly tiles in the place where I just started to get rich. They quickly turn primitive buildings of different styles in different places into unified toilets or bathrooms.
What interests me is that four words are engraved on the lintel of every household. Most people's doors say "Meishan School". Meishan should be the place where their ancestors lived, right? Where the hell is it?
On this rotten road, I drove for almost an hour and stopped on a bus without air conditioning. I felt a little carsick. In the last half hour, I was very hot, tired and uncomfortable. My head leaned against the chair in the front row, anxiously looking forward to arriving in Quanzhou. When the car slowly pulled into Quanzhou Central Bus Station, I was almost excited to go home.
(To be continued)
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