At that time, the country was still in a difficult period, and the rural life in southern Liaoning where I lived was not rich. Although my parents were paid to work, there was still not enough food to eat.
Go to the grain store to get food every month, a few kilograms of white flour and a few kilograms of rice, and the rest is coarse grains. My younger brother and sister are two years apart, and we haven't had much to eat until we are ten years old. Three children can eat too much, and one steamed bun is not enough. There is no surplus for every meal, so there is no one for each person.
Corn flour buns eat the most, and we call them corn flour cakes, which are also made of flour. Sorghum rice steamed buns are the least favorite, because they are brown and not delicious. White flour bun is to improve life, and can only be eaten during festivals. For example, on August 15, you can eat white flour steamed bread during the Spring Festival, but you can't eat it at ordinary times.
It wasn't until 1978, after the reform and opening up, that we felt we could eat enough when the grain supply was open to flour and rice. At that time, my brother and I went to junior high school and my sister went to primary school, both of which were growing up, because when I was a child, I didn't have enough to eat, which affected my physical development! I thought that if I ate better when I was a child, I could grow to 1.7 meters and my brother could grow to 1.8 meters.
Now that the country is strong, the people live a rich life and have everything they want, but they dare not eat for fear of overnutrition, which is not good for their health. Every meal needs to be limited. Now I often think of the years at that time, and sometimes I even miss the taste of sorghum rice flour buns!
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When I was in primary school, I ate steamed buns made by mixing sorghum flour and alfalfa grass. In 1962, I ate Zizyphus jujuba from the mountain and mashed it with a stone mortar or ate dumplings together. Think about the taste. The saddest thing is that one year, everyone was given 62 kilograms of wheat, and even the skin was not enough to eat, so I had to dig wild vegetables up the mountain to satisfy my hunger, which made my uncle's whole body swollen. Only in Huang Liang did the state give it to 1 every day. Nowadays, people live in the prosperous time of China's reform and opening up, so they should cherish and cherish it.
I was born in 1965, and my family was in the Weihe Plain, which is known as Qinchuan in 800 Li. The land was leveled and there was an irrigation project to pump nutrient water from Jiaokou. But at that time, it was the collective labor of agricultural cooperatives, and the production team made a unified settlement. At the end of the year, there were many overdraft households. Because there was not enough food, I borrowed the grain from the team in advance or advanced cash. As far as I remember, 5 yuan was a huge sum.
At that time, there were many people in the family, but there were few laborers, so they earned less work points. The maximum number of laborers per day was 0.8- 1.5, which is not accurate to remember. After deducting rainy days, Chinese New Year and other days when they can't work, a strong laborer may earn 300 work days a year, and a production team with good final accounts is worth two or three cents a day. The difference may be only a few cents, and the best one should not be.
I remember steaming three kinds of steamed buns at home in the 1970s, as described in the ordinary world. The first wheat flour was divided into white flour and black flour, and the slightly white one was for my grandmother (dialect refers to grandma). Everyone ate black buns as rough as black bran. There are steamed buns with corn flour, which are hard, and the dolls put them? It's called shooting dogs. After the contract system was started in 1982, it was officially distributed to households in 1984, and it has basically become a white bun in recent years.
Seeing this topic reminds me of my childhood.
In the early 1970s, most people in China were still in a state of hunger and cold, especially in the poor and poor northern Sichuan area of our hometown.
I remember that in February and March every year, some families with many children were caught in a food shortage. Parents who had no choice but to appeal to them used rice bran and picked up wild vegetables to make that kind of coarse bran steamed bun without oil and salt. Hungry children were hungry, and the coarse bran steamed bun they ate fermented and flatted in their stomachs, but they couldn't pull it out. Every day, they could see the misery of children who were crying while squatting in the toilet. In desperation, their parents found sticks. . .
The past is unbearable.
At that time, our family was in a better situation. My father worked outside and sent money and food home on time every month. With my father's protection, I rarely experienced starvation in my childhood.
At that time, the flour for making steamed buns in my family was turned out by my mother sweating around on the stone mill. The steamed bun with wheat bran flour spread out by firewood will have a strong smell of wheat when it is eaten hot, but it really tastes bad, and the steamed bun is hard and rough. But at that time, it was already a delicious food that made the children next door drool.
In my memory, my family's steamed buns have the fragrance of my mother's youth and fragrance, as well as the most simple sunshine and breeze in my hometown. . .
Think about it now, almost most people live a happy life with plenty of food and clothing. They can have whatever they want at ordinary times, and there are countless varieties of buns. So, what are we dissatisfied with and complaining about? !
I was born in the rural areas of northern Shaanxi in the 1960s.
At that time, I ate mostly chaff nests, and occasionally I put a little sorghum corn flour in them. You can eat white flour buns three or four times a year on festivals, such as June 6, Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year.
What kind of buns did you eat when you were born?
A: I am born after 50, and I can't remember what kind of steamed buns I ate in the year when I was born.
I only remember that when I was a child, I never ate white flour buns at all; At that time, there were very few wheat plants in the hilly areas of northern China, mainly because the water source could not keep up. At that time, there were no reservoirs and no canals, and irrigation could only rely on the water in the well. There were wells and waterwheels in the wheat fields, and the waterwheels were pushed by people or livestock, and the water in the wells was pumped up from the wells one by one, and then flowed into the wheat fields in small canals. There is also a kind of windlass, where people take turns to twist it, and people don't rest their horses. They screw it up one can at a time and then flow to the wheat field. So at that time, the simple and clumsy irrigation mode, a little garden land can only grow some vegetables, very little wheat. Corn and sweet potatoes are the main crops in the field, so crops don't need to be irrigated in time, and it depends on the rain, that is, the harvest depends on the weather.
At that time, the steamed buns were mainly corn flour, sweet potato noodles, corn flour cakes, corn flour steamed buns, corn flour cakes, sweet potato cakes and sweet potato noodles; In the difficult period of three years, there were no buns left, and we ate wild vegetables, cakes, and steamed buns.
After the reform and opening up, science and technology developed, agricultural science and technology improved, there were reservoirs and large canals, irrigation was mechanized, artificial rainfall, more grain was beaten, and there was no need to eat steamed buns like that anymore. We steamed steamed steamed buns at home, bought steamed buns on the street and steamed buns with white flour.
However, we have been there before, and I saw that there were still steamed buns on the garbage spot, so I felt it was a pity that Dabai steamed buns could not be eaten. Although there is plenty of food, we should keep the style of diligence and thrift. If we can't eat less, don't spoil it. We shouldn't waste a grain. A porridge and a bun, when thinking hard; We should know better: "It's noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that every grain of food is hard". It is shameful to waste food, but it is glorious to be diligent and thrifty.
Bloody sorghum flour buns, rolls made of sorghum flour and wheat flour, one layer of red and one layer of white. Golden corn flour buns, flower rolls made of corn flour and wheat flour, and then we ate wheat flour buns, and our family no longer worried about food and clothing.
Corn flour pancake.
I was born in the countryside after the 1960s. At that time, the foreign debt of the Soviet Union had just been paid off, and the country was still very poor. It was lucky not to starve. I have never been hungry in the northeast countryside, and fertile land nourishes us. There is no rice and white flour, but cornmeal cakes have raised us.
Its practice is that rural cauldrons, stewed dishes at the bottom of the pot, are posted on the side of the pot; After the cornmeal is mixed, it can only be pasted when the pot reaches a certain temperature, otherwise it will be left in the pot; This is a technical job, which can't be pasted by a novice. Wait until the stew is cooked and the big cake is ready. Shovel it with a spatula until a big cake with a crispy crust comes out of the pot, and it's ready.
Because I ate it all the year round when I was young, my stomach hurts when I see big cakes and big scorpions now. It's a conditioned reflex.
However, I like to eat corn porridge and corn porridge. I have kept these two ways of eating corn until now. It's delicious for yourself.
I remember that in 1962, when food was still tight, we were often hungry, and adults would not cook buns for us if we didn't have enough to eat. It was cloudy in autumn that year, and the light rain couldn't stop. My brother and my cousin went up the mountain and stole some persimmons. At that time, persimmon trees were all production teams. At that time, people who went to work in the fields would steal some corn, red department and so on when they came back. We have no one to work hard, so we can't bring any food, and sometimes we don't have any food. After the persimmon was brought back, my mother did not know where to get some wheat bran, so she crushed the persimmon and steamed it with the wheat bran. We ate it very delicious. After my father got off work, my mother asked my father to eat it. My father said, This will be delicious. He said how delicious it was when he ate it. He consulted with his mother. Let's not eat it yet, and wait until tomorrow when we go up the mountain to cut the needle (a thorny plant) and come back to check the ground. At that time, there were private plots, and needles were planted on the ground to prevent others from stealing crops. On the second day, my family of four (my parents and my brother) went up the mountain with steamed wheat bran buns and went up the mountain happily.