attack stream of life

"Sister Yu made sour plum soup."

If it is said that the most thirst-quenching food in memory, besides watermelon, it is sour plum soup.The stimulating acid flows on the tip of the tongue, bringing out a little sweetness, just thinking about it makes you feel saliva.

When Zhaoming was in the city, if the neighbors made more sour plum soup, they would bring him a bowl.

He is well-behaved and sensible since he was a child. He doesn't cry and can't make troubles. He listens to people talking about ancient times with peace of mind. He is the favorite of the old people. Never forget.

The small lotus seed bowl is just held by two small hands, and half a bowl of plum-red sour plum soup is not enough for an adult to drink in one gulp, but children can carefully sip it one by one, letting the sweet and sour taste travel around in the mouth Round and round, I was willing to swallow slowly.

In fact, it is the most beautiful to swallow it in one mouthful when it is the coldest. The cold feeling stimulates the whole mouth to tremble, and the heat will fly out from the sky.But if it is left for a little longer, the coldness will disappear, leaving only acid.Because this soup is cooled with well water, it is assimilated by air after a long time and becomes hot again.

But Zhaoming was always reluctant to drink it in one gulp, wanting the sour taste to stay longer, longer.

His biological mother was beautiful, she was a lady from a great family, and it was very nice to make soup after washing her hands, and the taste was just that way, sour plum soup was not good at making it.But Zhaoming loves to eat, so she buys some occasionally, but unfortunately, the ones she buys are always unsatisfactory.

The stepmother doesn't like the taste of sour plum, and she doesn't like sour plum soup, so if she wants to eat it, she has to wait for the neighbor to make it.The aunt next door made a very delicious sour plum soup. The sourness was just right, the sweetness was just right, and the sweet and sour blended into a top taste enjoyment.

But since my aunt became a mother-in-law two years ago, her family has never made sour plum soup—the daughter-in-law is also a henchman of the stepmother, and they don't like the taste of sour plums.With fewer people to support and busy with the children, my aunt didn't even bother to make sour plum soup.

Zhaoming himself doesn't understand that there are still people in this world who can refuse to drink sour plum soup in summer.But such a person not only exists, but lives around him.

Later, every summer, watermelon was still available, and the family could buy a few slices for a few cents, and share a share at home. Zhaoming was also lucky enough to taste two bites.The sour plum soup was gone.Because it is gone, it becomes a precious existence in memory.

Unexpectedly, in the southern countryside, he drank sour plum soup again.

Comrade Yu took out a jar of ebony plums, a small celadon pot-bellied jar, which was carefully sealed with oilcloth. Comrade Yu brought it from his hometown and made it secretly according to the method handed down by his ancestors.

Others took licorice, sweet-scented osmanthus and other ingredients, Zhaoming took hawthorn slices, and then everyone pooled a few cents to buy some old rock candy.Although there is still some white sugar in the kitchen, it is said that making sour plum soup must be the most authentic rock sugar, otherwise it will always be a little bit worse.

The sour plum soup made by Comrade Yu is sweet and sour, sweet and fragrant, and the aftertaste lingers for a long time after drinking.It is delicious even if it is not served with well water, but if it is chilled with cool well water, the taste will be even more delicious.

Even the villagers who worked in the same field with the educated youths were attracted to drink a cup with their bodies, small kettles and broken porcelain bowls on the ridge of the field.They don't drink for nothing, they drank their sour plum soup during the day, and at night they brought their children over to give them a handful of shallots and a piece of ginger.

When the weather is hottest, they sit under the shade of the trees by the edge of the field, squinting their eyes and drinking the cold sour plum soup with a sweet and sour aftertaste.At this time, everyone looked pretty much the same, sitting squatting indistinctly, with mud spots on their trouser legs, and flies flying around making annoying 'buzzing' sounds.

Everyone used straw hats as fans to drive away flying insects and bring some wind.But the sun is too hot, and the sweat that drips on the ground emits smoke and turns into water vapor, so the wind that blows is also hot.

But because I drank sour plum soup in my mouth, I didn't feel irritable.

An old educated youth got up from drinking sour plum soup, and sang casually, "The bottom mustache water drains the cup, and it is naturally cool in Yanshan. The copper bowl is called in the street, and there is a cup of ice water and plum soup."

This tune is like folk songs, or other small operas, with a unique flavor.

He was originally sitting with Zhaoming, they had already drank three or four cups, and the jug was already empty.

Zhaoming shook the kettle, looked down, and saw that it was indeed gone, so he put the kettle in one place, threw it back, covered his face with his hat, and was about to take a nap at noon, when he replied, "Two The flowers bloom on Zhuoshan Mountain, cup after cup. I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, and the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the qin."

The old educated youth laughed, "Why the Ming Dynasty?" He took out a harmonica from his pocket and played it.

The other educated youths beside them also laughed, clapping their hands to the rhythm of the harmonica.

The villagers couldn't understand what they were talking about, and they didn't understand what those educated youths were laughing at. They just thought they were stupid. It was inexplicable for them to sing and play the harmonica without shutting up and resting in such a hot day.

Although they are sitting in one place, enjoying the shade on a piece of land, blowing a gust of wind, and surrounding a mosquito, their thoughts are separated by a mountain range.

If you are a mean person, you have to say "how can summer insects talk about ice".

Although the educated youths did not say this, they also consciously separated themselves from the villagers and did not interfere with each other.

There are only a handful of young people who still have innocence that has not been smoothed by life, and their thoughts are like birds in the sky and fish swimming in the water. They look at the educated youths with bright eyes, and their faces show envy.

One of them also said to his companion, "That's what they call life, and the best we can do is live."

His companion didn't think so, and sneered, "What's wrong with being alive? Those people can't even do a job well. They stand up so tall, and they're not as neat as a child. With that little work, if it wasn't for the help from the family, they would just I’m afraid I won’t be able to survive. We don’t have enough land in our village, and they still come to grab food. I really don’t know what good these people will do.”

"They didn't learn how to farm the land. If you have the ability, you can compare your knowledge with them?" The young man was a little unconvinced.

A few half-aged teenagers also joined their conversation, "I also think it's pretty good. Although I didn't understand what they said, it felt different. It's like the sour plum soup they drank, which cost so much money. It’s a good thing, just to have a sip of cold soup in the summer, it’s all nonsense, but we’ve tried it, don’t we like it too?”

"Oh, I really want to go to the city to see if it's really that good. Why do the people who come from there, even the girls, look up, like a flock of big white geese, so proud that there is no limit."

"Don't even think about it, even the people in the city have to go to our countryside. You still want to go to the city? They have been here for almost five years, and those who can go back will go back sooner. So what if they are different from us? No matter how high your head is, in Our land has to be low. No matter how good their knowledge is, what's the use? Don't they have to go to the countryside to work? It's not as good as ours. Look at the two people who joined our village, what kind of work do they do all day long? They don’t do it, they are supported by their daughter-in-law, and they still insist on wearing white shirts. Now my mother uses them to warn us not to hang out with educated youths.”

"That's right, they are so exhausted singing and making noise, how can they have the energy to work in the afternoon? If you don't work much, you will not get work points. In the end, you still have to cry for help from the city. When we stand up at the age of ten, our village If they can earn money for the family, they can support themselves. What’s the use of singing and blowing? The surface of donkey dung is smooth, but it looks good on the outside.”

The boy was still unconvinced, but he didn't argue with his companions, and kept staring at the educated youths.

At five or six in the afternoon, as soon as the captain blew his whistle, the field workers came over to register the results of the afternoon's labor into specific work points, and then went home.Except for a few strong laborers, the work points of other people are similar, and the educated youths work lightly, and even less, generally only five or six work points, which is barely enough to eat.

The educated youth also returned to the educated youth point one after another. The rice was cooked in the morning, and there were some leftovers, which were added with sweet potatoes and cooked into porridge.

Everyone puts out a little ration and a few cents every month, because it is physical work, so both men and women eat a lot and cook a lot. Each person has two tablespoons, which is very fair.If you can’t get enough to eat, you can also bake some sweet potatoes yourself.

They are all single, have no family burden, and are willing to spend money on themselves, so they often take the money to the west house to exchange for tofu, and the east house for grass carp.Although there is no meat today, there are also half-meat such as kelp and egg soup, plus hot and sour pickled cucumber and fried tofu. Everyone is very satisfied. The heat on my body.

After a day's work, everyone was tired. Zhaoming climbed into bed early and read for a while by the dim oil lamp. Seeing that both of them had fallen asleep, he put down the mosquito net and turned on the lamp.

We live together, everything else is good, we can take care of each other, but there is no privacy and personal space.

He lay down for a while, and heard his companion breathing heavily, he was fast asleep, and seeing that the room was dark, with the mosquito net behind it, he couldn't see clearly, so he leaned sideways against the wall.In just a few seconds, or less than a few seconds, there was a bunch of things in his arms, a few big red pomegranates the size of an adult's fist, round and snow-white melons, and golden oranges with a sour fragrance. There are some catties, piled up into a hill.

He waited for a while, turned over and got out of bed, carefully took out his own box from under the bed, put pomegranates and other fruits in one by one, still thinking about how to get these things out to eat later.

There are fruits in the south, and the supply and marketing cooperatives occasionally supply them, but the appearance is not so good. Such good fruits are eye-catching.

Lu Zhaoming was conscious from birth, or he was born knowing it. He stumbled all the way until he was 15 years old. He had just graduated from high school, and then received his family's quota for going to the countryside.His family was originally a reorganized family, so don't expect any kind of harmony.Letting him go to the countryside was originally the result of the balance between the two sides, and it was also his smooth sailing.

His parents' situation is quite special. His grandfather is an architectural expert. He once studied in Italy and met his grandmother.

That's right, grandma is a Western beauty who gave birth to two sons and a daughter.Wasn't it against this and that at that time, and the family was affected and sentenced to "property".The two uncles were sent abroad, and the grandmother refused to leave, so the two went to a farm in the far south to renovate. Zhaoming's mother couldn't bear the old couple being left alone on the farm, so she divorced and went with her.

For the sake of Lu Zhaoming's future, he was not taken away, so as not to be implicated by "components".It's just that after that, his life was still sad.

When the stepmother brought the step-sister in and gave birth to a pair of twins within a year, Lu Zhaoming's position became more and more embarrassing.

It can't be called abuse, it's just indifference, and there is no shortage of supplies.Zhaoming is not a real child either, he seems to be born to understand people's hearts, no matter how beautiful their smiles are, their true emotions can't deceive people.

He knew how to protect himself, even though he didn't like it in his heart, he still looked up to his father on the surface, so he got a little share of the afterglow and saved some private houses.

This trip to the countryside was supposed to be the stepmother's place, but she refused to go, and handed over a powerful person, so they wanted Zhaoming to take her place.Zhaoming volunteered himself before they broke the news, and then put on a face of resignation for a few days with a smile and tears. His father felt guilty for this, and privately gave him 60 yuan and many tickets, including many national food stamps and industrial stamps.

The national food stamps were exchanged for others on the train. In exchange for local food stamps and money, plus the one-time subsidy that the organization gave to each educated youth, Zhaoming had about 100 in his possession.

Including the private house saved before, there are five or six hundred.

That was his biggest secret.

When he was very young, when he was just born, there was a voice saying that he wanted him to brew ten altars of peerless wine and make him rich for a town of ten miles. This town is the town of "Shangwan Village".

Then he had a teacher and a classroom to teach him how to make wine every day, every day, with constant cold and heat.Every day, you can get less than ten catties of wine-making raw materials from a virtual store, mostly grains and fruits, as well as various types of milk, streaky meat, herbs, honey, seafood, etc.

He didn't understand at first, why there is still fat, but the teacher said that there is nothing in this world that cannot be brewed, not only pork, but also mutton and beef.But now he can only brew several common grain wines and a few fruit wines.And it has only been brewed in the virtual classroom, not in reality.

When he was at home, he lived in a cubicle no more than two meters long and wide. It was too crowded to put a bed, and there was not much space for personal belongings.What's more, although that room is his, others can come in and out at will. He doesn't even dare to put the sugar he saved during the Chinese New Year there, let alone things like wine making.

That is, occasionally after school, he secretly went to the black market, exchanged some good fruits and meat for some money and tickets, and slowly saved some.

His stepmother didn't like him, so Zhaoming's room was the furthest away. During the day, the door was wide open and there was no place to hide. At night, he secretly ate fruit and candy, and also poured some milk.Because it has not been processed, the taste of milk is relatively fishy, ​​so he secretly melted the brown sugar with hot water, added milk, and it tasted warm.

Little by little, like a little mouse, it supplements its nutrition.

Later, when he went to the countryside, it took him several days to travel by car from north to south, but he still didn't dare to let go. His stepmother's eyesight was gone, and other people's eyes were still there.Fortunately, he has saved a lot of money over the years. After he arrived in the local county, he did a lot of shopping. He prepared two hot water bottles and a lot of other daily necessities, so those who came with him knew that he was "rich in hand". Yes, I don't think it's strange to see him bring back some food and things when he goes to the county once in a while.

Zhaoming not only uses it for himself, but also sends some to his grandfather on the farm.At first I was afraid of checking, so I didn't dare to send too much, just a letter, a small bag of fine flour and a little sugar.He couldn't think about it, he would have to pay a lot of postage for one delivery, so it wasn't worthwhile to send it.He pondered over and over again, what could a student, ten years old (at the time), be able to do?

He thought of writing manuscripts for magazines and newspapers. It seemed inappropriate to write anything else, so he wrote fairy tales. A group of animals, wolves and wild boars were metaphors for big landlords and bureaucrats in the old society, and rabbits and sheep symbolized poor people.The story is always the Dzogchen. The rabbit and the sheep won the victory by relying on their wisdom, praising the hard work and bravery of the working people.

His method is feasible, not only to gain a wave of prestige for himself, but also to make money.The money is not too much, a few yuan at a time, and Zhaoming's own father doesn't take this either.He used the money to buy some supplies and packed them to his grandfather.He earned the money himself, and gave it in a fair and honest way, even if his stepmother said something eccentric, it didn't hurt him at all.

When Zhaoming went to the countryside this time, he brought the newspapers and magazines that included his fairy tales. His companions all thought it was amazing that he had such a glorious 'history' at such a young age. Not bad, even started to try to write manuscripts like him.

Of course, what they wrote was not fairy tales, but more prose essays and some novels.

There was a time when it was popular to write stories about going to the countryside, because the sadness and distress in them were too real and they were banned, and the original author was denounced as 'reactionary thinking'.They dare not touch this minefield, so they have to try their best to find the beauty in life, feel it with their keen literati mind, and then write it on paper.

Writing in this way really expresses my own thoughts and does not deviate from the requirements, so it is very suitable.