When I came back from shopping on the street, I met a woman selling wine and mash at the gate of the community. I stopped the car and planned to buy some. My wife had said for a long time that the wine mash sold by these mothers-in-law was brewed from their own pure grains without adding any preservative or pigment. Although the color seemed to be worse, it was not as beautiful as that sold in the supermarket, but I feel relieved to eat, and the flavor is more intense. At first glance, there was only the last lump left. My mother-in-law probably wanted to sell it at once in order not to leave any more. It was difficult to deal with it. She told me that she had bought all of them, which was cheaper. It’s not cheap, and it doesn’t matter. It’s not easy for an old woman who is over sixty years old to get these things apart. I nodded and said, “I’ll buy all of them. When my grandmother helped me pack wine and mash, she praised I am a frank person. I told my mother-in-law that she was very good at making these wine mash when she was there. My mother-in-law probably didn’t hear clearly. She asked, is mother still alive? I said, more than ten years after her death, my mother-in-law sighed that she was old and could not stay even if she wanted to stay. She would leave one after another. In a word, it makes me feel uncomfortable. When I got home, I was still thinking about my mother-in-law’s words. I wondered why I said this sentence at that time. Was it because I saw an old figure and thought of my mother unconsciously, it was the distiller’s grains in that basin that reminded me of the scene when my mother was still alive, dealing with these things, and suddenly remembered the smell left by my mother? I can’t say it clearly, and I don’t want to say it clearly. Anyway, the past time and related fragments are very clear in my mind. A mountain village, a family in a mountain village, at this time, many flavors including the tea and rice dishes gradually appeared, and the plots were also continuous, flashing in my mind. Making glutinous rice wine in lunar December is my mother’s specialty. Usually, in the new year, my mother would ask for these rare things. Don’t underestimate these crafts. They are not as simple as ordinary people think. How many meters, how much water, how much wine yeast to use, who made the wine yeast, all have particular attention and experience, if not to find enough experience, made glutinous rice wine, there would be no strong fragrance and sweetness. Naturally, the whole family could not enjoy the pleasure and long taste of guyifen. In this year, naturally there would be a little less flavor. My mother was extremely unwilling to see such a scene, so when making glutinous rice wine every year, she was careful and patient, and didn’t allow any mistakes to appear. The glutinous rice used for wine is sieved twice, and the rice grains mixed in the middle are also picked out, soaked in the well water for a day and night, and then steamed in a steamer. After steaming, it is spread out in the bamboo plaque to get cold, then mix the wine yeast, mix it well carefully, put it on the basin, it is best to use the wooden basin with fir hoop, cover it, nest in the cotton wool, and slowly brew in the cellar. How many wine yeast to mix is very important. If there is less, the wine mash will not form, which will waste food in vain. If there is more, the taste is too heavy, but less, it is much sweet, which will not please children’s joy. Every time, my mother was always in the heart, and she seemed to know clearly how many wine songs she needed. What’s more, those wine songs sold by vendors in villages and villages were strong and inferior, all of them are clear and easy to use. If you don’t know these, how to make this glutinous rice wine! No matter how cold it was in lunar December, there was a mother’s servant, which was two or three days faster and five or six days longer. The fragrance of glutinous rice wine came out, teasing the greedy insects in the bottom of my heart, while my mother didn’t notice, I want to uncover the cotton wool to find out. My mother was sharp-eyed and drank lightly, stretching out the cat’s claws, so she had to shrink back reluctantly. When the room was full of strong wine fragrance, mother would unpack the cotton wool and open the wooden basin. At this time, the overflowing wine fragrance could not be simply described by the word intoxicating. This cola is broken, we greedy children, hurry up to find a bowl, take a spoon, and taste it as soon as possible. Mother laughed while scolding, look at your achievements, haven’t you eaten? It is a common saying in the countryside that you don’t want to be dull when you give birth to a child, and you don’t want to be sour when you make wine. In slang and village sayings, there is the sustenance of villagers. No matter how many children and children are born, they always hope to grow up normally and grow up first before they become good; No matter how much wine they make, they also hope to be sweet and fragrant wine mash. If not, that makes people depressed. The wine is made in lunar December days, which is prepared for the new year. If you can’t make wine with a good bowl of rice, isn’t it very annoying in your heart? Besides, the villagers pay more or less attention to a good omen. The glutinous rice wine made a mess during the Spring Festival, didn’t it add to the joy of the Spring Festival? There were also times when my mother failed. Every time, she couldn’t tell how depressed she was and complained about herself again and again. But once, it was not my mother’s fault, but our little brothers couldn’t wait, the result of misconducts. The winter was extremely cold that year. Adults smashed the ice in the pond at the door with a hammer to break a big hole in the bowl. We skated on the ice all day. It was said to be a skateboard, which was just a small bench. It poured some water on it the day before and was frozen outside the house. There was also a layer of solid ice on the surface. It was moved to the pond and turned over, with all legs upside down, with a man, with a push, you can slide far away. The year is getting closer and closer, and we enjoy it every day. Busy years are the business of father and mother. My mother made glutinous rice wine early. She didn’t expect it to be too cold. The rice in the wooden basin couldn’t get out the wine flavor for a long time, so my mother put the wooden basin in the steamer on the stove, cover it tightly with a quilt. Before going to bed every night, a handful of thatched fire will be burnt to raise the temperature in the steamer. This method was really effective. After two days, the aroma of wine came out and spread out through the thick quilt. Seeing our impatient look, mother warned that it would take two days before the wine fragrance came out. I couldn’t wait, carrying my mother behind my back and burning a handful of thatched grass in the oven sugar. The next day, my mother was very surprised that how could the glutinous rice wine in the pot smell so fast, so she quickly loosened the quilt to check that the wine was finished, unlike the previous sweet fragrance, the fragrant smell is sour. Mother changed color, long a no make a noise. In my mother’s heart, she paid great attention to the sign. The wine mash in the basin became like this, which made her very unhappy. We dared not admit it. We were afraid that our mother would be furious and smoke our skin. We looked at her when she was not willing to eat. We wanted to confess for several times. When the words came to our lips, we swallowed them again. We were just afraid that father would be angry, beat US. When talking about this many years later, my mother said that she knew it was the good thing we did at that time, because from the firewood Ash, she had expected that we set a fire, and the reason why it was not exposed was that, I am afraid that my father will teach us a lesson. I don’t want to make the old and the young unhappy by the Spring Festival. But a pot of sour rice wine made her unhappy that year. She was afraid of something unpleasant to happen in the next year. Fortunately, throughout the year, although the family had a headache, nothing else went wrong, otherwise, it was really our fault. These plots and clips seem to be forgotten at ordinary times, and have never been remembered at all. I am afraid that I would not have thought of it if I hadn’t met a woman who sold wine mash and smelt the familiar flavor of glutinous rice wine. Once I remembered it, the gate of memory opened, and all kinds of smells deposited deep in my heart appeared leisurely. It seemed that when I was young again, it was the child jumping in front of my mother again, the familiar smell from my mother surrounded me and made me unhappy and uncomfortable.

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