Straight chicken head rice, the taste of Suzhou in the early autumn

Wen Tu/Ying Zhigang

Chicken head is old, and summer is almost passing. This is the text of the writer Wang Zengqi in "Life is very fun".

After the beginning of autumn, it was time to go public when the chicken head rice was listed.

In this season, it can often evoke the memories of the old Suzhou, a yellow -haired picture, fixed in the dusty dust.

In the afternoon, the sunshine of the mother -in -law was sprinkled in the alley through the shade of the tree. The Moms sat under the eaves and enjoyed the refreshing style of wearing the wind. Chicken head rice, "Breaking" from the shell of the maroon shell, rolled along the gesture in the blue and white porcelain bowl.

In the evening, the sweet flavor of sweetness was in the alley.

A bowl of hot chicken head with sugar -stained osmanthus, gently scooped it with a spoon, and sent it in the mouth with a delicate juice.

This is the taste of Gusu. The gentleness and exquisite flowing in the blood veins are the memories of everyone who have come to Suzhou and read a lifetime.

Chicken head rice is a high neighbor of Xiahe. The leaves are round and large, and the corners are slightly tilted upwards. It is like a green disc on the water surface, but it does not like the lotus leaves and smoothness.

The flowers of the chicken head are light purple, floating on the water, and a piece of purple clouds.

After the flowers, the calyx did not fall off. Over time flowing, it slowly closed and expanded, forming a fruit ball with a chicken head.

A fist -sized fruit ball, wrapped in hundreds of orange fruits, peeled off the tough shell, rounded like pearls, color -oriented chicken heads like peas, and rice.

Every time the chicken -headed rice picking season, the farmers got up in the middle of the night and packed the tool head wearing a mines and rushed to the paddy field.

Farmers stepped on mud water, deep and shallow, and explored between huge leaves. After exploring the fruit, cut the leaves with a bamboo knife, pulled the fruit out of the gap, and quickly scratched two knives at the root. Cut off and put in the bamboo basket.

In order to shoot the scene of picking chicken -headed rice, I got up at four in the morning, and Crescent was still hung in the sky. When he rushed to the Zhiba Eight Immortal Base in Chenghu, the sun had just emerged.

I was yawned, and the farmers who had been busy all night had pulled a bag of 100 pounds of fruit from the paddy field. It was full of piles on the tricycle to prepare to send it to the acquisition station.

"This year's big harvest", an old man who was still searching in the paddy field said that during this time, except for the most poisonous period of noon, the family was soaked in the water day and night.

I handed the bottle of water to him, and he shook his head and said, "I don't have time to drink", but subconsciously stunned the waist that could not stand upright with my hand. Black skirt, with salt spots.

"Suzhou is good, the chicken head of the water, Yingrun every nids pearl, the soft fragrance prefers the milk, and stripped the small court." This is the famous food in the Qing Dynasty. Description in ".

When writing these words, the Suzhou people were still official in Beijing.

In Suzhou, in the eyes of Shen Chaochu, it was not a tiger hill, a garden, nor the rafting of Taihu Lake, but a chicken head growing in the paddy field.

Chicken head is in short supply in Suzhou, and it is the nostalgia left in the years. In 2017, the chicken -headed rice produced by Chenghu Lake outside Gusu City was successfully selected for the registration of national agricultural product geographical standards.

This place is located in the straight agricultural park. At present, there are nearly 10,000 mu of chicken -headed rice planting area. More than 800 farmers have worked hard throughout the year to save the most nostalgic nostalgia for Suzhou people.

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