Star | Long rice taste

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I have a brother who has been the principal in the elementary school I have taught. A few days ago, he must take me to dinner in the town. It was a real meal because "the new rice came up."

The hotel is called Qiaotou Hotel, and it is beside the north of Qiaobei. The south of the bridge is a large paddy field. The bald boss in the rude facade is very good: pork head meat, beef, leek spring rolls, iron plate clams, lamb soup, pepper beer to cook hairy crabs, oil -soaked fish, stir -fried pork belly ... The ground was covered with the table, just like the land behind his shop was covered with various vegetables.

These are all pavement. At the end, a large white porcelain bowl with a little side was raised on the end, full of a bowl of white rice. Brother pointed out, this is the meal I invite you to eat. The middle -aged people's dinner almost did not consume carbohydrates. Under his gaze, I had a difficult love but dial two chopsticks. As soon as the entrance, I hurriedly dial a few more chopsticks -the difficulty of described rice fragrance, sweet and full taste, when chewing, the cheeks are also slightly vocal. After eating so many messy dishes, this clear water and new rice are cooked out of the new rice. With a sip of meals, my tears were almost excited. They are a bit different from the rice in the supermarket. There are white light under the sunlight. Some rice grains can be seen on the rice grains.

My brother saw that I did eat fragrant, relieved, and said fiercely: This is early rice. I will send you some of the a few acres of Putian in our family. Our rice is eaten by our own family, so we do not take medication or pursue yield. Brother Tao Li Mantian, but what I envy is that he can plant his favorite rice beams in the season of the rainy season of Twilight Valley. When the autumn frost falls, he will harvest some clean food and give friends.

In the past few years, we have to leave different from his family every week. On the train of Nanjing and Nantong, you often see the rivers on both sides of the railway. The picture of the potion and the opening of the harvester flutters in front of the eyes. One year in October, the rice fields have been harvested cleanly, and a few sheds were temporarily set up in the center of the field. In the river pond next to the river pond, the big black and white ducks forated freely. Someone walked home along the countryside ... The galloped motorcycle took me to my life. Back. Thinking of Qu Yuan in "Soul of the Soul": "The family of the family, the food is more, the rice is more square. The rice dumplings, the yellow beams. There are also yellow beams, grains and five flavors. The reunion of this harvest has gradually become a life I lost.

I also have the countryside, but there is no place to retain, and there are not many family members. Dusk in August and September, occasionally walk with her mother. Our favorite is a cement roadside in the rice field. The night was drowsy, and the appearance and color of the rice were not clear, and I didn't know where the egrets in the day went. But walking, my mother would say, "You smelled! Rice incense! This rice can be collected for ten days and a half months." So I jumped out of the field and picked it half -spikes, and I watched it. I have done this to farmers. The sharpness on the valley is a bit hands, and the green rice grains have not been completely faded, like a small berry, which is very fragrant.

After eating rice, it talks about making wine, because after the harvest of the new rice, it has reached the season of rice wine and flower dew. After half a month, we went to the master who learned to make wine with my brother. He is actually a painter, and he is usually not at home. He returns after receiving rice every year. On the three -story house, there are big rivers in front of the house, and chickens and ducks are in groups. More than a dozen large paint buckets are lined up in the front yard, of which the Manzyu is planted, and each barrel can receive two or three pounds. The wine tank is in the backyard, brewed with its own rice, mountain spring water, and Yanghe Daqu. After the frost falls, the tank is sealed, and the altar is opened in the New Year. The flower dew he made, the wine is like amber, the entrance is mellow, and people who have no alcohol can drink a few bowls. The wines sold in the store are all degrees, 42 degrees, 52 degrees, each wine friend, basically a few of them can drink a few, but this flower dew is not determined. Maybe 34 degrees, because the climate is uncertain, there are less water and wine songs, and the fermentation of rice is also very casual, so what will happen when you drink, not drunk, more drunk, you can only push from the result. In short, the sweetness of rice is actually hidden with the hottest soul.

Brother has countless opportunities to get out of the town, but he has never thought about it. He said that since he was 19 years old, a child has called his president Grandpa, and he lives very well. But in the autumn full of rice incense, the sweet and sweet background is filled with rice fragrant wine.

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