Re sou Jing ning

Starting from Lanzhou, along the 3 12 national road through Jingning, take two steps forward, cross Liupanshan, and take two steps forward, which is Longdong, where I was born and raised. It gives people the impression that Liupanshan is a strong plowman, with a 3 12 pole on his shoulder, a roast chicken in Jingning at one end and potatoes and eggs in Zhenyuan at the other, as if he were going to the market to sell local products during the slack season. Many years have passed, and Liupan Mountain has stood here with a pole on its back for many years without moving a step. It's just that the pole on his shoulder has been changed again and again, straighter and wider. Jingning's roast chicken crisscrossed along this polar road, creating a famous brand. Only the potatoes and eggs in Zhenyuan are still in their own pots. People don't like dogs, so there is no promise and no eyebrows.

Jingning is located between Lanzhou and Jiugou Eighteen Forks. No matter before or now, whenever I go home, I will stay in Jingning for one minute. I used to stop to pee and eat, but now I stop to smoke.

I remember going home to visit relatives in the 1980s and 1990s. When the car arrived in Jingning, the car master stopped the car and pointed to the people full of cars and shouted, "Come on, take a piss and have a meal." I followed the others out of the car and set foot on Jingning land for the first time. When I went to a restaurant on the side of the road to eat, I saw that people were too crowded to fit in, so I took out steamed buns from my bag and stood in the dusty roadside and ate them. When eating, I was attracted by the tangy smell of chicken. I turned around and saw a Jingning roast chicken shop next to the venue. There are many people around the door. Someone bought it and tore it on the spot. The oil in their hands is full of fragrance and very attractive. Some bought it and held it in their hands. They pick them up from time to time and smell them. I seem reluctant to eat, and I am going to take it home to honor my family. My heart moved and I leaned over. To be precise, I was seduced by the smell of that chicken, which can be said to be the most fragrant chicken I have ever smelled. I ate chicken at home, but I didn't eat less in the army, but I didn't feel as fragrant as Jingning roast chicken. Because at that time, there was only an allowance of eight yuan a month, and I couldn't save a few dollars a year, so I secretly counted several pocket tickets and bought one, hoping to take it home and try it. At that time, the days were poor and there was not enough food for people to eat, so chickens were not fat and there was not much oil. The chicken is a lump, wrapped in a piece of coarse linen paper and tied in a backpack with a thin hemp rope. I chose a yellow satchel that I paid for myself to watch others tie up, and got on the bus on my left shoulder. Holding a yellow satchel, I smelled the chicken all the way and swallowed a mouthful of water. I stayed in Pingliang and Zhenyuan for one night and didn't even have the idea of having a taste. At that time, my heart was full of family: grandpa, parents and younger brother, but I didn't have myself.

When I got home, my feet were surrounded by my family before I entered the door. I haven't seen them for years. My family misses me and I miss them, too. When I was talking, I saw my brother and sister and my little yellow dog put their noses in front of my bag. I proudly opened my bag and took out the roast chicken wrapped in hemp paper, saying that I bought one when I passed by Jingning, and I smelled the roast chicken delicious, so I'll let you try it. Jingning, they may not know it, but they really smell the roast chicken. With a really delicious sentence, they couldn't help swallowing as they said it.

Mother took the roast chicken and went straight to the kitchen. Mom knows that everyone is greedy and doesn't wait for dinner. She only heard the sound of a knife box. After a while, a chicken that had been cut into eight pieces was put into grandpa's pit. Mother gave grandpa a complete drumstick, and then you gave him a piece and divided a chicken three times, five times and two times. My mother handed me a piece and stood beside it. I said I ate it on the way. Without reaching for it, my mother gave it to my only sister. At that time, everyone was silent and buried their heads in chickens. The room was filled with the smell of chicken and chewing, and finally the sound of Zaba's mouth and incense. Only the little yellow dog and I stood by, swallowing saliva and watching them enjoy it. Little yellow dog was luckier than me, waiting for chicken bones, but I only smelled chicken, but I didn't taste chicken. Seeing that my family is still wanting more, I secretly scold myself, knowing that my family is talkative, why don't you want to buy two more and let everyone eat at once?

When visiting relatives and returning to the army, what my family told me the most was that I must remember to buy more Jingning roast chicken when I come back next time. I know that Jingning roast chicken began to lay eggs in my heart, so that people who have never been to Jingning remembered a county name called Jingning because of the smell of this roast chicken.

On the way back to Jingning, because the money I brought was only enough to buy two steamed buns except the bus ticket, when I stopped to pee and eat in Jingning, I only looked at the greasy frontispiece in the roast chicken shop, smelled the attractive chicken, swallowed my saliva and ate the steamed buns that were not white or black, but I still didn't taste the smell of chicken. Since then, it has become an idea of mine.

After passing by a few times, I had money in my pocket, so I bought one and ate it all at once like revenge, and then I bought some to take away. To tell the truth, the first time I ate Jingning roast chicken, I ate a whole chicken in one breath, and I didn't know what it tasted like after eating it.

I have been to Qingyang once and went home by the way. My mother rummaged through the luggage I brought back and said unhappily that there was no roast chicken. Did the chickens in Jingning also die of the plague? Only after asking did I know that none of the chickens raised at home died of the plague, so that Shiliba Village had never heard a chicken crow for half a year, let alone eat chicken and drink chicken soup. I told my mother that I flew over Jingning by plane, so I didn't bring her Jingning roast chicken. Mother looked unhappy and muttered, you can't go home from Qingyang and turn from Jingning. Mom, whether you go or not, she only regrets not eating Jingning roast chicken. I think my mother is unhappy, so I said, you have eaten Jingning roast chicken for twenty or thirty years, and it's not greasy. Can you change it? My mother is very determined, so I like Jingning roast chicken, which is very delicious. Eating roast chicken is addictive, and my mother may be the only one. I comforted my mother and brought it to you two when I come back next time to make up for this debt. Mom said, no, at least three, eat one, look at a refrigerator and hide one. In order to make my mother's family happy, I was not the only one who went home every time, and there were several Jingning roast chickens.

However, my intersection with Jingning is not only the delicious roast chicken, but also my business work, a few good friends and a little miss.

I have a comrade-in-arms named Weiguo, and we went to the front line of Laoshan in Yunnan with guns. At that time, he was a hygienist in our division hospital. He fought for a year and a half without firing a shot. His job is simple and monotonous, just injecting needles into the buttocks or other parts of injured or sick comrades. The difference is that seeing the male soldiers plunge deep quickly gives people the feeling that the enemy is about to hit his eyes, and it is not good to be unhappy. Treating female soldiers, his hands are like the spring breeze, weeping willows swaying, gently wiping people's buttocks with small cotton balls over and over again, and cotton balls are changed one after another. If there is no one behind, I guess he will always wipe it with cotton balls like this. His injection method, which is different between men and women, has been a handle for us to make fun of him for a while and is often mentioned.

Although he didn't shoot at the front line, he did not live up to the name of defending the country given to him by his parents and did his duty to defend the country. When I came back from the front, I was surprised to find that when I listened to Wei Guo, I always felt that he had cotton balls in his nostrils. I wonder why a Jingning person speaks Wuwei dialect with a strong nasal voice. As soon as we saw it, when we charged, he fell in love secretly after the injection. Why is it a secret? Because he is a soldier, the army forbids soldiers to talk about objects in the station. If they say anything, they will be punished on their heads once they are found out, so they can only secretly engage in ambiguity. He was talking to a female nurse in Wuwei, so he found the source by speaking with Wuwei accent.

Nurses are cadres, and military doctors are just soldiers. After returning from the front, Guo Wei, who had no hope of promotion, chose to be demobilized. At that time, the state stipulated that after the soldiers who had participated in the war retired, the state was responsible for arranging the work. In order to work, he chose to retire and return to Jingning, but lost his love. How can a female cadre in Lanzhou follow him to Jingning? If Jingning is like going north to Guangzhou, people may think, but it is not. Weiguo has self-knowledge, knowing that the future place of survival and life is not Beishangguang, but Jingning, so he calmly thought about making a clean break with the female nurse and went to Jingning east of Lanzhou. I wonder if it has anything to do with the female nurse west of Lanzhou. I didn't ask, but I know one thing. One day after more than ten years, I visited Jingning, and I found him at the address left by Weiguo in his early years. His mouth was open and his nose was still like a cotton ball. I joked at the moment that people and things that I can't forget are hidden in my heart, not in my nostrils. He has a smile on his face, like fried noodles in the noodle restaurant next to Jingning Station, which is rich in content and attractive.

He said he was an old friend he hadn't seen for years, so he must have a good drink. I think so too. The guest followed him directly into a restaurant. I forgot to look up at the door because I was talking just now, so I didn't remember the name of the restaurant. Why a restaurant? Because I climbed a steep staircase when I entered the door, I almost fell to the ground after drinking. Fortunately, I stood at the stairs to send our boss's wife to hug me chubby.

That day, Guo Wei was a little too sincere with me. Like a local tyrant and a local strongman, he only said to the chubby boss-in-law: This is my best comrade-in-arms in the army. We went to the front line in Yunnan together and brought me the best and most distinctive things in Jingning.

As soon as the food was served, I was stunned: this is a whole chicken feast! A plate of chicken feet, a plate of chicken heads with red tops, a plate of chicken wings, a plate of chicken legs, a plate of eggs, a plate of chicken buttocks, a plate of chicken heart and liver, and the most eye-opening thing is a plate of chicken tongue. Think about how many chickens have lost their right to speak because of this dish. Dude, you really can control everything. This is still a cold dish, and all hot dishes are inseparable from chicken. It seems that Jingning people only keep chickens as animals. I remember that there were fried chicken with green pepper, fried chicken chops, kung pao chicken, stewed mushrooms with chicken and so on. Finally, I got a whole roast chicken, sitting on a big plate like a chicken overlord, with bright eyes and bright red hair, and a quiet expression, but no gorgeous hair. If the hair is there, it looks like a chicken that is preparing to lay eggs, and a chicken that is concentrating on incubating chickens. As a villager, I know this is not a hen on the dining table, but a robust rooster. It can't lay eggs or hatch chickens. Hens that can lay eggs and hatch chicks are generally not killed. That's the bank of the villagers. It's not easy to move a knife. So most of the chickens we eat in hotels are roosters. Therefore, in our country, where boys are preferred to girls, hens should be glad to have this blessing and survive. Some clever hens try to figure out people's hearts and lay an egg every day to keep their owners from giving up. So, I am thinking that Jingning hen should be the smartest hen in the world. It is their clever and diligent efforts that have led to a steady stream of cocks and the famous Jingning roast chicken. We should thank these quiet hens. They make us blessed every year.

At that time, I looked at the rooster with a red crown on the table and thought, if Mao were here, would he stand up and flap his wings a few times, say goodbye to us, and then walk away and crow for Jingning's chicken? I know that if the hair doesn't exist, the soul can survive. I can face a table of chickens, but I don't know where to start, from the beginning or from the bottom, or from the thickest chicken thigh or my favorite chicken feet without meat. While I was hesitating, Weiguo showed me that for you officials, you should start with the head of a chicken and get ahead after eating the head of a chicken. I said eat a chicken and pay attention? Wei Guo said, pay more attention. Eating the head of a chicken should start with the comb, which is a sign of adding a crown to the throne. Then eat chicken tongue, chicken ears and chicken eyes, so that you can speak, listen to all directions and look around, saying that this is the basic quality of a good official. I thought Guo Wei had finished the introduction and was about to move chopsticks. He solemnly said that the most important thing is chicken brain. As he spoke, he grasped the chicken head with both hands, gently pressed his two thumbs along a gap cut by the chef on the top of the comb in advance, broke the chicken head in half, and skillfully took out a complete chicken brain from the palm of his hand and sent it to my eyes to show me what it looked like. I said I couldn't see it. He said, if you look carefully, do you look like a kneeling person? The old people said that this was the incarnation of the traitor Qin Gui, saying that he had done too many bad things, so God cut him down and made him kneel here, getting up before dawn every day to accompany people to repent. I have heard old people talk about this ancient scripture, but I have never eaten the head of a chicken, so this is my first time to see the image of Qin Gui. I wanted to take it and study it carefully, but Weiguo sent it to my mouth and let me swallow it in one gulp. And taught me, don't be soft-hearted when dealing with a villain, don't hesitate when you meet a certain bite, otherwise he will be a stumbling block in your life, especially on the official road. He also said that if you eat more chicken brains, you will have more brains than others. If you think about the problem, you have one more idea, one more strategy and one more way out. I'm shocked that a chicken can eat so much and kill so many people. No wonder Jingning's roast chicken is so called sitting, and the wind has not diminished over the years. This leads to a conclusion: Jingning people are smart. Jingning people are not buying roast chicken, but selling chicken culture at the same time.

I dare not eat the chicken brain sent to my mouth. It's not that Qin Gui is a big official. I'm afraid of him. It's not that there are not many villains in my life that I can't hate, because I hate eating brains. On a business trip to Guangzhou, my friend invited me to dinner. There is a dish called raw food? Brain. This has nothing to do with Jingning, so I won't elaborate, for fear that everyone will vomit after reading it. This dish can be described as horror. When my friend demonstrated, I poured the soup on the top of the skull that was cut alive. When I put the spoon on my head, I immediately vomited, or rather sprayed. I sprayed all the food I had before, and almost sprayed it into the bowl of the opposite person. I immediately fled the table without saying a word, fled back to the hotel, fled the south, but failed to escape the nausea. Years later, recalling the scene at that time, I still feel sick.

I can't tell this story to Weiguo, so I have to drink instead of eating, and I have done it several times. I ate less chicken and drank more wine that day. Go to Jingning again, and I'll give you a special account when my friends treat me. I will eat less chicken and more food. Don't let people think that Jingning has nothing but chickens.

Later, because of work, I had more contact with Jingning and got closer. Every time friends from institutions come to Lanzhou, they always bring me a roast chicken. Because of the pressure of work tasks, they will bring more roast chicken. At one time, not only did I eat Jingning roast chicken every month, but even my relatives in Lanzhou enjoyed a lot of luck.

One day I saw a Jingning roast chicken restaurant on the street and thought that my poor official position might be related to eating less Jingning roast chicken and not knowing much about Jingning chicken culture. Now I understand that once a person retires, many things don't matter, and it's too late. The only thing that matters is the WeChat circle of friends. Ha ha laugh

In Jingning, I also know the head of Gui Xiang, the secretary of Gui Xiang and the county magistrate of Gui Xiang. Sorry, I can't remember the exact year when I met Gui Xiang. I only remember that I was a literary youth, having dinner with my neighbors and Xima. Because she is from Jingning, because of her affection for Jingning roast chicken, I feel a lot closer to her. I remember that cinnamon simply loved to laugh at that time. He smiled, and a row of glutinous rice and corn-like teeth were all exposed. This is a really happy smile, without hiding half a tooth. Her laughter is more infectious, like a little luhua chicken that has just laid eggs. Her voice is crisp and loud, leaving a deep impression on people. I am ashamed to say that I have read very few articles by Gui Xiang. Every time I meet her, apart from smiling brightly and listening to other people's extensive literature, she seldom interrupts. But I remember her changing identity at every party: Liu Xiangchang and Liu County Governor. I know these are not simple titles, and there is a story behind each title. Especially for a lesbian, it is inconceivable that she can walk all the way from the countryside to the county government. Every time I see her, I always feel that she just put down her hoe, just came out of the field to wash her legs, and just put down her trouser legs. There is always a feeling of travel-stained. I always feel that rural cadres in China are like crops that grow in the fields, and few of them don't pull their feet out of the fields until the crops are returned to the warehouse.

It was the last year and it was rare to see Gui Xiang's face. See Gui Xiang, mostly in the study of American literature. Everyone in the article likes Gui Xiang better. As a rural cadre, he is simple and capable, and as a woman, he is kind and pure, with delicate and vivid writing. Every time he reads it, it's like standing on a hillside, watching Gui Xiang busy in the countryside and fields. Only Xi can write such detailed words, because she and Gui Xiang slept on a kang and got into a bed. I have no such experience, so my understanding of Gui Xiang is not only separated by quilts and fields, but even mountains.

As the county magistrate Gui Xiang, we can know from imagination that she is in charge of more and more work, and there must be more and more faces and roads to run. It should be endless inspection, there should be a lot of scratching things, like crowing chickens before dawn every day, it should be getting busy. However, it gives us the feeling that Gui Xiang is in full swing and doing well. You can also take time to get together with us when you go to Lanzhou for business or holidays. Get together, mostly because of literary complex, mostly a few good friends who write things. But at the dinner table, people seldom talk about literature, but mostly talk about digressions and interesting things that make people happy. Different from before, Gui Xiang just listened attentively now, with a bright smile and a leading style, and often dominated the right to speak. Her topics rarely talk about literature, but mostly about her village, her hometown, her county and their ideas and prospects for the development of Jingning apples. Her tone is typical of Jingning Red Fuji, crisp and vivid. From the conversation, we can see her dedication, her responsibility and her dreams. In fact, this is her article that I want to read most.

Now Gui Xiang is not only talking about Jingning Apple, but also talking about Jingning Apple in WeChat circle, so I want to say to Gui Xiang: You might as well change your name to Guoxiang.

Once, I went to Jingning with my friends from Lanzhou Federation of Literary and Art Circles. Although I passed by Jingning countless times before and drank a lot of wine in Jingning, to be honest, I don't know Jingning very well, so I searched the map of Jingning with Baidu to see what Jingning was like. Maybe Jingning roast chicken ate too much. At first, I thought Jingning County was really like roast chicken, so I had to look carefully at which wing a chicken's head was pressed. Take a closer look at the villages and towns separated by lines, big or small, flat or round, just like the unborn eggs in the belly of a chicken. I think these eggs are all golden eggs and silver eggs. If these golden eggs hatch into chickens, chickens will lay golden eggs and silver eggs, and there will be endless Jingning roast chicken. People in Jingning are happy to eat, people passing by Jingning are also happy, and friends who are connected by the road are also happy to eat Jingning roast chicken.

Not long ago, at the invitation of Gui Xiang, I went to Jingning with the Gansu Writers' Association to visit one of their apple exhibitions. When I saw a colorful map of Jingning County, I blurted out that it was like a fruitful apple tree. Villages and towns marked with different colors are just yellow, red and green apples.

Now in Jingning, roast chicken has become a golden signboard, so there is no need to advertise. Articles about apples are getting more and more exciting, for example, roast chicken is getting more and more attractive. When I went to Jingning Fengfeng this time, I saw some apples, both in the apple orchard on the former site of Ji Cheng and in the apple field where Gui Xiang was the head of the township, with the words "A full moon, peace throughout the year, peace on the road, peace is a blessing" printed on it. In short, words related to peace and blessing, words related to peace that you can think of, can be found in Jingning apples. Not only that, I also saw some private tailors in some apple orchards, some of them were enterprises and some were celebrities. Like selling roast chicken, smart Jingning people sell not only apples, but also apple culture this time.

On the second day after visiting Jingning Apple Exhibition, led by Gui Xiang, several famous scholars, writers and poets from Gansu went to their orchards to pick apples. The orchard is located on two hills in Lidian Town, Li Guang's hometown. The road is rugged, and it takes many turns and climbs many slopes to get there. It seems to be deliberately hidden. The orchard is sunny, the sunshine seems to be full, and the fruit trees are all red and bright. Because it has just rained, all apples are as bright as teenagers who have just washed their faces. Some apples are still hung with crystal clear water drops, which makes people drool at a glance. Gui Xiang gave everyone a fruit basket and told the celebrities to pick apples with names on their customized apple trees. For example, when eating a buffet, there are plates in hand, and celebrities are in high spirits around the basket. But I saw a row of 30-year-old apple trees, which were not tall and covered with the names of some famous people from all over the world. Their names are posted on red apples, some with complete names and some with only one word. It is not easy to find a complete name and let several branches look for it.

Yang Xiang, Gu Ma, Ye Zhou and other trees, Peng Jinshan, Ma Busheng, Ma Qingshan, Xi, Sha Ge, Wang Yan and Yi Zhou are all cultural celebrities outside Beijing. They look like a picnic organized by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles here. Every tree is a big round table with the names of celebrities on it. Gui Xiang is like a conference organizer, guiding everyone to find their own position, introducing the name advantages of dishes, inviting everyone to taste and make suggestions. On that day, Gui Xiang's smile was brighter than a mature apple. She is wearing a slender blue-green cashmere sweater, a 30-year-old tree trunk is green, and she is carrying a refreshing green handbag, just like the green leaves of an apple. At first glance, Gui Xiang looks like an apple tree that is beginning to sprout, ready to blossom and accumulate fruit. Its flying spirit makes people full of hope for the bumper harvest in the coming year.

I picked out the names of every famous family with no names, then put them in a box, sealed them and wrote them in the Hall of Fame. I am going to take them home and eat them one by one, and supplement myself with some nutrition to see if I can raise my reputation to the height of a tree. Next year, I can stick them on an apple in an apple tree and follow the apples brilliantly.

At the end of the activity, I told Jingning and Gui Xiang not to promote Jingning Apple on WeChat in the future. Your efforts have been very successful, and Jingning Apple has become a word. If you don't believe me, enter Jingning on your mobile phone to see if it is an apple. Looking forward to the next hot word search related to Jingning.

Before completing the task, I searched my mind for bits and pieces related to Jingning and found many predestinations and entanglements with Jingning.

On the 60th anniversary of the victory of the Red Army's Long March, as a military history researcher in Lanzhou Theater, I went to Jingning when I participated in a CCTV documentary about the Long March of the Red 25th Army, visited the Red Army's Long March Memorial Site in Shipu, the border, climbed a high fortress on the hill opposite Shipu, and photographed a little girl of about ten years old wearing a red scarf. Later, he became my colleague and worked face to face with me for half a year.

There is also a famous national poet in Jingning, Li Manqiang, whom I admire and want to know. I have read many of his poems and heard his name mentioned by poetry friends countless times. I always feel that Jingning, which is famous all over brother Qiang, is no longer prosperous. But I've never met him. Every time I pass by Jingning, I can't help looking at the county seat. In my feeling, Manchu is Jingning, Jingning is Manchu, a city has nothing to do with roast chicken and apples, but Manchu is only related to poetry.

Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day goes home to worship his ancestors and passes by Jingning. When he saw the pink apricot blossom and peach blossom all over the mountain, I thought of walking on the country road in Jingning, wondering if I could meet a girl with colorful peach blossom patterns like Ren Zhen's brother.

Once I went to Jingning Museum, I saw several staff cleaning a tombstone unearthed from Ji Cheng site. The meaningful fine print immediately attracted me and expressed my desire to buy a set of baby research. The staff said that at first, none of them came out. I'm terribly sorry. On the way back, I mentioned this matter with my friends in the same trade. Xi immediately patted her not full chest and said, I'll give it to me and promise to get you a set. After that, I didn't ask again, and she didn't mention it, so it went away. I remember drinking osmanthus wine from Gui Xiang at noon that day, so I thought it was a drunken remark. I can't take it seriously.

After I retired, I said more than once that I have been writing for more than 30 years and have never written anything. From now on, I won't write a word, but practice writing, wasting time and seizing every minute. After eating Jingning and Gui Xiang roast chicken apples for so many years, I always feel indebted because I didn't leave a message for others. So, I wrote this article in a hurry and gave it to Jingning, to Jingning's friend and to Gui Xiang, the leader of Jingning.

Haha, not to exchange apples, just to pay off debts. Debt will be blacklisted, and I don't want to be blacked out by Jingning's friends and Gui Xiang.