Gong Mi's hometown celebrates the Lantern Festival.

When Nenjiang was still asleep, I followed Jia Bo to his hometown-Yongsheng Village on the east bank of Nenjiang. Yongsheng Village is the lar

Gong Mi's hometown celebrates the Lantern Festival.

When Nenjiang was still asleep, I followed Jia Bo to his hometown-Yongsheng Village on the east bank of Nenjiang. Yongsheng Village is the largest administrative village in Heilongjiang Province. There are nearly 4,000 households in the village, with a population of more than 1 10,000, and a cultivated land area of more than 80,000 mu. It is close to the Nenjiang River and is rich in Gulong millet. This is a well-known land of fish and rice, and the villagers naturally live a leisurely and rich life. Jia Bo specially drove me around the periphery of the village and the main street to let me feel the size of the village. There are many shops on several main streets. Because of the Lantern Festival, people who sell firecrackers and incense paper can't see the end at a glance. People immersed in the joy of the Spring Festival, dressed in colorful clothes, shuttled back and forth between shops, choosing what they needed for the Lantern Festival.

Jia Bo was driving, and people in the street threw smiling faces and shouted greetings. Jia Bo has been smiling, nodding and waving, and it can be seen that this boy who has been away from home for nearly 30 years has enough popularity in the village. Garbo has been my good brother for many years. He is the general manager of Hainan Company, the largest real estate company in Harbin, and his career is booming. Wherever he goes, a group of good friends follow him. Contact with him over the years has made me deeply feel modest and generous, and it is the best business card for interpersonal communication.

After a bustling warm greeting, we came to a yard covering an area of about an acre-this is the old house where Jia Bo's parents lived. Like the villagers, the rammed house in black soil gave me a very primitive and quaint intimacy. As soon as I got off the bus, I felt I saw Zhang Zeduan's Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival. I stroked the rammed wall made of straw and mud inch by inch. This black wall clearly exudes the fragrance of millet and clings to this thick wall. I seemed to jump right into it.

As soon as they entered the yard, their brothers and sisters were greeted by their parents. White hot air comes out from the open door, and warm words come out sweetly from the mouths of brothers and sisters. Northeast people's enthusiasm and hospitality, like steaming, filled my heart. My sister-in-law and aunt who came home from Hainan Island to spend the New Year with their in-laws are busy in the kitchen. As soon as she entered the door, my sister-in-law pointed to the elbow in the big basin and said, eldest brother, this is a pig of more than 300 kilograms raised by my mother, which was specially killed years ago. I will treat you well today. Sister-in-law is Zhang Yunxia, a lively, aura and lovely woman in Northeast China. When I went to Hainan Island the year before last, I enjoyed her witty remarks and warm hospitality. I fell in love with this beautiful and kind sister-in-law.

A big table of steaming delicious food was brought up, and a pot of white wine and beer was brought up. Mom and dad told the whole family to sit down in turn, told everyone to drink and eat meat, and told everyone to make a warm speech. My mother always told me: this is cooked meat I cooked myself. It smells delicious. Eat more! I picked up a large piece of meat from my sister-in-law and stuffed it in my mouth. Gaga's aroma was flowing, and I raised my glass with a clash. The two brothers are like three rivers and four seas, and my old mother stood by and looked at everyone, grinning and laughing. I know the joy and satisfaction of the old man at this moment. The five sons are all very well, and they go to the old house on holidays. What does the old man want? The picture shows that the harmonious life of a family is on the rise, and the picture shows a happy family celebrating the New Year. ...

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Jia Baola came to Zhaojun Rice Cooperative and said that Secretary Wang Zhaojun invited us to sit together. Shortly after arriving at Zhaojun's office, Wang Zhaojun, chairman of the cooperative and village secretary, rushed in, greeted him warmly when he entered the door, and apologized humbly. Everyone went into the restaurant and sat down around the table. Zhao Jun has just returned from arranging forest fire prevention work on the mountain. The Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of each year is an important moment for forest fire prevention in the village, and he dare not slack off. The glass is full, passion creaks, friendship and feelings, free conversation, rippling in the house full of joy. It seems that at eleven o'clock, Mayor Cao came in in vain, took off his cotton hat coat and sat down on the table: he asked for a cup of hot wine to warm himself up. The northeast man exudes a heroic spirit. Cao Guihai, the mayor of Cao, is the deputy mayor in charge of agriculture, forestry and water. On the night of Lantern Festival, in order to inspect and supervise forest fire prevention, he also neglected family reunion. He only came to Gulong for more than a year, but he became good friends with people up and down in Gulong. Sitting together, his love for Gu Long, through his words and his expression, immediately filled my heart.

Mayor Cao knows all about the culture, especially Gong Mi. He said to me emotionally: Teacher Chen, our Gu Long Xiaomi is famous all over the country. As early as Liao Dynasty and Qing Dynasty, it was already a royal Gong Mi. Through his introduction and access to information, I learned that Gulong is the oldest post station in Zhaoyuan County. In the fifteenth year of Liao Xingzong, namely 1044, "Xin was hunting in the pavilion (in the territory of Qidan) at the end of the first month (the eighth day of the first month)". This is the earliest written record of Gu Long at present. In the 24th year of Qing Emperor Kangxi, namely 1685, when the Manchu government opened a post road from Wula, Jilin Province (now Jilin City, Jilin Province) to Heilongjiang City (now Ji Hui City, Heilongjiang Province), it set up a post station here and renamed it Tinggu Road Station in Lu Wu. Gulu is Manchu, which means "Gaobu". Later, because there were many mounds and sand dunes in the territory, it was regarded as the earth dragon by the locals, so it was named Gulong. Gulong Town, which straddles the golden agricultural industrial belt at 45 degrees north latitude, is known as the "land of plenty in the north and south of the Yangtze River". It has always been an important stronghold of the nomadic cultural regime in the north. A long history of agriculture, animal husbandry and fishery, a unique standing culture and a unique black oily sandy soil have bred and produced a unique Gulonggong millet. The sunshine time is long, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and the climatic conditions are extremely suitable for grain planting. Located in the sedimentary belt of Songnen Plain, the soil is rich in selenium and selenium. In addition, Nenjiang River is pollution-free, and the town transparently monitors millet planting and production throughout the whole process, which ensures the pure and organic high-end quality of Gulong millet. Gulong Gong Mi is naturally favored by Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou.

There is also evidence that Gu Long Xiaomi belongs to Real Gong Mi. According to historical records, in the fifteenth year of Chongxi, that is, on the eighth day of the first month of A.D. 1044, Yeluzong, an emperor of Liao Dynasty who was deeply interested in hunting, went north along the left bank of Nenjiang River despite his followers' dissuasion. It was getting late, and he remembered the long journey back to Ural Palace, but the ministers had no choice but to arrange for the emperor to stay in the nearby post office Guluge for one night. This time, the post officials, servants and small post houses were very busy, and there was nothing special for the emperor to eat, only local millet and river fish. So, after consulting with the accompanying ministers, the postal officials had to put the local specialties, millet and river fish on the table of Emperor Xingzong. When Emperor Xingzong ate this ordinary and ordinary meal, he suddenly felt the aroma was pungent, his appetite was greatly increased, and he was in a happy mood. The praise of the emperor called "Yan Long Da Yue" in his mouth made the accompanying ministers and postal officials feel particularly happy, so they arranged for all the attendants to eat a meal, and the guards ate this small meal. After dinner, Emperor Xingzong asked about the practice of small rice and the origin of millet. When he learned that it was originally a local specialty, he immediately issued an imperial edict to designate Gulu Xiaomi as Gong Mi. Later, Xiaomi, a specialty of the guru, became a Gong Mi enjoyed by the royal family.

Listening to mayor Cao's introduction, four poems came to mind: a long post is a long way, and a fragrant rice is far away. God-given cornucopia, Nenjiang source, Gong Mi. At midnight, Wang Zhaojun arranged to set off fireworks in the yard, and the extraordinary splendour of the sky made the Lantern Festival in Gong Mi's hometown reach its climax. Knock, knock, knock, salamander, go, bang! Bundles of smallpox spread out, and the midnight snack in Gong Mi's hometown was so magnificent and bright. Through the gorgeous night sky, I saw the smiling faces of farmers in Gong Mi's hometown, and also saw the harvest and glory of Songnen Plain!

Jiabo has arranged my hotel, and I said I would go home and sleep on the hot kang with my parents. Hearing this, he said happily, Brother, thank you for coming home to accompany your parents! In the night, I clearly saw two bright tears shining in his eyes. When I got home, my parents brought hot dishes again. I sat in my clothes, drinking wine with our two brothers and chatting about the past. Until four o'clock in the morning, our parents and sons were reluctant to lay a kang to sleep ... it was never too difficult to be born. My father and mother are used to living in old houses. They have deep feelings for their hometown. Naturally, they asked Jia Bo to say what he wanted, and they didn't want to leave and tore down another building. The simplicity of the older generation of farmers in China comes from the blessing of the earth, and their gift to the earth is to appreciate and return a little through such a simple and almost primitive feeling ...

? Grab a handful of water from Nenjiang River, homesickness is not sweet; Eat a bowl of rice, whose homesickness is not fragrant enough. Drinking that bowl of old Kanzi wine made me drunk on my parents' hot kang. ...

20 19.2.26. On the train from Beijing to Shuozhou.