Memories of childhood-firewood stove

When I was a child, the firewood stove used for cooking at home was unique, with an area about the height of a China table. The wood stove is surrounded by windows on one side and can be operated by people on three sides. One side is a firewood stove mouth, and the top of the stove mouth is a chimney, and there are three steps up the stove. The top step extends directly to the eaves outside the window, and a large amount of smoke generated by the combustion of the firewood stove is discharged from the chimney passage of the three steps.

An iron pot can be placed in the middle of the stove with a round flat cover made of wood and a handle on it. Around the iron pot, it looks like a desktop, which can accommodate dishes and other drinking utensils for temporary food and vegetables. The steps of the third chimney are more like a small kitchen cabinet, and some food-related things can be put on each step, such as matches, sauce, vinegar, oil, salt and so on.

Firewood stoves are mainly made of bricks and sticky yellow mud, and a certain amount of broken straw is added to this yellow mud and stirred. Using this yellow mud to build walls or stoves is both firm and complete.

Of course, the fuel of the firewood stove is firewood, which mainly includes firewood and waste wood, flowers and firewood produced by knocking furniture.

It is conceivable that firewood is indispensable for cooking. At that time, firewood was expensive and cheap. Someone in the street picked it and sold it. One picked two piles, all of which were solid wood. This kind of firewood is very heavy. Negotiate the price in the street, and the firewood seller will help you pick the firewood to your door. People who sell firewood are very hard, relying entirely on labor and earning all hard-earned money.

The firewood you buy home is to be processed. Split the firewood in half with an axe when you have time. Too thick firewood does not burn easily.

It's hard to chop wood with an axe. Generally speaking, it's the job of a man at home, but when he is busy, he can't take care of it. Whoever is free will do it. I remember that at that time, I often chopped the firewood I bought and piled it up, so I was envied and praised by my neighbors, aunts and friends.

At that time, the house area was limited, and the family was fifty or sixty yuan. There is no spare place except the bedroom kitchen, and the narrow kitchen can't hold the newly bought firewood.

Therefore, the newly bought firewood can only be piled on the windowsill piece by piece after processing. Finally, the whole windowsill is almost full. The firewood piled on the windowsill can be dried and shaded, which is very safe. Fortunately, a room has two windows, even if the light is blocked, it doesn't matter.

The firewood piled on the window should be held from top to bottom, one small hug at a time, enough for a day or two. It's convenient to take whatever you want.

I remember a neighbor's aunt, whose husband was a marine, who was usually very busy and almost never at home. Usually my aunt and a little sister are at home.

At that time, my aunt was pregnant and was about to give birth. One day, I saw some uncut firewood in the firewood pile at home, so I thought it would be better to cut it before giving birth to a baby. On a whim, while my two daughters were at school, I chopped up the remaining firewood at home with an axe and piled it up. I don't know, but I moved my heart. After the neighbors knew it, they found a stretcher in time to send my aunt to the local hospital.

The doctor could do nothing, and the aunt finally left because of massive bleeding, and one body had two lives. When the husband rushed to the hospital, the aunt was already lying in the morgue, covered with white cloth, and closed her eyes forever, never seeing her two daughters and her husband again.

Every time I think about it, my heart always hurts. What a good aunt! She always smiles, speaks softly, gets along well with the adults and children in the neighborhood, and never blushes. My aunt's eldest daughter and I have the best relationship. I always like to run to her house when I have something to do.

After menstruation left, I haven't walked out of this cruel reality for a long time. In my heart, my aunt seems to have never left us, and she still lives in our hearts. I wonder how my aunt's two daughters, my good sisters, are doing now. I miss it!

Firewood stove, firewood, aunt ... my childhood memories!