Things in the countryside (24) mulberry

Last week, my friend asked me to pick mulberry fruit in Zhenze sericulture garden. It rained the night before when I checked the weather forecast. It is always awkward to think that the mulberry fields are muddy after the rain and the branches and leaves of mulberry trees are dripping with water. Thanks, it didn't come.

The next morning, Mr. Wang bought a box of mulberries from the vegetable market.

This mulberry is purple and black. With experience, I feel completely mature. Rinse with clear water, then soak in cold salt water for half an hour before eating. Except for a few that are very well done and rotten, most of them are ok. Purple mulberry fruit is so sweet that there is almost no sour taste, accompanied by a faint plant fragrance.

Looking at these mulberries, I have a kind of intimacy.

When I was a child, in my hometown, there were large areas of mulberry trees along the Shajiayang river beach. Because grandma's farm is on the bank of Shajiayang, I often wander in mulberry fields. Mulberry fruit has long been in my eyes and in my heart. Mulberries are picked before they are ripe. Blue mulberry, there is no sweetness, only acid. Reddish, slightly sweet, and a little sour. Only when it is red and purple, it is sweet and sour, just right.

In that era of food shortage, I was not the only one who paid attention to the mulberry fruit in the mulberry garden, and other children were also staring at it. So once the mulberry fruit is popular, everyone is vying for it. You pick it, I'll pick it, even the blue mulberry fruit. The children ate their mouths black, and their pockets were all dyed black by mulberries.

Juice is difficult to clean, and parents always blame you when you get home.

In the years when I was in high school in the town, I walked through the wild ducks, drained the lake and planted food crops. The sloping beach on the shore is full of mulberry fields. Mulberry ripe season, just passing home on the weekend, I put down my bag and picked some mulberries to go home as gifts for my sister and brother to taste.

A few years later, for some reason, the mulberry garden I once paid attention to disappeared, leaving a sigh.

Because of the deep impression of my childhood, I have special feelings for Mulberry.

There is a traditional sericulture industry in Hengtou Zhenze, Jiangxi Province. Silkworms are spun into silk fabrics and drawn into silk quilts. A few years ago, enterprises in the local silk industry became bigger and stronger, and people of insight developed leisure tourism. Therefore, in Zhenze Sericulture Garden, you can pick mulberry fruits, cook mountain fires and go sightseeing. ...

One year, at the invitation of literary friends, sisters all went to the sericulture garden to pick mulberry fruits, and everyone laughed while picking them. The situation seems to be still in sight. I didn't rush to pick it this year for various reasons. Fortunately, I tasted it and talked about my thoughts. Otherwise, I still have ideas.

There is a mulberry tree in the yard of my hometown, with lush foliage. Instead of uprooting it as a miscellaneous tree weed, I pity it, look at it from time to time and touch it. In my eyes, it is more than just a tree. Even if it bears no fruit and there is no mulberry to taste, I still love it and regard it as a treasure.

Mulberry is rich in nutrition. In addition to eating raw, you can also soak in wine and make mulberry jam. The night before Mother's Day, my old classmates invited me to dinner. I made a cream cake decorated with mulberries as a holiday gift for my aunts at the table, which was well received by everyone!