Na nian de you Fang

Passing through a small town, I felt cordial when I saw a signboard erected by the roadside with the word "oil mill" written in red. Things about the oil factory have been blurred in my distant memory.

My ancestral home is Zhichuan Town, hancheng city, an ancient town near the Yellow River. I lived there in the 1970s and spent my whole childhood there. In the days of suffering, there are many good memories that take me to the ends of the earth and dream back there.

Because we are a cotton-producing area there, Xinjiang long-staple cotton is planted and sold all over the country. Cottonseed will stay, send it to the oil mill of the brigade, and distribute it to the members after oil extraction. After being an oil star for a year, the remaining cotton oil cakes are light crimson, the size of the pot cover, half a foot thick and hard, piled up and put in the team feeding room as high-grade feed for animals. The countryside is very poor, life is very bitter, and there is not enough to eat. Eating some wild vegetables won't lead to hunger, but there is little oil and water. Only one person in the production team can share 50 Liang of cooking oil and oil mill a year, which is a symbol of sweet talk in my imagination. I have been very sensitive and admired this word for decades.

The oil mill is built in the southwest corner of the ancient city, where there is a small river, and the stone mill is driven by running water. The oil mill is also like a small yard, an adobe hut. In the north of the yard, a large piece of hemp is planted every year. Every autumn, when the hemp seeds are ripe, we will steal some to eat, which is very delicious.

The oil mill is a mysterious place, and children are rarely allowed in, so I have never been there.

Every autumn, after cotton is harvested and cottonseed is separated, it is taken to an oil mill to extract oil. After the first pot of oil came out that year, there was a ceremony that lasted for many years, that is, the team asked each family to send a person, bring their own raw materials, go to the oil mill to eat the most delicious food, and transferred several beautiful young women with high cooking skills from the team to try their best to meet everyone's requirements to cook this ceremonial food.

Many days in advance, the whole family got together, designed the plan many times, sent the people with the largest appetite in the family to participate, tried to play tricks and eat more oil, and could not miss this opportunity to take advantage.

Because of generations of poverty, everyone's imagination of food is very limited. Each family just took some white flour, let the women in the oil mill roll out a large basin of wide noodles, put a lot of Chili noodles, pour oil on it, put chopped green onion persimmon vinegar, sprinkle salt on the Great Qinghai Lake, then put a large basin beautifully, drink the red oil at the bottom of the basin, drink half a basin of noodle soup, and then lie flat in the yard of the oil mill, humming happily.

There is a man in the team, who is very strong and eats a lot. His wife and children unanimously recommended him to eat greasy food, and he couldn't live up to the opportunity to take advantage.

That day was a party day. The man who didn't eat two days in advance got up early and asked his wife to dig out two Jin of white flour from the earthen pot at home, put it in a white cloth bag and hang it on her belt. In the eager eyes of his wife and children, he went to Happiness Oil Mill.

Eating fried rice is a solemn religious ceremony in the era of oil and water shortage, just like an ideal with a halo, which makes these farmers yearn for and look forward to whether they can fully enjoy this opportunity. The simplest truth is not to eat a few days in advance, but to empty your stomach as much as possible and accept oil and water.

The man first went to the big yard of the oil mill, took off a pair of high-waisted rain boots and stood at the door of the kitchen. These are the team's public rain boots. He is watering the crops in the team these days, and it's his turn to wear them.

Although he was hungry, he was not in a hurry, but watched others eat.

Some people eat greasy noodles. After dinner, they also drink a big old bowl of coarse porcelain and a half bowl of red oil at the bottom of the bowl, and then drink two bowls of noodle soup. Some people take steamed bread mixed with corn flour and wheat flour from home, slice it, eat golden fried buns in the washbasin, wipe the oil on their hands on their hair after eating, and women pour them a big bowl of old brick tea from a boiling teapot, which makes it difficult to hold their breath and slowly walk into the yard with a round belly.

While watching others play tricks to eat oil rice, the man looked at several young women's round hips and huge breasts, wondering how to make full use of these conditions and complete this feat with the expectation of the whole family.

At noon, the man finally made up his mind and started this exciting thing.

He told the woman first that I want to eat noodles with oil!

The woman asked, why oil noodles?

He said, come on, flour!

The women stare big eyes and ask in unison, oil and noodles?

He said firmly, oil and noodles!

So a woman brought a pot of flour and prepared to use her flour to make oil noodles.

The man is a little fat, and motioned the woman to untie the bread from her belt. The woman reached out to untie the dough bag, and the man deliberately bulged his stomach so that the woman could get it with a little effort. The man took advantage of the opportunity of the woman bending over and reached for the big chest hanging down from the woman's chest. Hee hee said with a smile that the oily surface should be so soft. Women scold, delicious your mother batch! There is a smile on his face.

Shimoda is allowed to make such dirty jokes.

The oil level has been adjusted, and the man asked the woman to use the oil!

The women looked at each other and asked, Under the oil?

The man said firmly, use oil below!

Two Jin of flour, fried dough sticks and two washbasins are filled with washbasins.

The man called the woman and brought the table and stool. Under a tree in the yard, in the shade, the man relaxed his belt. In less than ten minutes, he swallowed a basin of oil, then served a second basin, narrowed his eyes and began to enjoy the delicious food on earth.

Women surround men, watching him eat oily noodles so intoxicated, and being gently scolded by women patting their chests by men, you are not afraid of suffocating you!

The man took revenge on the woman while stuffing crispy oil and butter into his mouth. I suffocated to death. Who's looking for you when it's dark? Rubbing a woman's crotch barefoot;

The woman hurried back and said, shameless goods!

Talking and laughing, the man ate the last oil noodle in the washbasin, squeezed out a loud fart and said to the woman, I want to drink noodle soup!

The woman said, you don't know what you are eating, Ada's noodle soup!

The man said, where did you come from? That's noodle soup!

The woman said, oil?

The man said, oil!

The woman used an old big bowl and served a bowl full of fried cooked oil. She looked at the man with a bulging belly and scolded, you really think!

The man said, eat noodles and drink noodle soup, and the original soup becomes the original dish. You know a ball!

Regardless of the women around him, he took a sip of oil and groaned. Noodle soup is delicious!

After a bowl of oil, the man burps all the time, and women's admiration for him is beyond words. They are secretly ashamed of their men. Look at people, how full the light is!

The man wiped his mouth full of oil with the back of his hand, and rubbed it over and over again on his charred hair. Hair is a little black with oil.

The women looked at the man in awe. At the door of the kitchen, they slowly put on high-waisted rain boots and fastened their belts again.

The bread is empty and the belly is round.

Today is the day of the fair. The man walked slowly to the meeting with his hand behind his back.

It's a little hot, the sun is red and sweat is coming out. The feeling of being full is especially enjoyable. When you are full, you will watch the fun at leisure. This should be the ideal life of farmers for thousands of years. Isn't this the state of men today?

In the afternoon, people in the market are in full swing. The man was very happy and greeted everyone and said, "I'll take a walk after eating fried rice!" " ! People say enviously, have you ever eaten oil rice?

There are not many parties in the countryside. When Dong Tou went to Xi Tou and Xi Tou returned to Dong Tou, he felt something warm flowing down his thigh.

He squeezed his asshole hard and found that the hot thing really flowed out of the ditch door, and it was uncontrollable. He reached into his crotch and felt it. Oily, smell it right under his nose. It smells like oil!

Lie in the trough! After drinking the oil noodle soup, my intestines slipped, and the oil flowed out of my ass and down my thigh into my rain boots. The more it flows, the more it accumulates. I not only slip but also hum.

The man began to walk home.

My wife is at home, and when she sees her man coming back, she asks about eating fried rice. The man forgot to say anything, so he quickly asked her to get the oil tank at home. When the rain boots are taken off, there is a shoe buckle full of oil. The color was still clear and fell into the oil tank.

The wife looked at the clear oil poured out of her shoes. It is as precious as gold. In an era when oil is scarce and food is scarce, so much oil is enough for the whole family to eat delicious wild vegetables and bibimbap for several months.

Later, the information was not very important. When villagers tell stories, most of them only talk about that kind of oil, and their whole family eats it. Under the circumstances at that time, they didn't feel anything, and even admired that person.

There is no need to distinguish between true and false. That is the legend of that year, and it is also a silhouette of our life in China for thousands of years. The days are better now, and the past days are getting farther and farther away, but we can't forget those days. So, when I saw the oil mill reappear, I also remembered the distant past.