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Chapter 3 eat wine

I just want a bowl of hot soup 张佳玮 1589Words 2018-03-18
In Wu dialect, the word "drinking" is rarely heard.Listening to the local dialect, the parents are short-sighted, Wuxi dialect and Shanghai dialect are mostly "drinking".When I was in primary school, I used words to form the word "eating wine", and the teacher treated him coldly, saying: First, eating alcohol is an unhealthy activity, and children should not talk about it every day; is to eat.Just like red flowers and green leaves, blue sky and green mountains, yellow cattle and white sheep, it is a conventional sentence. In fact, in "Water Margin", it is said that heroes and heroes all "eat wine", the so-called "eat two bowls of wine".According to Shi Naian's simple heroic ideals, northern heroes seem to lack the concept of rice and fine dishes, and prefer to sieve two bowls of wine to eat, and then cut beef and tendon into large pieces.Wu Song was treated preferentially in Mengzhou, but it was just a bowl of juice after drinking.In the heart of a hero, wine is the soul of a meal.Therefore, eating is what ordinary people do, and drinking wine is classy, ​​which immediately pulls out people's souls and bodies from birth.

There are endless stories about the complex structure of wine.When I was a teenager, the chemistry teacher drank the true meaning of two words: ethanol.The so-called wine is just a variety of plants - barley, rice, glutinous rice, grapes, sugar cane - fermented one by one. The complex carbohydrates in it have undergone temperature and time grinding, and they have changed their minds when they see each other. After reorganizing the family, carbon, oxygen and hydrogen are generated together to form ethanol, and some other peculiar smells are oozing from the oxidation.To put it bluntly, the alcohol in the core of any kind of wine is the same, but the fancy flavors mixed on the outside are completely different.It is this difference in taste that separates the high from the low, which makes all living beings upside down, and produces countless differences in wine.The Scots believe that whiskey is a deal with an angel, and the distilled is stolen by an angel; people in the West Indies argue over the molasses for making rum; it is said that vodka is the simplest, and many crops are equipped with distillation equipment It can be poured out, and the charm of blue-eyed blonde Russian beauties for centuries cannot match the taste of the cup.The fermented glutinous rice on the shoulders of the villagers and the aged whiskey sealed in oak barrels are the same as Wu Dalang and Ximen Qing. Although they have the same soul inside, they have completely different appearances and different tastes.

Seeing Xia Yu's hard work in water control, Yidi offered wine as a rare gift.It can be seen that wine was considered a luxury in ancient China, and it had to be brewed privately by someone with a surplus of food. Farmers like Yang Bailao, who had a headache to cope with exorbitant donations, really couldn't drink alcohol every day.It was not until the Tang and Song Dynasties that the people lived and worked in peace and contentment that wine became a national drink like Coca-Cola, divided into grades.Grandma Liu was in the Grand View Garden, she first drank good wine, and thought to herself, "This wine is like honey water", and she became drunk before she knew it.Earlier, Mr. Feng Jicai said in a joke that before liberation, there was a wine shop in Shoushan Street, Tianjin. There were no chairs, no tables, and only a counter for the shopkeeper. He handed out a bowl of wine to the two for a lot of money. It all depends on the momentum at the entrance.This is bad wine with a bad taste.

In Mo Yan's "Red Sorghum", the wine made in the distillery is all burnt, and it probably doesn't bother to ferment slowly, and the taste is fierce and spicy.The men in the north drink in the same style as the wine itself, "vigorous".The Russians and compatriots in Northeast China I have met pour wine directly into their stomachs, and occasionally have some pickles, which is a more pure "drinking" of wine.The older generation in the south of the Yangtze River love rice wine, which is sweet, soft and glutinous. It is made from fine grains such as glutinous rice and yellow rice. It is not as strong as the baijiu such as sorghum and corn in the north, but it is much milder.The side dishes are also plentiful, and it is cold in winter. A few cups of wine with some dishes will warm you up.

In the countryside of the south of the Yangtze River, it is common to see such a scene: at dinner time, the sun sets and the swallows return to their nests. The children run home happily under the guidance of their parents. The tables are laid down in front of a row of wooden houses, and the bamboo stools are neatly arranged.The sweet, delicious and soft meals are served on the small round tables of each family. The men of each family heat the wine with boiling water pots on the stove. After a while, the cedar and camphor trees rustled, each family talked to each other at the top of their voices, slapped their legs, took a sip of wine with chopsticks and vegetables, and ate slowly.Most of the drinks in the north are peanuts and braised vegetables, and the same is true in the south of the Yangtze River, but there is not much difference between food and wine, and wine can also be drunk with vegetables and fish.At the end of the meal, the women and children cleared the tables first, and the men and the old people carried wine bowls and swayed to each dining table, and were invited to comment on other people's appetizers, while chewing on the broken things, they pulled up. Prelude to the chat.

After my grandma passed away when I was six years old, my grandfather became deaf. He couldn't understand anyone except my father, uncle and my second aunt who married in Changzhou.In autumn, he often served a bowl of rice wine with dinner, and sipped slowly while chewing braised fish.After drinking hot wine, his ears will be more sensitive than usual. When listening to other people's chatting, he can occasionally interject a few sentences. not much.Those who are patient will answer a few words with him. At that time, grandpa will giggle twice with a hoarse voice, and then continue to drink slowly.

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