Essay on Village Fair

Before I could fully wake up from my sleep in the quiet countryside, I heard my mother calling me downstairs, asking me what I wanted to eat for breakfast.

I didn't want my mother to prepare a formal breakfast for us so early in the morning, so I said I would eat whatever I wanted for breakfast, or I would go to the market (in my hometown, "market" is called "field", i.e., a place of trade.) and buy two pots of kui or cook some noodles at home. You can buy two pots of kuei or cook some noodles at home.

By the time I got up, my mother had disappeared. She must have thought that I wanted to eat the hometown pot qui, and went to the field to buy pot qui. My intention was to get up and clean up and go to the field with my mother to eat breakfast, so as to save the trouble of cooking at home.

A short while later, mother came back. I bought two pots of kuih and a cage of steamed buns for my nephew and me.

I asked my mother why she didn't bring some food back from the field. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I think I'm going to be able to do that. The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and I'd like to be able to do that. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do that in a very short time.

My memory is that the village field is small, but the morning market has always been more lively. In the material is still relatively lack of, many things need to buy the age of the ticket, it is our village and the surrounding villages of people's daily life material centralized supply point. Because the market was close to my home, I used to go to the market when I was a child. Although I didn't have a penny in my hand at that time and couldn't buy anything, I still liked to go there to watch the fun. The village's first new rural transformation, the original disorderly construction of the old-fashioned house unified planning built in a row of new-style brick houses, the old field is also located in our current residence not far from the east side of the relocation of the village headquarters, which is now the site of the market, the bustle is still the same.

In the morning market, the various varieties of vegetables and grains harvested from the family's land, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, sugar, needles, thread, buttons, cloth, and other kinds of daily life materials can be bought here. Yelling and haggling, although the language vulgar voice loud, but we do not feel what is not elegant to listen to. Because the buyers and sellers are very familiar with each other, there will rarely be the phenomenon of rip-offs, so the sale is very real. The restaurant's minced pork and vermicelli soup, eel silk rice noodle soup, lard pot kui, doughnuts, water fried buns, although decades are that kind of process and taste, but never said no one like.

Since working outside, I rarely go back to my hometown on weekdays, but every time I go back to my hometown for the Spring Festival, I have to go to the field to get my fill. The owner of the pot kui store saw me come in, greeted me warmly, let me first find a seat, said immediately to me on the rice. The boss's left hand holding gabion conical spoon, the right hand skilfully from the side of the rice noodle frame grabbed the rice noodle into the funnel, the funnel of the rice noodle in the white gas pot of boiling water for a few moments, and then quickly out of the water will be scalded rice noodle poured into a bowl, and then grabbed a few fried eel silk and small scallions sprinkled in the rice noodle on the, and then drop a few drops of sesame oil, the fragrance of the eel silk rice noodle soup on the table.

The boss put the right sleeve into the chest lapel, bare right arm, will be stained with sesame seed crust in the left and right palms of the palm of the hand quickly exchanged a few times patting, pinching the crust on both sides and then pulled a bit, and then dipped in some water touched in the crust, the right hand to hold the crust, and quickly into the red stove will be pasted on the inside wall of the stove crust. When you smell the aroma of sesame seeds, the pot kuei is cooked and ready to be taken out of the oven. If the skin rolled into the small scallions and then fried in lard in the pan, out is another flavor.

Eating the fragrant hot pot of kuih, drinking the hot steam of minced pork vermicelli soup or eel silk rice noodle soup, this is often let me greedy saliva rushing delicious ah. That taste is only hometown water hometown material to adjust the hometown unique taste, outside those who boast the so-called "authentic Hubei flavor" is not comparable to it. These things are not on the city's elegant hall, but no matter where I go, they still have special thoughts. That is, these very earthy local snacks this year also honored CCTV "tongue on the Chinese" column.

Just over ten years ago, the village again began a new rural transformation, the original families living in the brick house all turned into the same building with the city, the field appearance has changed. The original field is just a few village offices on both sides. A dirt road, the village people have built buildings on both sides of the road, the road from the past rainy days on the muddy dirt road into a concrete road. I had strongly recommended that my brothers also build their houses in the field, because the field houses form a certain size, the environment is certainly better than in the original site.

And, the house built in the field can also open a kiosk in the family to do a little business. But the brothers did not agree with my idea, my father even more disapproval, said the field is not the city of the street, the house built in the field away from the home of the far, the work is not convenient, the main thing is that the field of the home base to spend money to buy, the area is also much smaller than the original site, we did not take my opinion, or in the original site to build a new house.

Today's field, neatly organized buildings, hardened concrete pavement, operating daily necessities of individual kiosks, restaurants opened several, there is a miniature integrated small supermarkets, a small field has a little "street" flavor, like a small market in a small lane in the city.

The rapid development of the times has accelerated the depreciation of reality into history. The old home from the city was not far, in the era of no bicycle motorcycle car, walking to the city always feel that it will take a long time. After the village to the city of dirt roads into concrete roads, riding a bicycle on a trip to the city also used less than half an hour time, driving a motorcycle is even faster. The convenience of transportation between urban and rural areas, the city's great abundance of goods, so that people in the village gradually accustomed to go to the market to purchase material, the popularity of the field gradually become much worse than before.

What's changed even more is that the vast majority of people in the village have left the traditional lifestyle of relying on the land to work, and have integrated into the city life, and most of the people left in the village on weekdays are the old people and children, who only return from the city to reunite with their families in the Spring Festival, and only around the time of the Spring Festival, the field will only be bustling with activity for a few days again. With the speed of China's new urbanization construction, perhaps in the near future, the village of the field will be withdrawn from the stage of history, become the village of the old generation of people in the heart of an indelible memory.