Henan panda is a garlic export enterprise. Sometimes I ask myself why I choose garlic as my career. I think it comes from my garlic complex.
My hometown is Shiyuan township of Qi County, a famous hometown of normal white garlic. Since I can remember, there has been normal white garlic, which has become a proud specialty in the village. The planting of garlic makes the village more vivid. In the village sides and roadsides, garlic is growing everywhere. Looking at it, it is full of green and lush. It is a vibrant and gratifying scene, attracting the envy of people in neighboring villages.
When I was a child, I often heard my mother say, "one side of soil and water nourishes one side of people, and one side of people loves one side of things." in fact, what my mother said from the heart is garlic, ginger, apples, grapes and other specialties. It is these unique specialties that raise the hometown people, and the hometown people also love this land and specialties.
I remember when I was very young, I learned to grow garlic with my parents. At that time, I learned it with curiosity. When I grew up, I grew garlic with adults every year, planted it in my own private plot and helped my relatives grow it.
The deepest memory is that garlic was planted in the private plot of the village. It was the private plot distributed to each family by the production team, about 2% land per person, and my family was one piece of land. At that time, most families were just this number, with more large families and less small families.
When planting garlic, most families gathered together, people came and went, busy, showing a busy rural planting map.
My family's private plot is on the Northeast river bank. When the garlic planting season comes, men, women, old and young go to battle together. Every family is busy planting garlic. Men share the ditch, women and children grow garlic. While planting garlic, they talk and laugh. Happy laughter rippled over the river bank. I remember once when I looked up to listen to the funny jokes of adults and planted garlic askew. My father said a few words to me. My mother fondly touched my head and said, "grow curved and happy! How can a child grow as straight as an adult? It would be good if he could grow garlic!" at that time, I was very grateful to my mother for protecting me, But looking back, I saw that the garlic I planted was crooked, and I couldn't see it. Since then, I have been very careful in planting garlic, which is much more straight. I look good to my eyes. This matter seems small, but it makes me unforgettable. I appreciate my father's reminder, which makes me correct my shortcomings; I appreciate my mother's tolerance, which makes me feel the taste of maternal love.
After a while, the garlic sprouted. It was tender with a small mouth. It was very beautiful. Began to pour garlic, the vast garlic field is a beautiful scene: those who carry water and change ditches are busy; The sound of windlass, running water and laughter is heard continuously; Garlic moss is long. It's time to beat garlic moss. Garlic moss is the hope of a good harvest. There are groups of men, women and children in the garlic field, with garlic moss one by one, which is the fruit planted by themselves. The crisp garlic moss is like the straightforward character of a garlic farmer; Garlic is ripe and harvested. Those who pull garlic by hand and push garlic by cart show a busy scene on the East, West, North and south banks.
After harvesting garlic, sun its seedlings, braid them like braids, hang them under the eaves or put them in the trunk room, and drag a few garlic to eat when eating. Garlic has become a common dish for people in their hometown. Hometown people eat garlic in a variety of ways. They break garlic petals raw, make garlic paste, dip it, cut it into garlic slices, mix it, put it on the stove, bake it, cut it into garlic slices and fry it
I remember at noon when I was in primary school, I often went to the garlic field to pull out a garlic, then brought a water bottle, tied a thin rope at the mouth of the bottle, fetched water from the nearby well, broke off the garlic petals and put them in. I saw it fluttering inside, which was very interesting. After a while, the garlic is not too hot. If you eat fresh garlic and drink a lot of water, you won't doze off in class in the afternoon.
I remember when I was 16, I just learned to ride a bike. I followed my neighbor's nephew, who was seven or eight years older, to sell garlic in Gaomi's northeast township. I rode for more than 90 miles and finally arrived. The neighbor's big nephew's garlic is big, and he is not willing to sell it when the price is low. He sells it slowly and waits to see the market. However, my garlic is small and rarely asked. In addition, I am a student who has not sold anything, so it is even more difficult to sell it. Suddenly, when someone came to ask for the price, I sold it in a "three five divided by two" and "big buckle basket" style, At this time, the neighbor's nephew still had seven or eight pieces of garlic to sell.
Later, I left my hometown, but I never left garlic. I still maintain the habit of eating garlic and eat garlic for every meal. Chewing the garlic petals, I can't help but think of the red garlic in my hometown and the relatives in my hometown. The wisps of homesickness come to my heart
After graduation, I like garlic even more. A few years ago, when I went to Linyi on business, my friend gave me a full snake skin bag of garlic, plus several bottles of sun dried garlic slices for me to drink in water. When I got home, I chewed the garlic given to me by my friends in Linyi, soaked garlic slices and drank water. This kind of garlic is big. Although it doesn't taste as good as the red garlic in my hometown, it is a kind of kindness among friends. Every year, my parents and classmates in my hometown will send me a few mentions of garlic and say that the garlic is planted by themselves. The red garlic in my hometown is like the folks in my hometown.
I have a deep relationship with garlic. When I chew garlic, I will think of that touching story; Think of garlic, you will think of the folks in your hometown
