What are your parents' specialties and stories?

I took my son back to his hometown a few days ago, and when I was having dinner, my mother made noodle soup, which was filled with beating eggs. My son couldn't get used to the strange fragrance of the grass, so he picked all the grass for me, but his bowl of soup still couldn't be drunk. Mother quickly grabbed a handful of brown sugar and put it in his bowl, and said, "It's delicious to sprinkle some sugar. When your father was a child, when he couldn't eat any more, I grabbed a handful of sugar or dropped a few drops of sesame oil, and he ate vigorously!" My son looked back at me curiously, as if he were laughing at me. For a handful of brown sugar or a few drops of sesame oil, he managed to finish his meal! Being a man is too bottomless, isn't it Is it too easy to be bought off? In fact, dear son, you don't have to doubt my loyalty to the bottom line! Now that I think about it, I was also cheated by your grandmother's "lies"! Looking at my son full of doubts about me, I suddenly remembered my childhood, where there were too many "lies" from my mother that influenced me! I believe that you who are reading this article will have a taste in your heart after reading it!

Just like the meal just now, it's not a bad thing if my mother can coax the meal into my stomach with good words and some sweetness. However, sometimes, I really don't want to eat, and it's impossible to persuade me. People often say: don't eat a toast! Mother has a reason, let me eat obediently. Because at that time, I always left some steamed buns the size of rice and eggs. If I didn't finish them, I would waste them. I even secretly threw the steamed buns into the woodpile without my mother's attention, or poured the leftovers into the cesspit where farm manure was accumulated. I am born in the 197s. If you live in the 197s, you will deeply understand the importance of adequate food and clothing. At that time, although we rural farmers in eastern Henan were not hungry and cold, we were still struggling on the food and clothing line. All the year round, we could only eat pure wheat flour buns after the Spring Festival, and the rest were corn flour and red taro noodles! I still remember that I once ate steamed buns made of elm leaves! Material life is hard, and housewives are careful about food. Even more reluctant to let us children who have never done anything difficult waste it! In order to prevent me from secretly throwing away some leftover steamed buns, my mother often loves to give me some sweetness. If I still can't control me, my mother will tell me a scary proverb: "The leftover steamed buns make you a little monkey;" Leftovers and children become donkeys! " Maybe now, you are full of expectations for cute little donkeys and lively little monkeys, and think it is super fun. That's because you and I don't live in the same era. The donkeys in my memory are all pulling and plowing! In particular, the pulled donkeys have "donkeys are an eyesore" on their heads, so that they won't feel circles and naively think they are walking in a straight line! On the ground outside the stone mill, a circle of deep pits were stepped out by donkeys that kept turning round and round. Once slack, the master's whip will fall on him, and the donkey will be miserable. The donkey was so tired that it was dripping with water. In the end, the owner only gave a few straws to satisfy his hunger. I was afraid when I saw it. Who wants to become a donkey who was beaten and suffered indignities? And that little monkey, in the 197s, there was no electricity in the countryside, and sometimes he went to the neighboring village for miles to see a movie! Not to mention TV, cultural life is extremely poor. Sometimes, after a year or so, there comes a monkey player in the village, and all of them are dispatched by the whole village, and even people from neighboring villages will come to watch the fun. In order to win everyone's applause, monkey players always make monkeys do all kinds of actions. If you can't do it, raise your whip and severely beat the monkey. The poor little monkey was beaten with a grin and jumped up and down, and his mouth screamed from time to time. It's chilling to look at it! Let me become a little monkey and a donkey to be beaten? This is beyond my wildest dreams! What should we do? Why don't we just not become them? Therefore, after I was frightened by my mother's words, I never dared to leave any bread. Even now, I don't want my wife to throw away some steamed bread and rice at the dinner table every time after dinner! Loosen your belt and try to finish it! Of course, now I will never believe that I will become a donkey and a monkey to get whipped. In fact, the most fundamental thing is that I am not willing to waste food! Sometimes I jokingly say to my wife, "I can't lose weight here. First, the food you cooked is so delicious. Second, the leftovers at home are just fattening me up!"! My wife scolded me: "Why didn't you say you were delicious?" Dear wife, don't call me a bitch, okay? Our present life can also be regarded as stable and rich. Do I really have a natural hunger for eating, as the writer Mo Yan said? I don't think so. I may still have a phobia in my heart, "alas! You haven't been hungry for 58 years! Am I not afraid of poverty? " I always laugh at myself! In our hometown, 58 years is synonymous with the hardest life. According to the elders, many people starved to death at that time! In fact, I was born after 7, and at that time, although there was no starvation, it was also a luxury to eat "good noodles" casually! And I dare not leave a bun and rice heel. These are all the "lies" that my mother told me to become a colt and a monkey, which scared me out of my habit!

soon after I graduated from college and went to work, I started to deal in all directions sesame oil, and then I got married and had children. Now all the children have graduated from junior high school. I am over 4 years old, although I have already gained a foothold in the city, my registered permanent residence and ID card belong to liangyuan district Baiyun Office. But I still think that the Mangzhong Bridge in Yucheng is my home, and there are my parents who are "city people"! The influence of more than 2 years of city life has not changed my identity. I have never spent a Spring Festival in the city. I always go back on New Year's Eve. I paste Spring Festival couplets for my parents in my hometown, take my son to the ancestral grave to burn paper, light firecrackers for my parents on the first day of the New Year, let a pair of children kowtow to their parents to pay New Year greetings (so that they can receive red envelopes specially prepared by their grandparents and wet nurses), accompany my parents to eat Chinese New Year dumplings, take my children to the elders' homes in the village to pay New Year greetings and send them New Year wishes! In addition, on the first day of every year, I let the children stand close to each other on the heel of the back wall of the hall. I will draw a stroke for them and measure how tall they are in a year. This habit began when my daughter was three years old, when her son was not born. After having a son, we also let him join the team of drawing bars! Looking at the two rows of bars with different widths, I seem to see the real accumulation of time, and I can feel the massiness of time and the madness of the years. Everyone who goes out to work in the village has come back, and it is rare to see him once a year. If you can meet your childhood playmates again, wouldn't it be quick to talk about some "practical jokes" of that year? I think this has a taste of the year! It will be the third anniversary of my father's death, and the number of times I went home to visit my mother in the past three years has become more and more diligent. It's never been more than 2 days, and I have to stay at home for one night, accompany my mother to pull some past events, and then listen to my mother's "half-monthly talk" in the whole village and surrounding villages! Sometimes, something has become a fixed theme for my mother to talk about every night, and I am also eager to study and listen carefully. Because I know that my mother, who is nearly eighty years old, rarely has a devout audience, and she can calm down and listen to her story. Maybe she doesn't remember telling it n times at all! The villagers at home praised me for being filial and obedient to my mother. In fact, my simple and kind folks, you don't know, I was also scared by my mother's "lies", and I dare not slack off!

When I was young, my mother always instilled in me the concept that there was a god between heaven and earth. At that time, I always felt that there was an endless magical power in the world to govern this social order. As we often say now, "People are doing, the sky is watching, good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil!" Just like thousands of years of feudal rule, heaven and earth are gods, insurmountable! Of course, there are examples told by my mother to prove it. For example, filial piety to my parents and elders will touch God, and there will be gods to help me! I remember my mother said: in ancient times, a person served his sick parents with all his heart. One winter, her mother was seriously ill and wanted to eat live carp. In December, there is nowhere to buy. He ran to the frozen river, unbuttoned his clothes and lay on the ice to warm the cold river. Soon, the ice suddenly melted automatically and two live carp jumped out. After the mother ate it, the sick body recovered naturally. There is another person whose mother is seriously ill in old age. The doctor told her to make soup with fresh bamboo shoots before she could be cured. It was also a severe winter, and there were no fresh bamboo shoots at all. Helpless, he ran to the bamboo forest alone, holding bamboo in his hand and crying. Suddenly, he heard the sound of the ground crack and quickly grew several fresh bamboo shoots from the ground. This person took it home to make bamboo shoot soup, and his mother's condition really improved; There is also a man whose family is poor and his father is seriously ill and needs animal liver as a drug primer. Because there was no money to buy it, he cut his own liver with a knife to cure his old father's illness. The most amazing thing is that his liver can regenerate automatically and the wound heals naturally. In the Henan pendant Guo Ju Buries the Son, Guo Ju and his wife privately discuss to bury their son Guo Chen alive in order to support their old mother and reduce the number of people who eat at home. Their kindness touched the gods. The Jade Emperor decided to help them. Just as they were digging a hole, they were asked to dig out a lot of gold, silver and jewels. In this way, their whole family will no longer have to worry about eating and saving their lives. Later, his son studied hard and finally won the top prize. There are many examples. From the present materialistic point of view, you may laugh at my mother and think it is impossible. But at that time, I was in awe of these heroes who were filial to their parents! I really feel that their filial piety can make the gods in the sky appear! These people really need the admiration of all our people. At that time, they were worshipped as idols or role models! If I learn from them to observe filial piety and do more good deeds, I believe that all the good deeds I have done will be recorded in the credit book by God, and in the future, God will certainly take care of me.

Of course, "What goes around comes around comes around. It's not that you don't report it. When the time comes, you will report it!" Mother also has a vivid example: "Little Ma Ga, with a long tail, married a daughter-in-law and forgot her mother. Throw your mother on the mountain, bake oil cakes, dip in brown sugar, and taste it first! " There are also such unfilial people. I heard that his son brought back the basket he used to hold his mother from the mountain. When he asked what it was for, his son replied, "When you are old, I will throw you into the mountain with this basket!" " Under the pressure of his son, this man reluctantly took the frightened old lady into the house! But in life, just make sure not to starve to death. Once, he ran to the market early to buy a roast chicken and sneaked into the house. Hurry and send it to the daughter-in-law's house for the daughter-in-law and son to eat. The son said that he would not agree to send some to his grandmother. At this time, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs, and there was a loud thunder, which made my daughter-in-law's hand tremble, and the whole roast chicken fell into the urinal that had not been weighed out. What if I can't eat? Give it to the old woman! The son didn't agree, so the man fished it out and wrapped it in paper and went to his mother's house. The poor old mother saw the roast chicken in tears and thought that her son and daughter-in-law had become better! Take the roast chicken and call the grandson to eat quickly. But when the old mother smelled it, there was a strange smell and asked why. This person prevaricated and said it was another flavor! The old mother is no longer suspicious, just tear a piece and fill her mouth. At this moment, the grandson came running, just about to stop it, and was pushed out of the house by the man's ear. The grandson shouted that he couldn't eat, and the man hurried to get rid of his son. Suddenly, another thunder exploded in the sky and chopped the unfilial bastard to death on the spot. But the little grandson was safe and sound. The grandson rushed into grandma's house and stopped grandma from eating roast chicken again, and explained the reason. The old mother screamed at the sky: "It makes rain, and people make death!" Look, everyone, this is the sad end of those who do evil! That's what we said: being struck by lightning! This story, in particular, made my hair stand on end and I was frightened, which convinced me that every unjust person would be punished by God! That is, now, whenever there is thunder in the rain, I wonder, "Did someone around me do something bad and be taken away by the dragon?" I always feel that the gods in the sky are the most just. Isn't that what we often say: You can't hide things from others? Our hometown, the rural area of eastern Henan, always loves to sing operas. There is a play called "Luo Cheng Shu Gua", and my mother shows her spirits, which is simply superb and extreme: Luo Cheng, who is skilled in martial arts and full of youthful spirit, should have lived to be 73 years old in the book of life and death in the hands of Yan Ye, but because she secretly did five outrageous things, everything was lost for ten years, such as the 36 brothers from Jiajialou came to tie the knot. With Qin Qiong is a cousin, two people in the back garden to teach each other martial arts, Qin Qiong taught all, McCullough secretly left a few tricks not to teach, he is to prevent Qin Qiong martial arts more than himself; Before the age of twenty-three, I married five wives in a row, and each wife was sincerely kind to him, but he secretly killed one by one. The other women were born by their parents, so what if one didn't stay? There is also secretly using a comeback, picking the only son of Dan Xiongxin, a sworn brother, and closing the back door of a single family (it was outrageous at the time to make people die); The most outrageous thing turned out to be that when the Tang king accepted him, he let him chew his teeth and put on a saddle, pandered to himself like an ox and a horse, and personally helped the Tang king to take eight steps (in feudal society, the Tang king was the real dragon son of heaven, which was disrespectful, and if he was not good at it, he would kill the nine families). This is really deceiving people and deceiving the sky! The gods of heaven saw that McCullough was really malicious in wicked heart, and relentlessly folded off his fifty-year birthday. Fifty years of life has been deprived without a verdict, which is the best explanation of being punished by God for many evils. That is, as in the present reality, when we see arrogant and unreasonable people who oppress good people, they will privately say, "We will not die a natural death!" In fact, this is also a beautiful footnote that we believe that "what goes around comes around"! Perhaps it is our simple working people who, in the face of rape, are unable to change the cruel reality, sincerely hope for heaven and can give us ordinary people justice. Or it may be a foolish education given to our common people by the former rulers, so that people can learn to be good and not be inclined to think evil. Of course, this is no longer something I could understand when I was a child. What I care about is that we, the God of Heaven and Earth, will be honest, loyal and treacherous, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end!

Whether there is any scientific element in my mother's "lies", I am convinced when I am young. Moreover, since I was a child, I felt that emperors of all dynasties were endowed with divine rights and could not be crossed, just like a wussy farmer who respected the "three cardinal guides and five permanents". The example my mother told me made me firmly believe that the gods are in heaven and have an invisible ruler to measure everyone's words and deeds. Perhaps I am the "foolish people" who have always adhered to the idea of loyalty to the monarch! From a historical point of view, there may be a little awareness of small farmers. That is, as I am now, I am in my forties, and I always believe in the illusory god in the sky (although I don't burn incense and worship Buddha everywhere! ）。 As you may know, I have been engaged in all directions sesame oil for more than 2 years now, and it can be regarded as a famous brand in Shangqiu specialty. Maybe in your mind, there is the concept that there is no rape, no business, and your father can't eat pure sesame oil. I don't deny that some of our colleagues in this industry are really the objects you described. They earn ill-gotten gains by adulterating, shortchanging, and shoddy (using imported genetically modified sesame seeds)! But I stick to my moral bottom line, not adulterating or faking. It's not that I have a grudge against money and wealth, don't love money, and pretend to be lofty, but that I live in my heart