The impression of the old Guanzhong countryside squatted at the door to eat.

In the rural areas of Guanzhong in the 1980s, there were several big stones at the door of every household, some were abandoned stone mills, some were half stone tablets moved from nowhere, and some were pillars and doorstones. These stones are the best seats for people to eat, enjoy the cool and pass around.

It is very cold in the countryside in winter, and there is no stove at home. The houses built on both sides are open in the middle, and they are completely sheltered from the wind. When it snows, you can see the thick snow on the kang through the window. When the snow melts, a long ice slot will be hung on the eaves, and naughty children will knock off a piece to eat as an ice lolly. There is also a thick layer of ice in the water tank used to hold water. When cooking, you have to break an ice hole with a knife to scoop water. The rag on the chopping board has been frozen hard, so it can only be used by boiling water. Men help to pull the bellows to make a fire, and women are responsible for cutting vegetables and cooking. When the meal was ready, they all took the meal in one hand, put a little red radish or pickles on it, and took the oilseed steamed bread in the other hand and went straight to the gate.

The sun at the door of that house didn't shelter from the wind and rain, and everyone gathered there uniformly. Some squatted on the stone, some squatted on the ground directly against the wall, and some stood in the corner eating and moving because they were wearing single shoes. There are many men and many women, and the children are laughing and playing while eating.

Men talk about what they think is important at dinner. People with a little culture who often read newspapers will tell you what is going on outside, and people who often walk around the street will tell you all kinds of forests in the surrounding villages. The women here are laughing all the time. They must be saying that parents are short-lived in the west.

After eating a bowl of rice, I was comfortable and warm in the sun. The men simply put the chopsticks on the ground next to them, took out their tobacco bags and pipes, loaded them slowly, lit a match and smoked happily. At this time, the wrinkled face was smiling, as if those miserable days had never happened.

A pot of cigarettes after a meal is better than a living fairy, which is their mantra. In that era when there was no TV or mobile phone, people who just got rid of hunger already felt that life was very beautiful, squatting in the corner to eat and bask in the sun and talk about mountains together.