In a later letter, I learned that, as expected, after the beef had completed its journey from north to south, it had gone rancid when it arrived home. Later, due to his physical condition, my father g

In a later letter, I learned that, as expected, after the beef had completed its journey from north to south, it had gone rancid when it arrived home. Later, due to his physical condition, my father gave up drinking and exercised strict self-discipline. To sum it up, the big green stick with beef in the summer 20 years ago was the last time our father and son drank together. As soon as the military academy admission notice arrived, Lao Mao, Binzi and I spontaneously proposed to have a drink. The night before I left for school, I read the news, asked for leave from the platoon leader, and truthfully reported the reason for the leave. The platoon leader said, don't drink too much. The reason for this instruction is that our platoon leader who likes to sing and organized his company to participate in the whole regiment singing competition won first place. Although he likes to smoke cigarettes, he blushes whenever he drinks. The weather was pleasant that day, and the three of us soldiers of the same age gathered together on the north side of the regimental headquarters—Binzi’s workplace. We usually call it the "service center", but in fact two-thirds of the area is occupied by pig farms. Binzi never minds fooling around with the pig farm director. In order to show courtesy to an old friend, Binzi not only secretly gave me eggs during my review period, but also set the location of the farewell banquet in a relatively high-end service center restaurant. Although the three of us did not have mobile phones to communicate with each other at that time, we did not realize whether Lao Mao or I arrived first, and we quickly gathered and sat down. Although there was still the smell of pig manure that came from time to time, it did not affect our parting mood at all. I even immediately thought of sentences such as: There are no old friends when I leave Yangguan in the west, and I don’t know you at the end of the world to heighten the atmosphere. It was also at this time the year before that I bid farewell to Zhengzhou Anti-Aircraft Artillery College, my hometown high school, with my head downcast. He struggled for a long time and decided to call me for a drink. And this year, he wrote to me from time to time on stationery bearing the name of a military academy to encourage me to work hard and never give up. Not only did Binzi carefully prepare solid and satisfying dishes such as stir-fried meat and scrambled eggs, but he also untied a bunch of big green sticks tied firmly with red plastic ropes and put them in a bowl filled with cold water. It was chilled in a large basin. Disposable cups were not popular at that time, so we chose the white bowls we usually use to drink rice and soup when eating. Basically, it was a bowl and a gulp. They both sincerely congratulated me, and I also said encouraging words such as that everyone should do a good job. But at the time, I didn’t actually feel very happy. On the one hand, I had taken the exam for another year, and I was a little nervous about whether I would be eliminated in the re-examination, because I witnessed with my own eyes a buddy from the company who failed to pass the machine gun training II. Two people were returned to the Shijiazhuang Lu Academy. One worked with perseverance for another year and was finally accepted by the Ordnance Engineering College, but the other chose to give up. On the other hand, I also felt deeply regretful that the three of them could not go together. Facing the cruelty, I felt a little heavy. Although Binzi’s base was at the pig farm, he often published articles about small tofu pieces in local newspapers. At one time, I firmly believed that he only came to the pig farm to sketch and collect scenery, seeking peace and quiet for a better ideal. . He once took out a photo of a child in a mysterious manner and asked me if I knew who it was. Although his love story has been kept secret, I think the child's father should be an army officer; and Lao Mao makes me even more surprised. Sure enough, we had made an appointment to go to the training team together, but he inexplicably refused to come to play. . Fortunately, the world is a small place. After we were separated for a few years, we both hung out in the capital at the same time. Although we didn't meet often, we were no longer limited to the big green stick when we met for a date. And Binzi became an urban management officer somewhere in Hebei, and had already completed the transformation from managing a group of pigs in the past to managing small businessmen and hawkers now.

I went south from Inner Mongolia to Jiangcheng, and then to the barracks at the foot of the Great Wall. It was summer again. Summer is inseparable from Big Green Stick Oral Liquid. There, I also learned for the first time that in addition to being used to boil water, the thermos also has a huge and magical function. At that time, our living conditions were so luxurious that we were not limited to drinking cold water when we were thirsty. However, if we repeatedly weighed those canned drinks and big green sticks, we still felt that drinking beer was more cost-effective and drinkable. At that time, Big Green Stick cost 1 yuan and 5 a bottle, and there was a more advanced way to drink it.

After you have gone through some physical exercise and sweated profusely, you can come to the service center, open a 600 ml bottle, take a big sip, then crack a raw egg, let the egg white wrap the yolk, and flow down the bottle mouth. Mix it thoroughly with beer to create Shiquan Datong Liquor. It is said that this way of drinking can quickly restore physical strength. I have not dared to try it yet because I am afraid of the fishy smell of raw eggs. In a relatively closed environment, it is really helpless for everyone to express their love for the big green stick by using the disguise of a thermos to wrap and accept him. Later, when everyone had the opportunity to go out, they would also drink quietly. Usually they would go to a small shop called "Knife Noodles" owned by a Northeasterner in Daobei. To be honest, we have never eaten noodles there. We just love the ice-cold Big Green Stick served in a draft beer glass. In fact, we have also tried draft beer, which tastes better, but we still feel that bottled beer is not as simple and practical as it is easy to measure and operate. In addition to the conscientious and authentic grilled mutton skewers, the grilled tofu rolls in that shop are also very unique and memorable, so people have always wondered why the name of the shop is positioned as noodles, while the skewers are the real flavor of the shop. After we go there, the boss will usually ask: "Inside the house or outside?" We usually choose to set up a table under the tree at the door and enjoy a drink while enjoying skewers on the street. No matter what time we go, the shopkeeper never urges them to close. There is another factor that keeps us coming back there. The shop owner's son often works as a waiter. I don't know if he goes to school. He wears glasses and has no forearm on his left hand. On the upper half of his arm, he has a penis-like penis. Every time I see his dangling forearms, my brothers' hearts twitch and they quickly take a sip of wine. We agreed at that time that as long as we could go out and have fun, we would stay here and only here. In the past few years, it is said that the place has been demolished. I am afraid that few people know about the "Knife-cut Noodles" shop anymore.

Before, I really didn’t pay much attention to where the big green stick came from. Later, I lived in the northeastern suburbs of Beijing, and I became familiar with the Shunyi people’s feelings towards Yanjing and Putin. Generally, Shunyi's Oktoberfest is held on June 6 every year, which means Six-Six Dashun. You can go to the water park to participate in various activities, and the various beer gardens are also bustling. For a while, I suddenly had trouble sleeping. I remembered the good recipe I had used when I was taking the exam, so I got a basket of big green sticks and started drinking, but one or two did not achieve the desired effect at all. So I increased the dose to six bottles of 3600mI. Instead of inducing drowsiness, I started to stagger, stumble, make random phone calls, talk drunkenly, become even more excited, and faint. Lao Song said that the last time the four of them had a meal, they ordered a bottle of Big Green Stick and wanted one cup each. When the waiter served the wine, she only served one cup. When she was asked to serve three more cups, the waiter opened her eyes wide. Said in surprise, four people drinking one bottle? ·····Sigh, it’s not that Big Green Stick Liquor doesn’t work, it’s that I feel dizzy after drinking too much.

Generally every year, women in rural areas in their hometown generally don’t like beer, and they pick up their noses and say they can’t smell it because it smells like urine. I'm afraid no gay man would think so. There was a time when the company had meals every week. The company commander stipulated that each person should have half a bottle of Big Green Stick. Xiao Cui in the platoon didn't drink alcohol when he first joined the company, and now he has become the "Little Prince of Beer." Nowadays, many restaurants are advertising "free beer, drink as much as you like" in advance, but we have passed the age of flocking to them and singing songs. Although the taste of the general beer is not as sweet as the orange sparkling wine from my hometown, the classic old version of Big Green Stick has feelings to recall, and I like it.