What is the time, place, reason, number of people and banquet of drinking? (From Spring Wine)

The new year in the countryside is very long. After the Lantern Festival, the year is not completely over. There is also a program that every family invites to drink spring wine, which once again causes a climax. In my feeling, its atmosphere is sometimes more lively than the New Year's Day from the first day to the fifth day. The reason is: during the Spring Festival, children are not allowed to play in the hall and kitchen for fear of bumping into each other and breaking bowls and lights. Especially, I am a girl. When steaming cakes, you are not allowed to put your feet on the edge of the furnace hole, and you are not allowed to grab food casually, because many of them must be offered to the Buddha first. I feel very constrained when I say that I should be especially careful in my work and ask for more luck. After the Lantern Festival, adults thought we were all obedient and didn't make trouble. The offerings exchanged from Buddhist temples and shrines are all piled up in a big jar for us to eat. In particular, every household invites them to drink spring wine in turn. I represent my mother. I always take the lead, come uninvited, eat like a bee and go home with a big bag in my hand.

But to tell the truth, my family eats a lot, even the golden dates, chocolate candy, peanuts, longan and pine candy sent by Beiping are not rare. So what do I like best? This is the eight-treasure wine brewed by my mother on the winter solstice. When it's time to drink spring wine, I'll open it for everyone to taste. "Buqi, spleen and eyesight!" Mother always said proudly. She turned to me again and said, "But you can only lick one nail seam. Children who drink too much will have nosebleeds, which is too much. " In fact, before she finished, I had secretly put my finger in the cup several times, and I had licked a lot of liqueur under my nails.

Babao wine, as its name implies, is made of eight kinds of wine, namely black jujube (I don't know whether it is south jujube or north jujube), litchi, longan, almond, dried tangerine peel, wolfberry fruit, coix seed and two olives. It takes a month to soak, open it, add medicine to the wine, and I can't wait to drink it three times at a time. Mother only poured me a little at the bottom of a small cup. I took it and smelled it. I walk around. Once I accidentally fell down when I crossed the threshold. The cup was in my hand, but the wine spilled on my skirt. When holding Xiaohua Mall, it licks and falls asleep. It turns out that my Xiaohua Mall is also Brewmaster!

When I come back from drinking spring wine, my mother always smells my mouth and asks me how many glasses of wine I drank. I always say, "Just one drink, because there is nothing sweet in it." Mom was very happy to hear that. She treated her neighbors to spring wine and made sure to pour each of them a glass of sweet wine. As for me, I'll just lean in everyone's arms, order wine with chopsticks and lick it.

In addition to spring wine, my family has a special program, which is to have a drink. Whenever someone in the village is in urgent need of money, a meeting will be held to get 12 people together. In the first month, the head of the delegation always invited these eleven people to drink spring wine as a reward, and the place had to borrow my big drawing room. The banquet is called from the city, which is different from the so-called eight dishes, five dishes and eight dishes in the countryside (that is, eight cold dishes, five dishes or eight bowls of hot dishes). The banquet in the city is called "Twelve Dishes" (about four cold dishes, four stir-fried dishes and four bowls of stew), which is the most exquisite banquet. Therefore, if a countryman expresses his gratitude to others, the verbal words are "I'll treat you to twelve dishes". So every year in the first month, after drinking the spring wine from my neighbor's house, I eagerly look forward to the twelve-dish banquet in the big drawing room.

Mother never attends meetings, but she is always happy to invite everyone to the living room, which can add a little joy to the Spring Festival. Uncle Abiao, the gardener, also painted the glass cover of the gas lamp with butter, lit it and hung it in the center of the flower room, so that everyone could punch and shout while eating wine, which was particularly cheerful. As for me, there must be someone sitting next to the meeting leader who has to eat and drink. At this time, my mother will hold a bottle of her own eight-treasure wine for everyone to taste.

At the end of the banquet, everyone will be given a printed handkerchief. My mother and I have one, too, so I got two. I am very happy. Everyone drank the sweet eight-treasure wine and asked their mother what was in it. Mother spoke proudly over and over again, her cheeks flushed with joy, as if she had drunk wine. In fact, mother never touches her lips.

It's not just wine, my mother is diligent all year round, doing this and that, making fresh and unique things, always giving them to others, but rarely eating them herself. When people ask her how much to put in each material, she always smiles and says, "Just touch it, I don't have a certain weight." But as always, she was careful to tell others. It can be seen that everything she does has a steelyard in her heart. She often says: "shoes are different, clothes are different, you should be careful."

This year, I did the same thing. I made eight-treasure wine for my ancestors and poured a cup for my son, telling him it was "vintage wine". After drinking it, I grew one year old. He said critically, "You used American wine, not the wine brewed in your hometown when you were a child."

A word reminded me that it is not authentic hometown flavor. But where can I find my real family?