"When I was a child, my family was poor, I couldn't afford to eat steamed buns, and I could only eat big fish and meat" - you think I'm joking? I can't afford to eat, where the money comes from to eat meat, no, this is true, as soon as I say it, you will understand.
It was the late 1970s, when my dad was a road keeper and our family lived in a remote mountain trail class.
Only my father has a household registration in the whole family, my mother and several of our children do not have a household registration, and my father's rations are 6 mouths for the whole family, large and small, and there is not enough to eat.
My family lived in a Mongolian pastoral area, and there were some herders around, so Dad tried to buy some needlework, biscuits, wine and other things from the bottom of the mountain to exchange with Mongolian characters.
At that time, supplies were scarce, the herders were living in a closed circle, there were rumors that someone had exchanged a needle for a cow, and my father said that it was normal to exchange a bottle of wine for a sheep. The Mongols were very simple, and the well-connected herders sometimes slaughtered their livestock and brought some meat to my family, or heads, hooves, offal, and so on.
At that time, my family lived at a high altitude, could not grow vegetables, every month the unit of the car to deliver vegetables, in the winter snow closed the mountains, there were nearly half a year to send vegetables trucks can not come up, life is particularly hard, so at that time meat became the staple food on my family's table.
I remembered that when it was time to eat, my mother brought a large pot of meat to the table and said: Eat! We begged her: Mom, I want to eat a piece of steamed bun, I don't want to eat meat. But where are there so many steamed buns for us to let go and eat.
In addition to meat, there are also alpine fish and wild mushrooms in the mountains that can be eaten with an open belly.
At that time, there were many alpine fish in the river behind The Daoban, dad and colleagues used detonators to fry fish when they rested, and when a detonator exploded, the water column splashed several meters high, and the layer of white flowers floated to the surface of the water, some of which were fried, and some of which were fainted. Dad and uncle they fished up with a net, and each family could share a large laundry basin and carry it home to cook and eat, fry, steam, burn, and dry dried fish to eat slowly.
In August, when the mushrooms came out, my mother and aunts would go to the grass beach to pick up a lot of mushrooms and eat them slowly with strings of thread.
My mother ate mushrooms and fish in those years and hurt, until now she did not eat these two things much, I was small at that time, I only remember often feel that I had oil in my head, I always yelled at my mother, my mother could not understand what I meant, how could there be oil in my head? Now that I think about it, I must have eaten too much meat at that time, and I ate high blood lipids, and I can't describe my age, but I can only say that I have oil in my head. Thankfully, that life only lasted a few years, or I wouldn't know what to do now.
Later, my family moved to a low-altitude Daoban to live, can grow some hardy vegetables to eat, after the birth of my sister, the unit gave our whole family a household registration, after the policy was opened, my mother opened a small shop, the family's conditions slowly improved, no longer need to eat meat.
The years are like songs, the past is like smoke, the father has died early more than ten years ago, the mother is now dying of old age, and the little girl who shouts every day that she wants to eat steamed bread has long been in a confused year.
