At about 9: 30 in the morning, my wife and I went in through the south gate. First, we go to visit temples and worship Buddha. Then, walk to the north gate of the scenic spot, because the temple fair is in the main venue of the north gate.
Before approaching the temple fair, I heard the sound of gongs, drums and flutes and the sound of singing in the corner. "There is a singing opera!" The wife said in surprise.
I hurried over and saw a stage, sitting or standing in front of it, full of audiences, about three or four hundred people, each with his neck stretched out, his head held high and his eyes fixed on the stage. There are also twenty or thirty costume actors on the stage. There are two leading men and women in front, singing a duet, and other actors are generally all stars holding the moon. Listen to the sound, it's Lu Xi. There are three traditional Chinese characters directly above the stage: "Wenshaotai".
I saw many people watching the play. I said to my wife, "I remember sitting on my father's shoulder watching a play when I was a child."
At that time, there was a stage with a high platform like the ancient city gate. A man with a long beard and a goose feather fan was sitting behind the high platform, shaking the goose feather fan and singing "Yi Yi Ya".
I was born in a small county in the southwest of Shandong Province. 1963 belonged to Henan province before. Up to now, all our dialects belong to Henan dialect, so our local operas there are Henan Opera and Dapingdiao. I can't remember whether the man who shook the goose feather fan on the stage sang Henan Opera or Dapingdiao. I was sitting on my father's shoulder when the goose feather fan sang "Yi Ya".
It should be 62 or 63 at that time. It was the May 13th Temple Fair in our small county. In the evening, my father took me to see a social drama. At that time, I was less than ten years old. I was short because I was hungry when I was a child. I pushed around in the crowd and saw only the backs and legs of adults. No matter how I looked up, I couldn't see the situation on the stage, so I jumped up and down. Dad found that I was in a hurry and grabbed me: "Come, Saner, sit on my arm." Then, I put my hands under my armpit, slapped me hard and hit me on the shoulder.
Sitting on my father's shoulder, I clearly saw the man who shook the goose feather fan on the stage. After a while, I saw a group of people turn around the stage several times, and then retreated.
Looking back now, it seems that I can still feel the generosity and warmth of my father's shoulders, and I feel that my father loves me like a mountain.
We stopped in front of Wenshao Station for a while, and then walked along the main hiking route winding in the north gate, looking around while walking. The hiking trail is crowded with people, and most of them are old faces. Probably like the two of us, we are both free. We can take a trip here to find out the feeling of visiting temple fairs as a child and increase the fun of life.
On both sides of the road, according to the regional division, there are numerous stalls with various characteristics, one next to the other. To describe them with cliches is really dazzling and overwhelming. Especially in the gourmet area, one after another, the shouting is louder than the other.
"Jinan famous product, Huang family barbecue, tender outside." Let's have a look. It's really delicious, but I'm too old to like meat.
"Russian bread, three for ten dollars!" Just like the Russian bread we bought in Harbin. The skin is dark and large. The point is that it's cheap. "Boss, ten dollars." Take it, a big bag, bulging, quite affordable.
"Xinjiang thin-skinned walnuts, big sale, ten yuan a catty!" Usually, in the supermarket, it is not less than 20 yuan. It's so cheap, you must try it first. It tastes pure. "Boss, two pounds!" In the blink of an eye, we had two kilograms of walnuts in our hands.
"Osmanthus Jelly, Yunnan, fragrant and sweet!" Come around and have a look Feast your eyes as soon as you hit the eye: a big disk, layered, red, orange, yellow and green, colorful, crystal clear and moist; Cutting, each with several colors, is more attractive. It smells good, too. "Boss, two!"
I'm a little hungry. I look up at the sky and the sun is in the middle. I went to the temporary food city, bought a bowl of bean jelly and ate it next to Osmanthus Jelly. Osmanthus Jelly is sweet and sticky, and cold rice noodles are cold and salty. Together, it can satisfy hunger and satisfy the desire of the tongue.
While tasting delicious food, I couldn't help talking to my wife about the May 13th Temple Fair in our small hometown when I was a child, and thinking of the delicious food in the temple fair.
"Hot jelly, fried coke, baked thoroughly!" This is the cry of grandpa Fu Baosheng, our neighbor in Sanwan Lane. He is not tall, but his voice is unusually loud, which is very penetrating in the temple fairs where people come and go. You can hear him crying from a distance.
His bean jelly was a must in our small county during the Republic of China, and it was called "Fu Jia bean jelly". He has always insisted on using mung bean powder instead of sweet potato powder, so the bean jelly he made has always maintained a faint original fragrance of mung beans, and the milky white is light green and crystal clear as jade.
His bean jelly is cold and fried. But I think his fried bean jelly is particularly delicious.
Pour cooking oil into the pot. Then, put the cut bean jelly into an oil pan and fry it. Add sauce in the frying process, and finally add garlic cloves when out of the pan. When not frying, cover it with a wooden cover, roast it on low heat and stew it. Bake the skin of bean jelly slowly until brown, and stew the flavor of edible oil and seasoning into bean jelly. When it's cooked, I open the lid, and the mixed fragrance floats around, making me sniffle all the time, always trying to suck all the fragrance into my stomach. Pour sesame oil before cooking, which is more fragrant. The fried bean jelly in a small dish is tender and transparent; Trembling, but firm and flexible, piece by piece, angular. Unlike some inferior bean jelly now, it is broken into a ball in a bowl. Stir-fried bean jelly, eaten in your mouth, has a compound fragrance of cooking oil, noodle sauce, garlic and other seasonings, which really makes people eat enough.
"Come on ... (disease) start ... hot meatballs ... meatballs!" The shouts are a little hoarse, but the decibel is also very high and penetrating. This is the cry of grandpa Zhang Wenzhi, another neighbor in Sanwan Lane. He sells meatball soup. Every temple fair, he will set up a big pot in the east of Dagutou, boil the water, throw the fried mung bean powder balls in, then boil the pot, add seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and add some coriander, which is also fragrant and particularly attractive. No more, no less, a bowl of ten balls floating in the delicious soup. Because the heat is well mastered, it is tender and not broken in the mouth, and the flavor of the seasoning permeates. "Zhangjia meatball soup" is also a famous delicacy in our small county.
Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi's voice "The meatballs are boiling!" In our city, it has also evolved into a popular humorous phrase of clever swearing.
Everyone said that when Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi saw someone coming, he would shout loudly and slowly: "Come on ... Come on ..." If someone walked into his booth and sat down to drink a bowl of meatball soup, he would continue to shout: "Hot meatballs!" If the visitor doesn't want to drink meatball soup, he will go straight to the booth and then shout, "Cook the meatballs."
In our hometown, "meatball boiling" is the first half and the second half of the two-part allegorical saying: "Fuck off!"
Everyone says Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi is very skillful in swearing. No matter whether Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi is clever or not, everyone else shouts, "The meatballs are boiling!" "Everyone thinks that this man is very skillful in swearing, and they can't help thinking of Grandpa Zhang Wenzhi and his meatball soup.
There are Ximenli Zangjia braised pork, Sun Shi Hu spicy soup, Nanguan Jinjiahuo, Dongguan bean curd, Beiguan sesame seed cake ... not only the temple fair on May 13th, but also the first and fifteenth days of every month in the county. As long as the policy allows, these famous snacks will take to the streets to satisfy the appetite of those who catch up.
The two of us had lunch in the food city and then went for a walk. After a while, we saw a booth selling needles, threads and brains. Old-fashioned sewing needles, under the glass plate, vary in size and thickness, one by one, neatly arranged, shining with silver luster, and there are many small bags next to them, all of which are packaged. Sewing thread, various colors, bundles and rolls', available. These things are hard to see now. Seeing these needles and thread brains, I suddenly remembered a scene that we often saw at temple fairs in small counties.
A thin old man, with a long board in front of him, murmured, "eldest sister-in-law, kannika nimtragol, it's so difficult to sew." I have a sharp silver needle here. I'm sure you can mend it and save your strength. "Chanting, 1 of" pa "right hand, into magic, throw the silver needle into a straight line, all brush together, nailed to the board.
This unique skill is really attractive. When people watching in front of the booth see that these silver needles can be directly plunged into the board and stand upright, they will certainly think that these needles are hot, tough and sharp. "Come on, I want these needles you threw away."
"ok!"
Then, pull them off the board one by one, wrap them in paper and give them to the person who bought the needles.
Last year in my hometown, I told some old friends about selling needles, and some of them still remember. And when I was a child, I often watched the thin old man throw needles at the board. An old friend said, "When I was a child, watching that thin old man throw a needle was like watching magic." Another old friend said, "The old man is slipping away. Seeing what someone says, he always makes people happy and can't hold back. He won't stop until he buys a pack of needles. "
"Thirst, buy an ice cream!" My thoughts are still wandering at the temple fair in my hometown on May 13, and my wife dragged me back to the Qianfo Mountain temple fair in front of me.
Hehe, there is a cold drink stand in front, and there are all kinds of ice cream and ice cream in the transparent freezer. My wife has a little hobby. She hardly dares to eat cold food at home. When she eats cold food, she likes to upset her stomach. However, as long as we are thirsty when we go out, we always like to get an ice cream to try. Even in the cold winter, we should be advised to buy it from time to time, and it will always be okay after eating it. What's more, today, the temperature suddenly rose to more than 30 degrees. After walking in the vicious sun for a long time, I was naturally thirsty and naturally wanted to eat an ice cream. The wife is the leader. When the leader gives the order, he naturally executes it immediately. I quickly bought the chocolate ice cream that the leader loves, one for each person, and finished it. At the entrance, it is clear and cool, and the rich chocolate flavor is accompanied by milk fragrance, which is really refreshing.
Eating ice cream, he said to his wife, "When I was a child, I was hot and thirsty. It was enough to drink cold water from a bowl of wells." Hey, you don't know, I sold cold water from a well at a temple fair on May 13 when I was a child! "
I don't remember that year or how old I was. Anyway, May 13 is the temple fair season.
On May 13 that year, it was very hot. In the morning, the sun is poisonous. People walked in the sun, and after a while, they were sweating like a pig. At that time, there was a well outside the north gate of the Confucian Temple, close to the most lively boundary of the temple fair. People come and go, crowded, and many of them come from the countryside to the city to catch the temple fair. My family is probably my second brother, and maybe other people in the production team, holding a dozen bowls and a bucket, drawing water from the well, sprinkling saccharin and stirring it. Then, he shouted, "add saccharin, and draw cold water from the cold sweet well. Come and drink!" " ""twenty cents a bowl, delicious and not expensive! "
I didn't expect someone to drink it immediately after such a shout. I threw down twenty cents, picked up a bowl of cold water with saccharin from a well, and "thump thump" it all at once. Some people, one bowl is not enough, but also drink the second and third bowls. More than a dozen bowls are not enough, and there is still a queue. After a temple fair, we sold wells to fetch water and earned more than ten dollars.
"Now that I think about it, it was the first time in my life to sell wells and pull cold water with others." I smiled and said to my wife. You know, at that time, one dollar could buy four or five Jin of wheat.
Hi! I visited the Qianfoshan Temple Fair, and there were old sesame seeds and rotten valleys everywhere, all of which were old things in my hometown temple fair. It is said that old people always love nostalgia, which is true. No, on the way back from the Qianfo Mountain Temple Fair, I also said to my wife, "Alas, there has been no temple fair in our small county for many years. The temple fair when we were children is a thing of the past. The old people we remember are long gone! "
In fact, with the large-scale demolition, the small county town in our hometown has been turned upside down, except for high-rise buildings, which are ruins, old houses and old streets. The old border where the temple fair was originally held has long been completely changed. In Jinan, there are also Qianfo Mountain, and temple fairs can be held every year. In our hometown, another temple fair is going to be held. Where is the place? Probably before long, in my hometown, future generations really don't know what a temple fair is anymore.