While everyone was joking, Mayor Dai came over with a cigarette in his mouth. After saying hello, he pointed at the more than ten meters long moso bamboo and said, "Is this bamboo tube salty and sour rice the best in the world?"
The most important thing in this kind of world is creativity. You have to check online to see if anyone has done it. But Mayor Dai has worked hard to expand his influence in the countryside. This kind of thought is extremely rare. Jin Huabin smiled and said: "That should be considered.
, we are all witnesses of the township mayor’s Guinness record.”
After saying that, he used a hatchet to chop open the long bamboo. Because the bamboo was too long, the fire roasted it unevenly. Even though it was continuously rolled and roasted for an hour, part of the rice inside was burnt and part was still half-cooked. Mayor Dai smiled awkwardly.
He said with a smile: "I'm sorry everyone this time. I cut it short with a saw and then grilled it for a while. I can't let the distinguished guests eat raw food."
Several foreign friends were learning to use chopsticks to pick up rice, and they picked up the rice cakes and said, "It's okay, the burnt ones are more fragrant." After saying that, they picked up the rice cakes and ate them. Mayor Dai felt relieved when he saw how delicious they were eating.
He hummed the tune "Joining the Mandarin Ducks" and walked away while singing.
I sing folk songs and my sister picks up the tune,
I want to marry my sister.
On the streets and off the streets, heels and feet,
When the girl entered the room, the door was open.
I thought about it after midnight last night,
The dreamy little girl came into my house.
My mother is too lazy to put the food into her mouth when she cooks it.
My sister cooks delicious food.
When going to Xianju team building, Gongmen, known as the Shangri-La of East China, is a must-see stop. Jin Huabin arranged the next day's itinerary here. Gongmen is nearly three hours' drive from Anling. At dawn, the villagers
We got up and cooked breakfast for the team building team. In the morning light, smoke was curling up, the lanterns in Jinkeng Village were lit, and all the houses were shrouded in a mysterious color. Breakfast is one of the most distinctive foods in Xianju.
The preparation method is to make a paste with flour and sweet potato flour, then paste it into a thin crust in a pan, then wrap it with various dishes, roll it into a long strip, and fry it with oil on all sides until golden.
Porridge and pickles with wheat oil sauce, this is another small local specialty food that people in big cities will never taste. The team building members were not satisfied, so they took out their cameras one by one and recorded the whole process of making wheat oil sauce.
It was almost noon when we arrived at Gongmenqiankeng Village. The villager Lao Ke's family had already made wheat cakes and was waiting for them. Wheat cakes are another specialty of Xianju. They are made by adding flour and water into a ball, and then rolling it out with a rolling pin into the size of a basin.
Thin skin, with stuffing made of pickles and minced meat inside, roll it out again to the size of a basin, fry it in a frying pan until golden brown on both sides. It tastes crispy and fragrant. Paired with freshly ground salty soy milk, it will make people stop eating.
No matter what, the team building members all ate until their bellies were round and their waists were thick, and they kept praising how delicious it was. Jin Huabin and Su Yuehong were even happier. They paid ten yuan each for lunch, and saved a lot of expenses. It seems that this time they made a profit.
Astonishingly high.
After dinner, everyone went to the mountains, and before halfway, they could hear the call from a distance.
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The foreign friend took out the video recorder from his backpack again and was about to start it. He asked, "What is this sound?"
"The cow is lost, we need to call it." Jin Huabin was born in a rural area, and one of the boys had a cowherd boy. The voice was extremely familiar, and he said to him: "It's still a calf that was lost."
"You can hear this too." The foreign friend said dubiously: "Is there any difference between the call of the calf and the bull?"
"The big cow has a rope. If it is lost, the villagers will search and chase it all over the mountain. The calf is not long after it is born, and the meat is still tender. The farmers are reluctant to wear a rope around its nostrils. When the villagers graze, the cow and calf are herded together.
, but the calf is naughty and will often take advantage of the cow and run away to other places without noticing." Jin Huabin said and gestured: "So, the villagers will compose songs to call the calf back, please listen carefully."
The foreign friend put his hand to his ear, and sure enough, a burst of singing came from the distance, as if the adults were imitating the braying of a cow.
"This is called "Hu Niudiao". This is how people in the village look for cattle." Jin Huabin said as he translated the villagers' songs and sang them.
Yaya ho ay, ho ho ho come.
Come on,
Come and follow your mother.
Your mother is in Yiheng.
Your mother asked you to crawl on all fours,
Little yellow head,
Huang Gutou, go with your mother.
Yaya ah ya ya ho, ya ya ho,
Ah ho ah ho cliff ah cliff ho.
"Oh, it's not easy for his mother to give birth to him. Come out and follow your mother quickly, is that what you mean?" The foreigner said with a smile: "This reminds me of a popular saying on the Internet years ago: Son, your mother calls you
It’s time to go home for dinner. The local culture in Xianju is so rich that you never tire of it.”
Gongyu Village is not high, with an altitude of 700 meters, but for city dwellers who rarely climb mountains on weekdays, it is a high-intensity activity. What's more, everyone is bringing tents this time. Although the tents are not heavy, they are not heavy.
Weighing more than ten kilograms, it is quite a burden to carry on your back.
After climbing two slopes and walking through a small village, there was a bamboo forest. The flute sounded leisurely. Several cowherd boys sat on the backs of the cows and passed by in groups. One was playing the flute and the others were using the cow.
Beating the beat and singing "Yuan Cai Niu"
The village is surrounded by grass and millet.
Hungry birds peck at the cow's back,
It makes me uncomfortable
When you enter the grassland, there are many cattle wandering around.
When the calf is white, it sings in the reeds
Blowing leaves across the embankment to greet my companions,
There were also three or four blasts of drums and long whips
Cows and cows eating grass should not touch each other,
The official's head is high!
Foreign friends remembered that when they first left Qiankeng Village, there were a few cows by the stream, and a few egrets parked on their backs. They were pecking at something and making several wonderful calls. The cows were frightened by his voice and almost
The cow raised its head, mooed at him several times, and raised its horns, as if to demonstrate to him. The shepherd boy whipped his whip in the air, making a few crackling sounds, as if to warn the cow not to be rude to the guests.
The child barked a few more times, turned a mountain bend and disappeared from sight.
The team was moving so slowly, which was beyond Jin Huabin's expectation. According to the normal itinerary, the journey from Qiankeng to Xiaping Village would only take two hours at most, but it was already nearly 4:30 in the afternoon, and everyone had not reached their destination yet. Jinhua
Bin collapsed a little. He groped for another hour and a half. It was starting to get dark. It was time for dinner. Finally, he arrived at the pond in Shan'ao. At the intersection, a shepherd boy was lying on the rock with his face
He was resting under a raincoat, and he looked familiar. After a closer look, he turned out to be the son of villager Ke Yunshan. He helped his father with his business. He didn't have classes on weekends, so his father sent him to wait for us at the intersection.
After waking him up, he lazily rode on the back of the cow, whipped his whip and sang "Shepherd Boy".
The grass spreads across the field for six or seven miles,
The flute makes three or four sounds in the evening breeze.
After returning home after a full meal at dusk,
I lie down under the moonlight without taking off my coir raincoat.
The eight or nine-year-old child's voice has not lost its milkiness and its pronunciation is not accurate, but it still has an indescribable childishness.
As they were about to reach their destination, the spirit of the team was lifted, and everyone held their heads high.