When I was a child, people in the countryside had a large stove in their homes, built of mud bricks, and half the height of the family.

There are usually two pots, one large and one small. Big roasted rice, small roasted vegetables.

Because of the firewood fire, the rice is particularly fragrant.

Our fathers raised 4 to 5 children, and a large family did not use this big pot stove, and it is estimated that they will not be able to eat enough.

There will be a bellows attached to the side of the large earthen stove, but it is estimated that it is not visible now.

Occasionally, you can see the guy in the blacksmith shop barebacked, blowing wind for the coal stove.

At the age of 6 or 7, he could pull the bellows pole, so he accompanied his mother to cook and work as an assistant.

In winter, while pulling the bellows to keep warm, while listening to the mother's teachings, children who grow up in this environment will not be bad.

When I was a child, children were not allowed to serve at the table, so they crowded into the stove (the place where the fire was burned), waiting for the adults to eat when they were full.

However, there will also be adults who beckoned to go for a glass of wine and eat a piece of meat, and at this time the steps are brisk, raising a small bowl and drinking it all.

According to the adults, when I was 6 years old, I got drunk with a big bowl of wine and got so drunk that I was in the middle of the stove, which scared everyone for a while.

In retrospect, maybe the amount of alcohol was practiced in this way.

When I make rice cakes in winter, I often add firewood and simmer a rice cake at the same time.

This simmered rice cake is also very skillful, and it cannot be roasted over an open flame, which will burn. It should be buried under Mars slowly, and when it is almost time to dig it out, there are sporadic golden embellishments on the outside, and the inside is ripe, and it will be fragrant in one bite.

When the pine flowers bloom on the mountain, sprinkle some pine flowers before simmering to make them more fragrant.

There will be a small pot of water in the middle of the second pot, called a soup pot, and the rice is boiled, which is very environmentally friendly and energy-saving.

The boiled water boiled in well water also has a fresh taste and a slight sweetness.

The most useful earthen stove is to make rice cakes and shochu (liquor).

We were happiest when the fire was burned with pine wood, and when the rice noodles were steamed and then beaten into adult cakes, the whole village came to help.

And the first few catties of wine burned out will be appreciated by the men in the village, and the dog at home will also kill the dog on this day, so that everyone can serve as a drink.

At this time, the smell of new wine and dog meat wafted through the village, and we nibbled on the pieces of meat handed by the adults, running around and rejoicing.

According to the customs of the township, the "stove god" who lives in the earthen stove is in charge of the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the world.

Every year, the New Year is celebrated, and the god of the stove is sacrificed, so that the god of the stove can eat and drink enough, so that the family can not worry about eating and drinking in the coming year.

Every year, the first rice cake dough and the first cup of wine brewed are offered to the god of the stove.

10 years ago, I went home to see that my parents still had an old stove, and although there was a gas stove, my mother still liked to use firewood to cook vegetables.

Build a new house and say goodbye to the old stove.

My mother still asked the mason to build a hut on the side, build a small stove where a pot could be placed, and insisted on boiling water with firewood.

We helped her sell the kettle, but we just didn't use it.

Nowadays, many young people work hard in the city and eat takeaway, which is a generation that does not eat fireworks in the world.

Many years later, they will surely ask if the curling smoke is a monster on that planet?

Every time I go on a business trip to other places, I especially like to see the scene, which is on the winding mountain road of the towering mountains and forests, where the rain has just fallen and the gentle mist has dispersed, a thick white smoke rises from the thin flue mouth of the roof of the mountain farmhouse, which is blown by the wind, and makes a bend of nearly 9O degrees, quietly floating far away and far away. . .

That's when I smelled the smell of rice!