The fireplace is so warm.

In the cold winter, there is warmth where there is fire. With a fire, people of all ages gathered around, and parents gathered around the fire to plan the future. No, many relatives moved from the mountains to the community and bought commercial houses in the community. There was no fireplace, so they bought ribs and sausages and put them in our house to smoke bacon! See if it's tempting.

Do knowledgeable people want to burn sausages? Haha, go and pull a cabbage leaf to wrap the sausage and put it in the urn in the oil core ash ~ The brains of the students who have eaten are delicious, and it is estimated that their mouths are watering ~ In fact, this fireplace burns red hearts and potatoes, which is quite delicious. In a short time, more than a dozen rough potatoes just bought in the urn in the oil core ash were eaten up.

Now the fireplace is a luxury for our family, because it needs firewood and trees to keep warm. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the first batch of immigrants in Qingjiang reservoir area have lost firewood since they immigrated to this place. In the early years, some units went to work, and they could also pick up waste products from the factory to produce plates and go home to burn firewood. Because it is limited, it is economical. I still remember when I first married into their house, he argued that his mother was not economical in burning firewood. After being laid off and unemployed, I made a living in a small town and always thought that there was no firewood at home. It happened that the town was developing that year, and it was necessary to build a characteristic ancient town by splitting mountains. I dug a lot of tree bags, and no one wanted them. When we got home, we picked up many tree bags and towed a car. Everything that is burned now was picked up at that time. It seems to have been six or seven years. They are also economical enough. Maybe they can't carry such a big bag upstairs to keep warm. The old man is old.

I bought some trotters a few years ago and smoked them at home. It stinks later. I don't know if it's because all the pig's trotters sold in the market are filled with water, or because the old people don't want to burn firewood at home. My mother-in-law says it's pork, and the water is always smoked ~ so it's a luxury to eat authentic farm trotters now! The process of urbanization is too fast, and those of us who have been running around for a living have no vision and strength. It is impossible for every rural person to go to work in the city and become a city dweller.

Who is not the only one who likes to burn sausages and eat bacon? Otherwise, they would have gone to town, looking for a place to smoke bacon sausages. Looking back on these years, great changes have taken place around us. Not only did we immigrate, but also moved to the suburbs. Those relatives and children who didn't immigrate on the mountain also came to buy a house and moved down after working outside to earn money. Because the children have to study, the primary schools in their hometown and village have all been withdrawn. After some schools were abandoned, the villagers picked them up and turned them into pig farms. This is the way to get rich in response to the family planning slogan: "Have fewer children and raise more pigs"!

This year, African swine fever has caused a lot of uproar. I don't know where the epidemic virus has gone, so that express delivery is not allowed to send pork. Pity those who are struggling to eat bacon, so we have to grab train tickets now and look forward to going home for the New Year! Last night, my nephew was still talking about going to Huangbai Mountain on the high mountain to get some authentic bacon to go home for the New Year. Really, we Tujia people like that. Yes, where is nostalgia? Homesickness is in the fire pit of my hometown, and bacon keeps smoking! In the past, in my hometown, every household had private hills and firewood, which were cut down every year. In winter, in addition to chopping wood, we cook bacon in the fire pit and go up the mountain to catch up with the game (hunting). Now my hometown has almost become an empty mountain, and there are no people on a hill. Nowadays, all the children have grown up in the city, which is very coquettish. Not to mention catching rabbits and wild boars, it is exhausting to have a military training, and the physical quality is not as good as that of the tough predecessors who used to go up and down the slope. Preserved the green mountains and green waters of my hometown. In the high-rise buildings or low dark alleys of the city, there are restless, wily or wandering ethereal spirits ~ but fortunately, political parties are powerful stocks that will have sex after all. It is not certain that one day, the barren hills in your hometown will become the holiday manor of a tycoon.

Off topic, it seems that the fireplace is so warm ~ warm ~ Madami ~ I'm so warm ~ Madami ~ It's unfortunate to think of those ethnic uncles who ran away from marriage. The children born to sisters and runaway men should be raised by uncles ~ it's really uncles ~ haha ~ I feel that after all, society has progressed and life is very happy!