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My nursing leave is coming to an end, and I need someone to take care of my wife and newborn baby. Mom must come, so I have to drive to pick her up, because there is still a distance between the confinement place and my hometown. Mom's luggage hasn't been packed yet, so it's nice to see me back. I'll make tea and boil eggs for me first. Boiled eggs with a bowl of familiar sugar, I took a bite and found that the taste was wrong: "Mom, this doesn't seem to be an egg!" " Dad took it and said, "Hehe, I brought you some eggs last time, and the rest were given to Jun Jun (my nephew)." This is the duck egg I bought the other day. ""Why don't you save some for yourself? When you are old, you should also strengthen nutrition. "As soon as I said this sentence, I found that my tears were coming out, so I quickly held back. A bowl of boiled eggs with sugar brought back my memory when my mother sent eggs.
The first time was in July this year. Mother came to visit relatives in the army with her pregnant wife, carrying a big bucket of eggs. I counted/kloc-more than 0/00, which should be my mother's "savings" for half a year! I'm joking with my wife. During the war of liberation, the wounded and sick of the Red Army were treated in this way. Just eat eggs and don't need to eat other nutrients. Today, when food safety problems are rampant, earth eggs are the most honest and comprehensive nutrition. "Compendium of Materia Medica" records the efficacy of earth eggs in this way: "Those who are deficient in essence replenish qi, so egg white (protein) can clear qi; If the shape is insufficient, it will add flavor, so egg yolk (egg yolk) can replenish blood. " In addition, it can also "calm the heart, strengthen the five internal organs, stop shock and prevent miscarriage." It is perfect for pregnant women to eat eggs. On the 4th of this month (10 10/0 14), our healthy and beautiful son was born into this world. I always thought my mother's eggs contributed a lot.
The second time was when my wife was in confinement. After giving birth, my wife stayed in the hospital for three days, and then went home to have a confinement. From my hometown to this place, my parents had to take two long-distance buses, but they brought a big bucket of eggs. In order to prevent the eggs from being damaged during transportation, they put the eggs in barrels layer by layer and scattered thick rice around them, which was really painstaking. This set meal has another advantage: not only can you eat eggs, but also rice is more hygienic and nutritious than those on the market, killing two birds with one stone. Not only that, these eggs are laid by black hens, which can be said to have been considered and carefully selected. As far as I can remember, my mother has always kept four black hens. According to the average chicken lays an egg every two days, how many days does it take for this egg to accumulate 100? For such a long time, it is even more difficult to prevent eggs from going bad. They do this at all costs because they think the eggs laid by black hens are nutritious.
The history of mother raising chickens and ducks
When I was a child, I always thought that raising chickens and ducks was like feeding cats and dogs. I give them food every day, and then I can pick up the eggs and eat them. Eating eggs is very common. Now that I think about it, it's not that easy. Unfortunately, I can't remember when my mother started raising chickens and ducks. Let's leave it for later inspection!
My hometown is in the countryside. There are lush Woods in front of and behind my house, and there is a big pond in front of and behind my house. In addition, there is plenty of sunshine and rain, which is suitable for raising chickens and ducks. In my mother's time, most women in the countryside were housewives. In addition, my mother is thin and gentle, so she is not suitable for going out to work, so she stays at home, never goes to work in other places, and puts all her energy into this home. Every spring, when my father sowed rice seeds, my mother began to raise the first chickens and ducks. A few years ago, the old hen hatched, and the chicks hatched one after another. At home, there were a group of furry chicks from Huang Cancan. Because chicks die easily, it is difficult for hens to continue laying eggs after hatching. Later, mothers began to buy chickens and ducks. Passers-by merchants carried hundreds of chickens and ducks to the door with bamboo baskets. Mother picked out the strong ones and bought them. After three or four months, it becomes a big chicken and can be slaughtered. During this period, my mother was very careful, afraid that the chicken would get sick and the weasel would steal to eat. She counts them every night so as not to lose one. When the first batch of chickens and ducks grew into big chickens, she began to raise the second and third batches. Chickens usually spend the night in baskets with straw mats, which is safe and warm. And every night when they get together and make a "chirp", my mother keeps her eyes open and counts carefully. Now that I think about it, my mother really has a skill: nearly 20 chickens that look exactly the same, how can they not look at presbyopia? I seem to miss counting in my memory, because sometimes she has to count for a long time.
To say who cares more about raising chickens and ducks than my mother, I can say that I have never seen it in this world. Whether it is hot summer or cold winter, my mother will get up first, open the door of the chicken and duck pen and let out a group of swaggering guys. At this time, my mother has put the prepared food in front of them, regardless of the food residue on her hands, watching the chickens and ducks peck for a long time. She will pay attention to who eats more and who eats less, whether there are big bullies or male bullies. Fortunately, my mother came out to maintain order. Only when these young and old are strong and weak can chickens and ducks live in peace and grow up healthily, and there will be no such thing as the strong feeding the weak and starving to death.
Because my mother keeps chickens and ducks, my closest feeling at home is that every time I walk near my home and hear my mother's "chicken-raising", I know that I am at home and my mother is at home. I am very happy to find that my mother is like a general at this time, looking around with a vegetable basin in her hand, watching chickens and ducks rush out of trees and grass and cluster at her feet. Some ducks are still looking up at the basin in their hands. If it had been earlier, you would have seen the muscovy ducks waddling by, the chickens rushing forward with open wings, and the big chickens rushing forward quickly. Mother silently counted them one by one and tracked their growth and development. Mother knows the temperament of chickens and ducks very well and takes care of their tastes every time she feeds them. Sometimes she feeds whole grains, sometimes rice, sometimes bran bibimbap, and sometimes vegetables, so chickens and ducks of different sizes not only eat well, but also eat well.
Sometimes when mom is too busy cooking, she will ask our brothers to feed the chickens and ducks. At this time, we will learn from her, call them loudly, and then enjoy their eating: chickens always bow their heads, and the hairs on their necks shrug and peck one by one; The duck craned its neck and lay on the ground with a flat mouth, wolfing down. After seeing my mother's chickens and ducks, we don't like others' anymore. Because of my mother's careful care, it seems that our chickens and ducks are not only plump, but also very tame. And those chickens and ducks that are not well raised are not only ugly in color, but also grumpy and unlovable. However, we feed chickens and ducks far less attentively than our mothers. We always feed whatever she tells us to feed. Mom seems to know that any life needs care. I have seen her feed the chickens and ducks carefully and help them spit out the toxins in the food bags. According to my sister-in-law, she has seen her mother soak rice in warm water for chickens and ducks in winter. Chickens and ducks are affectionate. Mother is kind to them and knows how to repay her!
Because of raising chickens and ducks, my mother never goes out for a long time, for fear that my father will not feed them well at home and they will get sick. But there are exceptions, that is, when she was a grandmother.
My life and chickens and ducks
Does mom really like raising chickens and ducks, or is it to improve her life? I don't know. All I know is that raising chickens and ducks has occupied most of my mother's life. Sometimes when I stroll outside, my mother will suddenly think: It's time to feed the chickens and ducks, as if the chickens and ducks have never left her heart. I have read Wang's Grey Bone and Mei Lanfang's autobiography. I thought raising chickens and ducks might make my mother have fun in life, but this is not the case. Others raise pigeons for fun, and mothers raise chickens and ducks for their children. It may be cruel, but this is life. When I became a father myself, I really knew how difficult it was for parents to raise their children and give them adequate nutrition. Our family of four has never been rich since my brother was born. Before graduating from high school, my family called eating pork toothache, which means improving food, usually once a month. There is little pork, but chickens and ducks eat a lot, because my mother keeps a lot of chickens and ducks a year. Every holiday and Chinese New Year, parents will kill chickens and ducks for us to eat. Both brothers are very strong. You should be very grateful to your mother for raising chickens and ducks.
When many women in the village went to play cards, the mother worked hard to raise a group of chickens and ducks, so that there was meat to eat at home and the children were not short of nutrition. More and more, I feel that this can't be said to be what my mother likes, but it is forced by life and maternal love. When I was a child, my parents occasionally quarreled, because the income was always too small to give our brothers a better life, and my mother had a strong self-esteem. Seeing other people's children dressed well and eating well, she always wants us to live better, so quarreling is inevitable. But my father's hard work can only solve the problem of food and clothing, and he can't do any luxury, which makes my mother very upset. Raising chickens and ducks allows mothers to find their own values and ways to love their children. When the two brothers grew up, they never forgot the hardships of life in those days and walked out of the small mountain village one after another. The biggest incentive is their mother.
Every time I eat chickens and ducks, it is the happiest day for my brothers and the most grand time at home. Mother will chop the chickens and ducks into pieces and stew them in a big crock so that they can smell the fragrance from a distance. In this meal, we hardly eat anything except chickens and ducks. Whenever this time, the family happily sits around a pot of steaming chicken and duck meat, as if living a noble life, at least for this moment. Every time my mother always gives our two brothers two complete chicken legs or duck legs, I hope we have a good future. This habit continues to this day, but the chicken leg has been transferred to two daughters-in-law, and may be transferred to two grandchildren in the future. The stewed chicken and duck are tender and sweet, and the chicken soup is especially delicious. Every time we eat a big pot of rice, we always eat it clean. It was not until the life improved in recent years that a part of it was gradually left.
After so many years, how many chickens and ducks has mother raised? This is an incalculable number. Strangely, my mother never kills chickens and ducks, either because she is timid, or because this job requires strength, or maybe it is my father's "patent", but the chickens and ducks cooked by my mother are one of our favorite dishes. Speaking of which, I think of a few witticisms she accidentally said, which are as humorous as Aunt Yan Xiaoying of Zhang Ailing, and they are written here. She said: "The Chinese New Year is coming, and our chickens and ducks will suffer." "There are no delicious dishes at home, so I always have to take a few chickens and ducks out." I once told my wife that she couldn't stop laughing before she realized that her mother-in-law had such humorous wisdom. But the last sentence, I think, reflects my mother's love for raising chickens and ducks and her helplessness in life.
Chori Chori Chupke Chupke
Mom's birthday is coming. A few days ago, I remembered a photo of my mother's trip to the resident. The shooting effect was unexpectedly good, so I took it to the photo studio to print and frame it, which was a token of appreciation. Because my mother loves beauty and fashion, but her poor family has always made her mean to herself. After washing the photos, I looked at my mother clearly for the first time and found that although she was old, she was still so beautiful, with a kind smile and light movements. But from those hands with thick joints, I seem to see the chickens and ducks raised by my mother and the eggs my mother gave me. Suddenly I feel that my mother has been feeding us. When I was a child, I used the milk from my own breasts. When I grow up, I only use local chickens and eggs. Writing here, I also want to sincerely say to my mother: I wish you a happy birthday, a long and healthy life, and my son will never forget your kindness!