novelaction Chapter 229 A Small Village in Changbai Mountain
Chapter 229 A Small Village in Changbai Mountain
Since Dajin didn't say anything, Jianghe didn't ask.
As people from Northeast China say, since we're here now, having taken several days' train ride, not to mention the last half-day bus ride, no matter whether this thing will succeed in the end, we have to go to Lao Jin's house for a visit.
Otherwise, it would be too unbecoming of a junior.
No, Sun Mancang and I are sworn brothers who have sworn brotherhood by beheading chickens and burning yellow paper. In front of Lao Jin, we are also peers.
Even Da Jin had to politely call him Uncle Jiang.
As for his son who is older than him, he has to call him Master Jiang.
People in Northeast China recognize this kind of sworn brotherhood between opposite sexes.
Maybe the situation in Liaoning Province will be worse.
Because Liao Province was developed early. There was a formal capital of the Liao Dynasty thousands of years ago. It was a powerful contender for the orthodoxy of Central Plains culture. It was deeply developed in the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.
Moreover, some cities, when you put them in today's language, don't sound like they belong in the Northeast, as if they lack some of the Northeastern flavor.
For example, Dalian!
Many people who don’t know much about the Northeast think that this city is from a developed coastal province. Then they take a closer look and realize that it is from Liaoning Province in the Northeast, and the second largest city in Liaoning Province.
The carriage made a clattering sound as it ran on the bumpy mountain road.
Even though it is a mountain road, it is not as difficult to walk on as imagined. At least it is passable.
The mountain roads in the Northeast mountainous areas are not the same as the mountain roads in the eyes of southerners. At least there are no such weird winding mountain roads.
The mountain roads in southern Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Hubei are really winding. From a distance, you can see a winding mountain road that twists and turns like a long snake, winding up the mountain.
You don't even have to climb, just looking at it makes you feel desperate.
People from Northeast China will only think that the people in this place are animals. They can actually build the road like this. They are so stupid.
This is definitely the most amazing and praiseful words used by people from Northeast China.
From time to time, Da Jin would stuff the whip into Jiang He's arms, get off the carriage, dive into the grass by the roadside, and come out with a pheasant, a rabbit, or something else.
Most of them are still alive. This was the trap he set when he came here, and it's a good opportunity to take a look when he goes back.
Jiang He looked at me with such disgust, I will eat you in Daxinganling, and I will eat you again in Changbai Mountain!
Da Jin seemed to notice Jiang He's annoyance and couldn't help laughing: "After my dad sent the telegram, he looked at the pigs in our pigpen every day. He almost scared them to death."
"Thank you for the money, thank you for the money. Why kill the pig?" Jiang He said politely with a smile.
The carriage crossed over who knows how many mountains and continued driving until it was almost dark. Finally, they saw a river as big as a jade belt. On the bank of the river, leaning against the mountain, there was a village with smoke rising from it.
Many people were walking home from the fields, carrying hoes and other farm tools.
On the other side of the river, the North Korean people were also working, but they were all using tractors, and several of them had tank chassis.
People in later generations always talk about how great North Korea is, but in this era, North Korea is doing very well compared to the rest of the world.
After all, it has two big countries to support it and is on the front line of confrontation with the West, so it can really get whatever it wants.
They asked for a textile factory, so they dismantled the existing factory in China, transported it over intact and reassembled it, and yet they are still complaining about it.
Two huge countries are supporting such a tiny country, but they had already achieved agricultural modernization in the 1970s, almost universal urbanization, free education, free medical care, etc.
But we are still at the stage of shouting slogans about the four modernizations and striving for the future.
The Dajin people are originally Koreans. When talking about the other side of the strait, their attitude is very indifferent. There is nothing to envy. The Celestial Empire has its own demeanor.
When the carriage entered the village, Lao Jin was waiting at the entrance. He hurried to greet them, but was a little disappointed when he saw that Sun Mancang was not there.
But he still held Jiang He's hand tightly: "Brother, I think you should be here by now. Come on, the pig has been killed and the sauerkraut is stewed.
Try the rice cakes I made, and the rice sausage and kimchi made by your sister-in-law!"
Lao Jin warmly welcomed them into the village and stopped at the edge of the village.
Although Lao Jin's house is also a mud house, it is big and has a big yard. Just standing outside and looking inside, you can tell that this family lives a pretty good life.
Heat was rising in the yard, and with it wafted the fishy smell of pig-slaughtering dishes and the burnt smell of hair.
An old lady, two other women and two young wives were busy cooking.
Moreover, they were wearing colorful traditional Korean costumes, which showed that they attached great importance to their guests.
The old lady looked skinny, and the two middle-aged women had faces like full moons, the standard plump faces of Korean women.
On the other hand, the two young wives, even in this era when cosmetics were scarce, still showed traces of makeup on them. They looked fresh and seemed to know how to dress themselves up.
There are Lao Jin, Da Jin, Er Jin and three Xiao Jin. Two of the three Xiao Jin are married. The youngest is only seventeen years old and has not yet married. He exudes a strong energy.
Lao Jin put a new large round table top on the table, which was newly made in preparation for their arrival.
The old lady led her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law to serve dishes to the table, each one more diligent than the other.
Korean men like Lao Jin would sit at the table and ask for this and that, or even add another dish, making the women run around in circles.
The machismo of Korean men and the hardworking and obedient nature of Korean women are something that no man can help but envy.
There is nothing to say about the pig-killing dish. In one word, it is delicious.
Jiang He and his family have plenty of food on a daily basis, so they get sick of eating too much pig-killing food.
At this time, the bright red pickles taste fresh.
Ferns, monkey legs, cat's paws, Eleutherococcus, prickly ash sprouts, sweet potato stems, seasonal young onions, etc., any vegetable, even dried vegetables, can be used to pickle kimchi.
Moreover, the pickles made by Mrs. Jin taste so fresh and refreshing.
Lao Jin was so proud to see them showing off so much. It was a pity that it was the wrong season, otherwise the kimchi and radish would be the authentic Korean kimchi.
The food in Changbai Mountain is almost the same as that in Daxinganling, so there is nothing to get used to.
While they were drinking, Xiao Jin, who was not married yet, came over with a dual-cassette recorder. He put the tape in and pressed a button, and suddenly Arirang in Korean came out.
A group of men burst into song.
Mrs. Jin led her daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law to dance happily. Mrs. Jin and the others also stood up and danced with them.
It is said that ethnic minorities are good at singing and dancing, which is absolutely true. Even Mrs. Jin, who is over 70 years old, skinny and a little hunched, dances Korean dance with tenderness and graceful posture.
No wonder Silla maids were so famous in ancient times.
Damn it, it's a little late for you to be reborn. If you had traveled back to the time before the Qing Dynasty, you could have fought tooth and nail to become a prince, a general or a minister, and you would have a house full of Silla maids, and they would play music and dance with you.
Jiang He and the others sat there, clapping their hands foolishly and staring at them singing and dancing.
When the old lady sang Arirang, there was a unique sense of age in her voice.
Jiang He subconsciously felt around and almost took out some money to offer a reward.
Fortunately, he hadn't drunk that much. If he really wanted to take out the money, I guess Lao Jin would have beaten him to a pulp.
Suddenly, the old lady reached out and grabbed Jiang He, pulling him up to dance.
Dajin's wife also pulled up Cheng Feiyu and Shen Wanqing, and Xiaojin's two young wives went to pull Chunyu.
The Han people are nothing when it comes to singing and dancing. Even if they can sing and dance, they don’t have such a strong desire to perform.
Jiang He and Cheng Feiyu twisted their bodies along with each other, their hands and feet moving in unison, looking so stiff.
Shen Wanqing is multi-talented. She can dance folk dance and she can even do the splits.
Jiang He’s eyes widened immediately. Damn, you’ve never used this trick on me before. Are you hiding something?
When the spring rain twists and turns, it looks like a big black blind man, clumsy and stupid.
The two young wives giggled and twisted their bodies with their backs to her. Their gorgeous ethnic costumes fluttered in the wind as they danced. Hiss, so white, so white.
Chunyu paused, and his whole body exuded a strange emotion, his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he had suddenly realized something.
Chunyu's body began to twist rhythmically, making roaring and laughing sounds from time to time.
Ah, Chunyu is not Han Chinese, she is from the Oroqen ethnic group.
She seemed to have awakened some extraordinary national talent...