1972年冬,为了表现好,我决定在插队的村里过一个“革命化”的春节。腊月二十三是民间的祭灶日子。按照当地的风俗习惯,家家都要煮些肉。那天,生产队的五保户赵大妈祭过灶神,就喊我去啃肉骨头。这对几个月吃不到肉的我来说,那实在是太解馋了。我除了大啃肉骨头,还一连喝了好几碗肉汤,连肉渣子都吞了下去。大年三十,我到生产队长家吃年夜饭,第一次喝到了村民自酿的白酒。那纯粹就是喝酒精。老乡们 In the winter of 1972, in order to perform well, I decided to have a “revolutionary” Spring Festival in the village where I joined the queue. Twenty-three twelfth lunar month is the date of folk sacrificial offering stove. According to local customs, every family should cook some meat. On that day, Aunt Zhao Wu of the production team gave a sacrifice to God and called me to chew the meaty bones. It was too craving for me to eat meat for months. In addition to bite me meat bones, but also drank several bowls of broth, even the meat dregs are swallowed. New Year’s Eve, I went to the production captain dinner, the first time I drank the villagers brewed white wine. That is purely alcohol. Fellow