I was born in the 1960s. Although I have not experienced the "three-year difficult period", I still have enough to eat. From the beginning of memory, there is only one good memory of my hometown: hungry! I thought I didn't have many dreams at that time, just looking forward to eating rice and white steamed bread at will one day.

The dream is full, but the reality is dried sweet potatoes. At that time, in order to arrange monthly rations in a planned way and avoid "three meals with food and no sleep", my family had a "rice measuring tube" made of a piece of bamboo. Under the control of "stingy" mother, relying on this "meter tube", my family's rations can basically be uninterrupted. Of course, we should also look at sweet potatoes, potatoes, pumpkins and wild vegetables.

As far as I can remember, every time my mother measured rice for cooking, she always filled the rice measuring tube with rice first, and then scraped it flat with her index finger. In this way, you can "deduct" some from each barrel of rice and put it back in the rice jar for a rainy day.

Although the family is average, there are times when it is not flat. First, the neighbor came to borrow rice, but the mother didn't scrape it flat; Second, when giving alms to monks and nuns, the mother does not scrape; Third, when we take food to school and board in the school cafeteria, mom doesn't scrape it flat. At that time, rural junior high school and senior high school students were carrying rice and firewood to school, and one kilogram of rice was matched with three kilograms of dry firewood. When my second brother went to high school and my third brother went to junior high school, I was still in primary school, remember?

Every Sunday afternoon, my mother measured 7 barrels of rice from the rice jar and put them in the rice bag special for my brother to go to school, while my father used 7 kilograms of rice to match firewood. Mom always tells dad to weigh 2 Jin. I don't know why. I didn't know the answer to this mystery until I went to junior high school. In the first week of junior high school, my mother wrapped me 7 measuring cylinders of rice. When handing in rice at school, the steward weighed it and gave me a meal ticket of 7 kg and 3 liang. Only then did I know why my mother didn't plane the rice and let my father match two catties of firewood. Now I think of my parents, they really are: deeply in love! I still remember this "signature move" of my mother!

At that time, "eating" made people worry. I remember 1970, I just went to primary school and my second brother went to junior high school. My sister is ill and is being treated in the intensive care unit in the town. My parents take care of my sister in the hospital, and my second brother takes time off to take care of me and my third brother at home. One morning, I tried to fish out more rice from the reflective white rice porridge, and my second brother found me. His brother knocked me on the head three times, and I quickly put down the rice spoon. I shed tears in an instant. Now that I think about it, it is "in any case, eating too much is not beautiful; No matter how good things are, you can't drool.

Time flies, and the change seems to be casual. I can't remember when the meter tube was laid off. Nowadays, people have changed from expecting to "eat well" to "eat well"; "Metering cylinder" has also been replaced by "measuring cup"; Diet pays attention to the combination of meat and vegetables; Big fish and big meat don't eat so much; You don't have to spoon cooking oil. Sweet potatoes, corn, sorghum, buckwheat and potatoes, which were hated in those days, have now become healthy foods. My five-year-old granddaughter, born and raised in Europe, is very picky about food in the video: if she doesn't eat, she will get fat if she eats too much.

Think about the bitter days in the past and look at life since the reform and opening up. Happiness index goes up, eat and wear warm clothes, have fun? I have to say that I am worried about lowering blood sugar, blood fat and blood pressure! ! !