After returning to the capital, I have traveled through the beautiful mountains and rivers again for more than two months, just like reading classics, which are timeless.

Winter is coming, and I rest for half a month, and my restless heart is ready to move. I suddenly remembered that there is still a large area of ​​land that I missed?

Three eastern provinces!

Chenyang, the capital of Liaoning Province, the birthplace of Qing Dynasty culture, the eldest son of the Republic, and the first capital of heavy industry.

When it comes to this place, people always talk about its heavy industry history, its stagnant economic development status, and even pessimistic voices suggest that today's place is just a city where heavy industry barbecue and light industry are shouting.

The first stop is the Forbidden City, also known as Shengjing Imperial Palace, which was the imperial palace in the early Qing Dynasty. It is nearly 400 years old and was built in the tenth year of Tianming in the Later Jin Dynasty. After the Qing Dynasty moved the capital to the pass, Shengjing Imperial Palace became the palace of the accompanying capital. With its lofty status as the palace of the founding emperor Longxing, it was highly valued by the emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

During the decades of Qianlong's reign, the royal treasures from the capital were continuously transported here to store them to show that they did not forget the root of the matter, making it one of the three major royal relics treasures of the Qing Dynasty that were as famous as the palace gardens and the Rehe Palace at that time.

I have been to the capital and seen Taipei. Today I have passed the threshold of the Qing Gate and was a little dazed in an instant. The Forbidden City in the capital seems to witness the entire process of the feudal dynasty from prosperity to decline, but here I only witness the rise of the dynasty. The war of changing dynasties, the mighty emperor, and the unprecedented territory, as if the war of the ancestors of the Manchus and the iron horses sounded in my ears.

It is not as magnificent as imagined, nor has it a huge area. It is quietly hidden among modern buildings, not outstanding or ostentatious, and carries that special history alone.

The decorations in the houses here are more humane than the Forbidden City in the capital and the roughness and heroism of the Manchus seizing the world on the back of the horses. From the details, we can understand the history of the Qing Dynasty and the origin of the Manchus. After all, this place existed two hundred years before the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

It feels average. It was already noon when I went out and went straight to the famous Lao Siji Noodle Restaurant. The so-called flavor of the Yuanjian is mainly due to the human fireworks contained in the human food. I heard that the noodle restaurant has opened many branches. Regardless of men, women, young and old, as long as Lao Siji comes in, he will first serve a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup.

Dispel the cold air, and mix the noodles with coriander, chili, pickled cabbage, and aged vinegar. If you mix it, you don’t have to rush to eat it. Take a few sips of this rich and flavorful old chicken soup first, and the taste will be filled with fragrance when you enter the mouth, which will penetrate the taste buds and touch the mind deeply. It’s so irresistible that you can’t stop.

The taste is sometimes the most indescribable feeling. It seems that it is born with a medium that carries a certain emotion. The same is true for a bowl of noodles, including many regional feelings, such as Lanzhou beef ramen, chóngqìng's two liang noodles, Shaanxi's biángbiáng's noodles, Shanxi's knife-cut noodles...

What everyone eats does not seem to be noodles, but feelings.

Familiarity rooted in the bone marrow and familiarity with blood. The so-called northerners like pasta, while Northeasters especially love noodles. The survival dependence of human civilization is fundamentally the fertile land with fertile soil, and the unique black soil gives human survival the foundation and foundation.

There was once a question on Zhihu: What kind of city is Chenyang?

One of the high-vote answers is this: it is a city with the largest consumption of chicken racks.

The more Chaoshan people love porridge, the more Wuhan people love hot dry noodles, the more Chenyang people love chicken racks. Wearing gloves, opening your hands, separating, breaking, and biting, eating a chicken rack is like a difficulty mode at least not an easy game, a competition between people and food.

Men, women, young and old all hold an old chicken stand, drinking old snowflake beer, and have a heroic spirit of a big bowl of meat and drinking wine. They shout for a while, forgetting to live in a peaceful life, as if they are in a happy world.

I was idle in the afternoon and went to the Grand Marshal's Mansion. Thinking about the spirit of the Northeast Army in modern history, whether it was Zhang Zuolin, a hero of a generation, or Zhang Xueliang, a loyal minister of the ages, he could find a considerable figure here.

The mansion has a courtyard with carved beams and painted buildings, a Shuaifu Garden with water pavilions and pavilions, a magnificent brothel, a European-style border bank, a Shuaifu office, a Red Building group, a small and elegant brothel that combines Chinese and Western styles, and Zhao Yidi's former residence, which are arranged in an orderly manner and complement each other.

We can't help but sigh at the love and hatred of a hundred generations, the thousand-year-old culture, the Forbidden City and the Grand Marshal's Mansion silently, as if history constantly reminds us to cherish everything we have now. From the prosperity of the Manchu culture to the brief rise and fall of the Grand Marshal's Mansion, we understand that only culture is the eternal theme, and unchanging stories will stage tomorrow's legend.

In every lonely afternoon you are, every morning you are sleepless, and on every familiar night, what happens to you may not just happen to yourself.

Because everyone is not the only one in the universe.

I came to the old yard for dinner. The store was decorated with unique style. There were old items on the kang, and there were humorous paintings that were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people on the wall. As soon as I entered the door, the waiter wearing floral cloth sounded in my ears: Come on, brother!

When I saw the legendary old-fashioned barbecue, the charcoal stove used to be made of mud, and a cross-patterned barbed wire was directly placed on the charcoal. A complete barbecue stove was built to form a very recognizable appearance of the old-fashioned barbecue. If the meat with more grease is roasted, the grilled oil will instantly cause an open fire when it drops onto the charcoal, and a hot air will immediately hit you, which is spectacular.

An extremely important factor is the dipping sauce for barbecue with sesame paste and white sugar. It should be said that in the minds of most northerners, sesame paste should be a salty seasoning, but the locals are extremely creative and roughly combining it with white sugar to become a dipping sauce for barbecue.

Pick a piece of meat that was burnt on the outside and flexible inside, and dip it in enough sesame paste and white sugar, stuff it into your mouth in one bite. The mellow and sweet coat wrapped the scorched meat. The sweet taste is unforgettable in one bite.

Surprised to find that there is something called a qq chicken rack?

After a bite, I found that there was a lot of stuff here. The chicken stand before frying was covered with secret seasonings. The first thing that was most prominent in my mouth was the sweetness, and then the sauce flavor mixed with various spices. Although the taste was heavy, it was well matched. You could tell that there was actually ingredients in one bite.

It must be accompanied by old snowflakes, known as the slap of a donkey, "a bottle of two bottles of ordinary beer. I heard that there are always people who are unwilling to believe the magic of this blown out and swear to challenge ten or eight bottles. As a result, when talking about the last bite of the fourth or fifth bottle of the mountain, they fell down the table without any warning.

There is only one feeling: the amount is large and the amount is full.

After eating and drinking, I stroll along the Central Street, which is known as the No. 1 street in the Northeast. It was built in the 31st year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty. Because it was close to the state yamen, it was generally a lawsuit. The people who reported the report rested, so it was all hotels, restaurants, teahouses, and hotels.

To this day, a street is still dominated by the catering industry. There are more than 40 shops in the street that operate famous snacks, teahouses, restaurants, etc. Exit the north of the street, and there are couplets written by the former middle school officials and famous calligrapher Bao Rukai, reflecting the prosperity of the street back then.bdshare();
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