Escape to a Lovely Tang Market: mouse embryos, insects and 28 flavors of water...
Cute couple at the gates of Yong Xing Fang Market |
One nice thing about living in Xi’an is a simple walk can turn into a history lesson. Nowhere is this truer than when you find yourself walking along the city walls. For example, Yong Xing Fang market is about 500 yards from the East gate of the old city walls. It is a truly charming spot. Approximately a single city block, it is crammed with old-style food stalls and picnic tables, performers, kids, and every kind of food imaginable. Each stall sells a Xi’an specialty – noodles, soup, dumplings, shredded meat sandwiches, sweet nutty candy like peanut brittle -- it is all there. Built in 2015, the whole block celebrates Shaanxi’s food heritage.
Cotton Candy, like you've never seen before |
In China’s Golden Age,
Charles Benn writes about everyday life in the Tang Dynasty (Oxford UP,
2001). The Tang dynasty lasted about 300
years, from 600-900AD, and was a time of Chinese expansion. The country stretched from Inner Mongolia
(just north of us, in Xi’an) to Vietnam, and from the Pacific Ocean to
Tibet. The dynasty had a large
aristocracy that ate well, even when food was scarce. One of the main reasons this was possible was
because trade from the Silk Road brought money, spices, new culinary experiences,
and new ways to serve and preserve food. Merchants, peasants, farmers, and
poets all were a vital part to this thriving empire.
Beautiful Candy made out of sugar |
Spinning the candy |
Dragon Candy |
Candy makers |
Welcome year of the rat! |
Not surprisingly, food was a common poetry topic. One, by Li Shen --“Toiling Farmers” -- is commonly recited to remind kids not to waste food:
Toiling Farmers
Farmers weeding at noon,
Sweat drips on the soil.
Who knows that every grain in the bowl
Sweat drips on the soil.
Who knows that every grain in the bowl
Is the fruit of so much pain and toil?
锄禾日当午,
(Chú hé rì dāng wǔ,)
汗滴禾下土。
(hàn dī hé xià tǔ.)
谁知盘中餐,
(Sheí zhī pán zhōng cān,)
粒粒皆辛苦。
In the market, this waste is a real concern. When Dave and I visited with friends, every time we stopped to admire a particular breed of green or purple noodle, rice cake or twisted bread, the friend would buy us a bag of the admired food. By the end, both Dave and I were trying not to look at anything. The food was so cheap, and smelled so good, it was far too easy to walk away with too many bags of food, the fruits of other’s toil…粒粒皆辛苦。
A tradition: Drink a glass of wine from a bowl, Throw away your troubles by breaking it in a pile by the wall |
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Murals at the market |
Sylvia, one of my Monday afternoon writing students, wrote of the rich history of Xi’an in a lovely meditation on the walls. Interestingly she started, looking for the Yong Xing Fang market, but instead falls in love the walls, themselves.
Here is her beautiful description paper that
I think nicely captures the way you feel in Xi’an:
“It is at least 8 months since my first visit to Xi’an City Wall. It was a rainy day. Getting off the bus at
Zhong Shan Men station, I was intended to visit the Yong Xing Fang, a food
street constructed on the ruins of Tang dynasty., however, I was attracted by
the ancient and simple city wall nearby.
It is truly a tranquil place which is so unique in the urban city,
especially in contrast with the noisy and crowded Yong Xing Fang.”
Xi’an city wall was rebuilt in Ming dynasty and on the site of the
Tang dynasty’s city wall. While other cities have dismantled their city walls
because of industrialization and urbanization. Xi’an City Wall was completely
preserved and enjoys great fame across our country.
On the whole, the
city wall is made of black and large stones. Some stones are carved with
ancient characters, some look damaged and some are newly repaired. It’s about
12 to 14 meters wide and approximately 12 meters high. The total length
measures 13.74 kilometers long.
While walking on the
city wall, I could smell the fresh air mixed with earth and I could see some
couples talking in low tones, some aged people jogging slowly as if they are
recalling their youth and the old city, and some adolescents cycling on the
wall. If you look down, you will be amazed at the wild grass and flowers. How
could they grow up through the cracks of the stones! As I walking along the
wall, I put my hands on the cold and tough walls and a strange feeling hit me.
At that time, I thought I went into the Qing dynasty as if I witnessed first-hand
the soldiers fighting aggressively to protect their people and their freedom,
as if I witnessed the ancient people’s happiness and sadness. Around a thousand
had passed, and almost everything had changed totally. However, the city wall
still stands there firmly and straightly like a loyal and brave soldier who is
lining up for his breath of honor and responsibility.
In my viewpoint, this may be the significance of the relics. They
are neither beautiful nor useful. However, they carry the history and memory
and the virtues of a nation. And most
importantly, it is a perfect place for us to self-examine if we are too hurry
and if we still remember our original intention in such a fast-changing
society.
Whether seeking a noxious
cure for baldness, stuffed mouse embryo or just a quiet escape on the Xi’an
walls – all is possible in my adopted city.
I loved ready that piece. It touched all my senses and I could imagine being there. So happy you and David are having such an amazing experience.
ReplyDeleteThanks! We are really enjoying it!
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