Back to Guangzhou for a few days.
Earthquakes are going on, more and more people are confirmed dead.
My boss, a documentary film maker, has rushed to Chengdu on 15th, hope he would be ok...hope everyone would be safe...
No Karaok, no music, no entertainment from 19th to 21th, because these 3 days are set as "National Tributes Day(?)", we are lucky enough that our "Happy Stacking " is held one day before...

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美好的一天,阳光还是很灿烂,空气还是很清新~~希望持续到周六!
下午6点半,我从南岭的员工食堂偷了一碗他们吃剩的土豆丝,然后抱着这碗土豆丝,和老大去找星海谈如何让Happy Stacking不至于在地震灾后显得太不合时宜;最后决定在海报和老大的公众发言的时候,点到为止地提两句。
聊到七七八八的时候突然警醒7点半是意大利粉的筹备时间,于是从办公室往林舍赶。

橘子吧一派热火朝天。
首先要说明,橘子吧绝对是有高人指点过的,完全具备欧式厨房应有尽有的一切物料~~甚至更多!
农庄送来的“有机蔬菜”,洗洗,扔进一个大钵;用意大利葡萄醋勾兑了橄榄油做调料,这就是一份简单的沙拉。——也只有南岭的蔬菜,才能吃得这么放心。
Laura做了素淡的意粉,Bryne做了我最爱的肉酱意粉;按星海的说法,吃前者是在天堂,吃后者是在人间……
肉酱意粉,用橄榄油加蒜蓉,将两色洋葱慢火煨透,再加入熏肉,细细炒过,再将煮透的意粉放进来炒过,起锅。

菜打6分,然而环境可以再加6分:
是夜,林舍楼前庭院,排开一字长台,众人围坐,刀叉锵锵,谈笑风生;有习习凉风,远近虫鸣;半圆明月在天,星辰若隐若现;孩子手中,挣扎着过目不忘的萤火。

今天是倒计时第二天,众人手头的工作都要完结,明天就要进行最后的演练了。

又:Maria说,想要拍冯家菜馆杀鸡的镜头。星海和我都很奇怪:这么血腥,你也要拍?
答曰:在我们打不裂腚,我们和食物所有的联系都发生在超市;很多食物的包装上都会有一个标签:航行多少英里而来。像冯家菜馆,从庭院捉鸡,直接杀鸡入厨吃肉,最后剩下一地鸡毛,那是非常amazing滴~~
有趣,工业化时代,人的旅行,理论的旅行,食物的旅行。

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坐在橙屋三楼的阅览室上网,日本的故友发来邮件问安,本来,大地震的事件,一直令我觉得遥远,但这封邮件却促使我去搜索了相关的地震信息,看着满目疮痍,不禁颤栗。
人在成都、家在都江堰的好友,短信发来浅浅一句:死的数以千计,跟废墟差不多。——灾难已经超乎想象,以至我们已经找不到适合的词汇来表达了。

这里的草垛还在继续,而且是“欢乐的”;星海翻译成“叠罗汉”,哈哈,这个太具象了,Stacking这个词汇本身所具有的丰富内涵,使我们一直很难找到合适的中文词汇来对应,所以我们偷懒,和子弟学校的美术老师张老师讨论海报的时候,直接把“Happy Stacking”翻译成了“快乐周末”,Alistair委屈求全地认可了,忍不住汗……

早上是Maria做的早餐培训,做薄薄的煎饼;培训完了,顺带也就完成了早餐;晚上是金童玉女Bryne夫妇一起进行意大利粉的厨艺培训,顺便也就可以带过我们的晚餐~~~今天以吃饭开始,再以吃饭结束,而且以厨艺培训为名。这次项目所来,本是为了社区发展,但是为橙屋酒店做适当的西餐入门培训,我觉得也是很有价值。(我们家大人听说我在这里学做早餐,很开心地说:放你来这里劳动改造,果然放对了……)

刚才跟Alistair以及Bryne一起去王姓的木匠师傅那里扛回(当然主要是他们扛)Bryne设计的货架,整体是原木色,顶棚确是非常喜庆的大红,配上他做的五月柱(Maypole)上,五颜六色随风飘飞的彩带,放在我们所住林舍隔壁的空台,非常有喜气。——相关的图片,大概会很快传上来,设备不便的我,就不再周折了。

灾难与欢乐在不同的时空继续。

上周见到几个吃长斋的阿婆,深信是她们的礼佛茹素护持了南岭这个地方,罗姓阿婆屋门外,水泥排水沟的罅隙处,悠悠然天然生出一树月季,深红素粉的花朵怒放朱颜,从屋檐下到水沟,落红一地。

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Haha, Adam remembers the story of butterflie ^_^
Have to apologize to Laura, I must have kept her wait for one hour this morning...Xinghai arranged a meeting with the head of school, so we went to talk about our whole plan related to the school, together with Alistair, Maria and Xinghai; Sometimes I hope I was the monkey King, who can have 3 heads and 6 arms...haha

And Maria, because I can't connect you for the time being, it would be great if you can read this blog in time because Xinghai told me that one of his friends would come tomorrow, hope you can give him the cooking stuff list to him this afternoon, so he can ask his friend to purchase and bring here then.
And looking forward to the breakfast cooked by you tomorrow morning, I would like to get up early to help~~

Vincent is coming soon, he can share some of my work for a short time, so happy~

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Nanling Community is called "wuzhishan" by local people,which means "Five-finger-mountain".
Well there is a famous story about "wuzhishan" in Western Parade, one excellent classic novel in china; but Nanling Wuzhishan mustn't the mentioned Wuzhishan in tale...

Anyway here I tell you the whole story(maybe a little too long):

“Why has the Jade Emperor troubled you two sages to come here?” asked the Buddha.

“A monkey,” they reported, “who was born on the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, has used his magic powers to unite all the monkeys and throw the world into confusion. The Jade Emperor sent down an edict of amnesty and appointed him Protector of the Horses, but this was not good enough for him, so he left Heaven again. When heavenly King Li and Prince Nezha were unsuccessful in their attempt to capture him the Jade Emperor sent down another amnesty with his appointment as a 'Great Sage Equaling Heaven'. At first this appointment was purely nominal, but later he was told to look after the Peach Orchard. But he stole the peaches and then went to the Jade Pool where he stole the delicacies and the liquor and wrecked the banquet. In his drunkenness he staggered into the Tushita Palace, stole Lord Lao Zi's pills of immortality, and left Heaven again. The Jade Emperor sent a hundred thousand heavenly troops, but they were still unable to subdue him. Then Guanyin recommended the True Lord Erlang and his sworn brothers to go after the monkey, and he used many a transformation until he was finally able to capture the monkey after the Lord Lao Zi hit him with his Diamond Jade. The monkey was then taken to the imperial presence, and the order for his execution was given. But although he was hacked at with sabres, chopped at with axes, burned with fire, and struck with thunder, none of this did him any damage; so Lord Lao Zi requested permission to take him away and refine him with fire. But when the cauldron was opened after forty-nine days he jumped out of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, routed the heavenly troops, and went straight to the Hall of Universal Brightness in front of the Hall of Miraculous Mist. Here he has been stopped and engaged in fierce combat by the Kingly Spirit Officer, the lieutenant of the Helpful Sage and True Lord Erlang, thunder generals have been sent there to encircle him; but no one has been able to get close to him. In this crisis the Jade Emperor makes a special appeal to you, the Tathagata, to save his throne.”

On hearing this the Tathagata said to the assembled Bodhisattvas, “You stay here quietly in this dharma hall and behave yourselves in your seats of meditation while I go to deal with the demon and save the throne.”

Telling the Venerable Ananda and the Venerable Kasyapa to accompany him, the Tathagata left the Thunder Monastery and went straight to the gate of the Hall of Miraculous Mist, where his ears were shaken by the sound of shouting as the thirty-six thunder generals surrounded the Great Sage. The Buddha issued a decree that ran: “Tell the thunder generals to stop fighting, open up their camp, and call on that Great Sage to come out, so that I may ask him what divine powers he has.”

The generals then withdrew, whereupon the Great Sage put away his magic appearance and came forward in his own body. He was in a raging temper as he asked, “Where are you from? You are a good man. You've got nerve, stopping the fighting and questioning me!”

“I am the Venerable Sakyamuni from the Western Land of Perfect Bliss,” replied the Buddha with a smile. “I have heard of your wild and boorish behavior, and of your repeated rebellions against Heaven, and I would like to know where you were born, when you found the Way, and why you have been so ferocious.”

“I am,” the Great Sage said,

“A miracle-working Immortal born of Heaven and Earth,

An old ape from the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit.

My home is in the Water Curtain Cave,

I sought friends and teachers, and became aware of the Great Mystery.

“I have practiced many a method for obtaining eternal life,

Infinite are the transformations I have learned.

That is why I found the mortal world too cramped,

And decided to live in the Jade Heaven.

“None can reign forever in the Hall of Miraculous Mist;

Kings throughout history have had to pass on their power.

The strong should be honoured—he should give way to me:

This is the only reason I wage my heroic fight.”

The Buddha laughed mockingly.

“You wretch! You are only a monkey spirit and you have the effrontery to want to grab the throne of the Jade Emperor. He has trained himself since childhood, and suffered hardship for one thousand, seven hundred and fifty kalpas. Each kalpa is 129,600 years, so you can work out for yourself how long it has taken him to be able to enjoy this great and infinite Way. But you are a beast who has only just become a man for the first time. How dare you talk so big? You're not human, not even human! I'll shorten your life-span. Accept my teaching at once and stop talking such nonsense! Otherwise you'll be in for trouble and your life will very shortly be over; and that will be so much the worse for your original form too.”

“Although he has trained himself for a long time, ever since he was a child, he still has no right to occupy this place for ever,” the Great Sage said. “As the saying goes, 'Emperors are made by turn; next year it may be me.' If he can be persuaded to move out and make Heaven over to me, that'll be fine. But if he doesn't abdicate in my favour I'll most certainly make things hot for him, and he'll never know peace and quiet again.”

“What have you got, besides immortality and the ability to transform yourself, that gives you the nerve to try to seize the Heavenly Palace?” the Buddha asked.

“I can do many tricks indeed,” the Great Sage replied. “I can perform seventy-two transformations, and I can preserve my youth for ten thousand kalpas. I can ride a somersault cloud that takes me thirty-six thousand miles at a single jump. So why shouldn't I sit on the throne of Heaven?”

“I'll have a wager with you then,” said the Buddha. “If you're clever enough to get out of my right hand with a single somersault, you will be the winner, and there will be no more need for weapons or fighting: I shall invite the Jade Emperor to come and live in the West and abdicate the Heavenly Palace to you. But if you can't get out of the palm of my hand you will have to go down to the world below as a devil and train yourself for several more kalpas before coming to argue about it again.”

When he heard this offer the Great Sage smiled to himself and thought, “This Buddha is a complete idiot. I can cover thirty-six thousand miles with a somersault, so how could I fail to jump out of the palm of his hand, which is less than a foot across?”

With this in his mind he asked eagerly, “Do you guarantee that yourself?”

“Yes, yes,” the Buddha replied, and he stretched out his right hand, which seemed to be about the size of a lotus leaf. Putting away his As-You-Will cudgel, the Great Sage summoned up all his divine powers, jumped into the palm of the Buddha's hand, and said, “I'm off.” Watch him as he goes like a streak of light and disappears completely. The Buddha, who was watching him with his wise eyes, saw the Monkey King whirling forward like a windmill and not stopping until he saw five flesh-pink pillars topped by dark vapours.

“This is the end of the road,” he said, “so now I'll go back. The Buddha will be witness, and the Hall of Miraculous Mist will be mine.” Then he thought again, “Wait a moment. I'll leave my mark here to prove my case when I talk to the Buddha.” He pulled out a hair, breathed on it with his magic breath, and shouted “Change.” It turned into a writing brush dipped in ink, and with it he wrote THE GREAT SAGE EQUALING HEAVEN WAS HERE in big letters on the middle pillar. When that was done he put the hair back on, and, not standing on his dignity, made a pool of monkey piss at the foot of the pillar. Then he turned his somersault round and went back to where he had started from.

“I went, and now I'm back. Tell the Jade Emperor to hand the Heavenly Palace over to me,” he said, standing in the Buddha's palm.

“I've got you, you piss-spirit of a monkey,” roared the Buddha at him. “You never left the palm of my hand.”

“You're wrong there,” the Great Sage replied. “I went to the farthest point of Heaven, where I saw five flesh-pink pillars topped by dark vapours. I left my mark there: do you dare come and see it with me?”

“There's no need to go. Just look down.” The Great Sage looked down with his fire eyes with golden pupils to see the words “The Great Sage Equaling Heaven Was Here” written on the middle finger of the Buddha's right hand. The stink of monkey-piss rose from the fold at the bottom of the finger.

“What a thing to happen,” exclaimed the Great Sage in astonishment. “I wrote this on one of the pillars supporting the sky, so how can it be on his finger now? He must have used divination to know what I was going to do. I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it! I'll go there and come back again.”

The dear Great Sage hurriedly braced himself to jump, but the Buddha turned his hand over and pushed the Monkey King out through the Western Gate of Heaven. He turned his five fingers into a mountain chain belonging to the elements Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth, renamed them the Five Elements Mountain, and gently held him down.

All the thunder gods and the disciples Ananda and Kasyapa put their hands together to praise the Buddha: “Wonderful, wonderful,
An egg learned to be a man,
Cultivated his conduct, and achieved the Way.
Heaven had been undisturbed for the thousand kalpas,
Until one day the spirits and gods were scattered.

The rebel against Heaven, wanting high position,
Insulted Immortals, stole the pills, and destroyed morality.
Today his terrible sins are being punished,
Who knows when he will be able to rise again?”

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Joe runs a restaurant in the market square which to an untrained or unbespectacled eye could resemble a mechanics garage. Joe however is the Heston Blumenthal of Wuzhishen and talks with great passion about food and that were it not for his culinary training he would be on the street. Jo has become a great friend to us and regularly cooks up for us an impressive array of dishes with beer for a tenner or less.

He is fascinated to hear of the tales of Chinese takeaways in the UK like Jay’s parents run. It’s the established route of employment for 1st generation émigrés, maybe less so these days, but traditionally if you were a brain surgeon all you could do was get the wok on as soon as you arrived in Britain. Imagine how depressing it would be to move the other side of the world with six phds and be serving chips to tanked up scally being sick on your floor. My wife’s parents ran a restaurant when they first came to the UK from Shanghai via Hong Kong (the first in Manchester as it happens) and we hear that the chef from the Orange House Hotel has gone to the UK too to set up a restaurant business.

Maria too has done bird in a Glasgow chippy, and so we offer to make fish and chips at Joes on Friday lunchtime. Maria makes the batter and I peel the spuds from the market and Joe supplies some minnows from the river, in the absence of any cod. The chips are double fried and it takes a while to get the right oil temp for in the wok for the fish, but the crispy battered cartoon-of-a-fish-shaped mini-fish look pretty special. The restaurant next door comes out with a bottle of tomato ketchup.

Quite a crowd is gathered and we share the fish and chips around the market. A little too little salt they say but otherwise not bad. It seems the main problem with our efforts to appease the taste buds of the village is that flour + fry = bad chi, makes the blood to hot as they say. In the absence of an oven we may struggle to really make our mark. My wife’s family go crazy for Yorkshire puddings, making literally hundreds of them with their Christmas dinner. So the hunt for an oven continues.

After Marias gallant efforts Joe pulls out a bowl of his recipe chips he’s bend working on earlier, infact marinading in fruit scented stock since ten that morning. Dusted in a secret flour receipe he pan fries them up to produce what may come to be known as the Wuzhishen Aramotic Chip TM. By 3pm we are surrounded by banana fritters and sweet fried nam fan and it has turned into a full blown fry off. Joe wins hands down.

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After working several days with the ever helpful Xinghai from the development company we finally get it:

Nanling is the name of the forest park

Nanling is not a village it’s a town and Nanling is not called Nanling its called Wuzhishen.

Wuzhishen means five fingers, on account of the fact that from the air the five mountains that surround the village look like a cupped hand, with fingers pointing up skyward.

NB Our director may point to the unfortunate referral to the act of cupping, but this may have it’s relevance.

Wuzhishen is located in the area known as Ruyuan.

Our rented house in the old town is not a Hutong, the traditional narrow street of courtyard based dwelling houses found in old Beijing etc but is in fact a Pingfang (sic) which is a terraced house with living and cooking/washing rooms separated by a narrow communal street.

This much we now know. But if it changes again you’ll be the first to know.

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