"There is no free lunch… "
"I know, these people just want to fool us into buying things. We just sit there and don't listen to their bragging, and wait to get the things." Jiang He rolled the dough, with a nonchalant tone, and she thought as soon as she sat down. Walking, just want to see if the eggs are really delivered.
Xu Qing didn't speak anymore, and carefully mixed his own stuffing. The meat was ground at the vegetable market, and after returning home, he mixed it with minced ginger and then chopped it. This is the most delicious method selected by Jiang He after several trials.
The minced meat is added with seasoning, mixed with scallions and stirred with chopsticks, and the flavor of the stuffing comes out.
It is said that dumplings originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and were first created by the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing. At that time, dumplings were used for medicine. Zhang Zhongjing wrapped some cold-dispelling herbs (mutton, pepper, etc.) in the dough to treat diseases and prevent frostbite on the patients' ears. Because the dumplings looked like ears, they were called "Jiaoer", also called 'Quhan Jiaoer Soup' was a bit of a mouthful, so I pronounced it as dumplings.
Eating dumplings to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing on the winter solstice is the same as eating zongzi to commemorate Qu Yuan at the Dragon Boat Festival, except that zongzi is not often eaten, but dumplings are often eaten. Commemorating the medical saint is not as familiar as Qu Yuan.
"Can those pillows really cure diseases?" After a while, Jiang He asked again.
"Don't you know that's a trick?"
"Just to be sure."
"Trust your own judgment, sometimes it's okay to suffer a loss."
Xu Qing mixed the stuffing, stood up and washed her hands, went to Jiang He and kissed her on the cheek, then retreated to the side and sat on the pony pony while she waited for her to make dumplings.
In fact, after seeing Jiang He's WeChat message just now, he very much hoped that Jiang He could do this kind of small trick for the first time, so as to avoid a big loss in the future.
A life without being cheated is incomplete. As smart as he is, he was also tricked into working as a typist when he was in school, and lost dozens of huge sums of money.
Jiang He was indifferent.
Continue rolling out the dough.
The corners of her mouth curled up.
"I never thought it would be like this."
"What kind?"
"Use a rolling pin to make delicious dumplings, and then you help me mix the stuffing, and then secretly kiss me."
What flashed across my mind was carrying a cloth bag, leaning against a tree in the woods, chewing hard with pancakes, with a long sword in hand, watching the surroundings vigilantly and intently.
No clothes to cover the body, no food to eat.
Kitchen, house, life.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, those past events have been left behind.
"Our house at that time was built with mud bricks. River mud was put into the mold, and after drying, it would become bricks, and then they were built. A thick layer of bark and thatch was piled on top of the mold. The walls If it cracks, mix it with mud and grass clippings."
"Do you need to fix it frequently?"
"If you don't repair it, it will collapse. If you don't live in it for a year or two, you have to overhaul it when you want to live again."
"In August and autumn, the high wind howls, and rolls the three layers of grass on my house."
"You also write poetry?"
"No, this is Du Fu's. He is also from the Tang Dynasty. The sage of poetry... Let me take a look." Xu Qing took out his mobile phone to search, and said strangely: "It's about the same age as you. He was just sixteen when you came here. The year of the hair tie."
"Poet Sage? Is it very powerful?" Jiang He felt that it was not easy to hear the name.
"Very great. The era you were in was very great... There are many places in foreign countries that are still called Chinatowns because of historical factors. It was really strong at that time."
Xu Qing clicked on his mobile phone, "Later, in the 14th year of Tianbao, that is, 755 years, if you hadn't come here, you should be nearly forty years old, and the charm is still there...cough cough.
At that time, Du Fu was a right guard leading the government soldiers Cao Canjun, guarding the weapons and armor, and managing the warehouse. He returned to Fengxian in November, and he heard crying as soon as he entered the house. It turned out that his youngest son had starved to death. Then he came up with the famous saying of "the wine and meat of rich men stink, and the bones are frozen to death on the road". "
"The wine and meat of Zhumen stinks, and there are frozen bones on the road..." Jiang He moved his hands a little slower, aftertaste for a moment, and sighed long.
"Great people have experiences that match their greatness. Let's just be ordinary people." Xu Qing shook his head, as expected, he was still comfortable with salted fish.
"In November of the same year, the Anshi Rebellion broke out. It was An Lushan and Shi Siming. At that time, there were internal and external troubles. Although there was a prosperous situation in the Kaiyuan period, land mergers were accelerated, so that the land equalization system was destroyed. Farmers who averaged land lost their land and became refugees. , coupled with the rebellion between these two, troubled times will come..."
"do not talk."
Jiang He couldn't imagine what kind of war-torn world he was in when he was forty years old.
I didn't dare to think about how everyone in the village survived at that time.
"kiss Me."
"Huh? Oh."
Five minutes later, Xu Qing pulled his clothes and turned his head to look. The two large white handprints on his back were all covered with flour from Jiang He's hands.
"Those are all in the past, no matter the good or the bad, it's all a thousand years ago."
"Ok."
"Come on, I'll pack it for you, you teach me." Xu Qing pulled the little Mazar over, planning to work together with Jiang He.
A thousand years, whether it is long or short, is just a blink of an eye in the entire history of mankind. Maybe the next thousand years will look different. The long river of time has never stopped.
Jiang He followed Zhou Suzhi to learn how to make dumplings. He has a big belly and thin skin, which is a bit thinner than normal. I don’t know if he has no talent or it is really difficult to learn. Worrying about it falling apart while cooking, just give up.
Look at Jiang He, her lips are still moist, shining luster under the light, she carefully holds the rolled out dough, puts a chopstick filling, and closes one with both hands to finish one. A housewife who has kept the house since childhood.
Xu Qing washed her hands again to remove the contaminated flour, then took a few steps back, took out her phone and took a picture of her current appearance.
"You shot me again?"
"I think you look good now."
"Is it better to dance the sword or is it as good as it is now?"
"Uh..." Xu Qing was confused.
"Boil the water in the pot, and just boil it later." Jiang He ignored Xu Qing's entanglement, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and directed him to do things.
"I like everything about you."
"How about beating you?"
"..."
Xu Qing tilted his head, "Do you want to hit me in a live broadcast? One hundred and eight ways to hit Xu Qing?"
"Can you still broadcast this live?" Jiang He was surprised.
"Can't."
Seeing that Jiang He had returned to his usual appearance, Xu Qing shrugged his shoulders, boiled the water in the pot, then found a bowl, poured vinegar and took it out, turned on the TV and prepared to wait for dinner.
A large pot of dumplings was cooked very quickly. It was troublesome to roll out the dough and wrap it when making it. As soon as it was wrapped and put in the pot, it was cooked. It also brought two big bowls of soup and was brought out by Jiang He.
Watching TV during the meal, the host is holding a microphone to broadcast current events, Jiang He is holding a bowl and sitting with Xu Qing.
"Erniang only ate half-fed all her life, and wanted to prolong the peaceful situation, but in the end it only lasted for more than 20 years."
She bit her chopsticks and sighed, thinking of the scene of the Anshi Rebellion, she couldn't help but feel sad for those people buried in history.
"Maybe it prolongs your prosperity alone." Xu Qing thought for a while and said, "She treats you so well, if you can live well here, she will be happy."
"Is that so?"
"Sure, I will ask you in my dream next time."