When I got home, it was past noon. After cleaning his hands and face, Liang Feng took off his hunting outfit and put on Xuan Duan. This is the dress that the feudal lords only wear when they offer sacrifices. It is black without decorations, and it is upright and dignified. Dressed in Xuan Duan and wearing a crown on his head, he took Liang Rong to the family temple.
In the Han Dynasty, it was popular to build ancestral halls on the left side of the tomb, which was extravagant and did not conform to the ritual system. Therefore, in the Jin Dynasty, the construction of ancestral halls was prohibited, and only the princes could establish family temples. The Liang family, as Tinghou, naturally also has a family temple, where they can sacrifice "shao prison", that is, sacrifice their ancestors with sheep and pigs. The animals had already been prepared, and they were placed on the altar together with the grains and the wild things from the field hunting.
Although the population is thin, the rituals of the sacrificial ceremony cannot be less than half. After sacrificing the ancestors, the mountains, and the five sacrificial sacrifices according to the rules, the sun has already set in the west, and it is the last link of the sacrificial sacrifice.
Wearing that dignified and restrained robe, Liang Feng came to the side courtyard. At this moment, under the watchtower, a high platform was erected, and a person stood on it. He was tall, dressed in bear skin, dark clothes and red robes, with a ferocious ghost face and four golden eyes, holding a spear in one hand and a strong shield in the other, like a ghost walking to the world.
This is Fang Xiangshi, the chief priest in the Nuo ceremony. Beside him are twelve children with hair combed and horns, all made of red silk and soap, holding drums, and pretending to be twelve divine beasts. There are also twelve servants on the periphery, holding horns and torches, standing solemnly.
Looking around at the people in the courtyard, Liang Feng walked up to the watchtower. Standing in front of the wooden railing, he said loudly, "Erna leads the age of Nuo, drive out Qun Li!"
As soon as the voice fell, the dull drums and trumpets sounded in unison, Fang Xiang raised the spear and shield in his hand, and seemed to dance wildly, and also seemed to be fighting with unknown ghosts. His movements, shouting loudly: "Nuo! Nuo!"
This is the cry to scare away the evil spirits. The dance is ancient and clumsy, and the shouting is simple, but in the simplicity, there is a chilling air. Just because those who perform Nuo are not those who dance the gods, this ceremony is specially designed to drive away disasters and pray for good weather in the coming year. All those involved were in awe, convinced and valued their responsibilities. When such emotions are gathered in one place, they can naturally give rise to breathtaking power.
The drums and trumpets grew louder and louder, almost deafening, and with this sound all the doors opened. Liangfu, farmhouses, farmers, and even the gates of the villages far away, all the doors are open. After walking around the yard for a while, Fang Xiang led the robbers to dance to the distance. They had to follow the road and pass through each household to take away the bad corpses and drive away the severe cold. Those villagers all stood leaning against the door, as if welcoming a real god, and respectfully stood aside.
This job is never easy. However, holding a heavy spear and a large shield, Fang Xiang did not stop for a step, so he ran across the farm, stepped out of the courtyard gate, and came all the way to the front of the village gate. The sky was already dark, and the twelve torches were handed over to the knights who had been waiting by the door for a long time. They took the torches and rode their horses to the distance without hesitation. As long as the torch is thrown into the distant river, all the disease will be carried away by the river.
The fire flickered and disappeared in an instant. The shocking drum music stopped, but the cheers came faintly, getting louder and louder, it seemed that the whole farm was singing in unison. In this era, there are not even firecrackers, and there is no fixed Spring Festival ceremony. However, this Nuo is more festive than any ceremony.
Listening to the joyful shouts in his ears, Liang Feng exhaled a long breath: "Let's have a banquet."
After the big Nuo, there is a feast, and every household should prepare a sumptuous and delicious meal. It may not be surprising in normal times, but in Bingzhou after a major disaster and drought, it is very rare. However, up and down the Liang Mansion, each household received two catties of horse meat, and the army also had wild animals for field hunting. There is surplus grain in the warehouse, bacon in hand, and a master who is willing to exorcise the plague for them, what else can they ask for
In the main hall, steaming meals are also prepared. Because he wanted to eat the newly hunted game, Liang Feng had already instructed the cook to get a few small copper kettles. A charcoal fire is piled under the kettle, pheasant, mushrooms, and fungus are put into the kettle, and the soup is boiled. Then the venison is marinated with ginger juice and rice wine, cut into thin slices, and placed together with bean sprouts, isatis, and radishes, which are rare in winter. , a dish made of garlic puree and pure oil is placed right in front of you.
After a tiring day, Liang Rong sat beside the desk, looked curiously at the raw meat on the plate and the broth in the pot, and asked, "Father, are you going to eat deer?"
Raw meat is glutinous rice, which has existed since ancient times. The so-called "eating is not tired of essence, meat is not tired of fineness", those practices of cutting meat into thin slices and eating raw can be called meat.
Liang Feng smiled and said, "It is not suitable to eat raw in winter. Just pick up these slices of meat and vegetables with a chopstick, put them in the soup, and they will be cooked in a moment. This kind of hot food is the most appropriate."
Liang Rong had never seen such a way of eating before, but his father didn't move his chopsticks, so he couldn't, so he just stared at the boiling soup in the pot. After a while, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house. He looked up, and saw the man with strange eyes walking in.
Why is he coming? Liang Rong frowned unconsciously, but the two adults didn't pay attention to him.
Yiyan stepped into the house, leaned over and saluted, "My lord, the torch has been thrown into the river."
Liang Feng nodded: "Today's Nuo ceremony, thank you for your hard work."
It is Yi Yan who plays Fang Xiang on stage today. Holding a heavy spear and shield, dancing, shouting, and walking in and out of the mansion, the amount of activity can be imagined, not to mention that Yiyan also hunted a leopard in the morning.
"Pray for the Lord, but the subordinates don't feel pain." The sweat on Yi Yan's forehead has not yet faded, but his eyes are fixed on the person in front of him. The solemn Xuan Duan had already been replaced, and Liang Feng had returned to his Yan Ju look. However, whether it is hunting clothes or dresses, or the ordinary clothes in front of him, it does not harm the appearance. The lord took him hunting and ordered him to dance the Nuo. Is there anything heavier than trust
Having long been accustomed to Yi Yan's appearance, Liang Feng smiled: "Sit down and have dinner with us."
"Thank you, lord!" Yi Yan got up immediately and sat behind the table next to him. This is a family banquet for the Queen of Nuo. The lord invites him to come together, doesn't he consider him a family member
Liang Rong's eyes widened involuntarily. Father actually let this Jie person sit at the table? Why didn't this guy go to the army and have to come to join him and his grandfather's family dinner? However, no matter how awkward he was in his heart, the good tutor also made it impossible for the little guy to speak, so he had to hold on to the corner of his clothes.
Liang Feng didn't forget Liang Rong, and said to Chao Yu who was waiting on the side: "Don't let Rong'er put the meat on his own, just help him put it into the bowl. The garlic oil should be less sticky, it's not too spicy."
After instructing this side, he turned his head again and said to Yi Yan, "You can add the meat yourself, boil it in the kettle for a while, and it will be ready to use. If you don't think it's spicy, you can add some garlic oil yourself."
After the explanations were made on both sides, Liang Feng raised his chopsticks with great interest and put a piece of venison into the broth. Soon the meat slices were rolled up, picked up the meat, lightly dipped it on the garlic plate, and put it in the mouth. This is the fattest piece of the deer, soaked in ginger rice wine, it doesn't feel fishy at all, and the entrance is melted, only the strong fragrance reverberates.
In the big winter, this is the way to eat hot pot. Nodding with satisfaction, Liang Feng raised his head, only to realize that everyone, one big and one small, was staring at him, and he couldn't help laughing: "The style is a little novel, but the taste is really good. Use it quickly."
Looking at Liang Feng's shiny rosy lips, Yi Yan swallowed his saliva unconsciously, but felt a burning hunger in his belly. Without any hesitation, he picked up a big lump of meat and cooked it. Liang Rong glanced at the rude Jie man, lowered his head sullenly, and began to eat the meat slices that Chaoyu gave him. After chewing a couple of bites, I felt that it was sweeter than all the meats I had eaten in the past, and I couldn't help looking at my father in admiration.
Dad really knows everything! He also put several small bird eggs here, which must have been specially prepared for him by my father. It would be nice if there wasn't this Capricorn.
Both happy and worried, the little guy ate the delicacies on the plate with complicated thoughts.
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Sima Yi strode into the inner hall, he was not wearing armor, but a Xuan Duan Ji uniform. Although Luoyang was besieged and fought fiercely for several months, the La Festival still cannot be missed. On the contrary, having His Majesty preside over the sacrifices can somewhat appease the people in the city.
They won another game before, and the Youzhou side also started to attack Chang'an. It is still Zu Ti's ingenious method. The prefect Liu Shen is extremely talented and loyal to the country. As long as the King of Hejian can be feared and recall Zhang Fang, he will have a chance of winning this battle.
Thinking of his half-brother, Sima Yi couldn't help clenching his fists. Since the execution of King Qi, Sima Ying has become more and more arrogant. It is not enough to remotely control the government in Yecheng. He also wants to kill the Queen's father and Huangfu Shang, and even ignores the fact that King Hejian sent someone to assassinate him. How is this different from the original King Zhao, King Qi and others
The imperial court has been raising troops for more than ten years, and the people are struggling to survive. If the imperial court can regain power and all officials return to their hearts, they will naturally be able to save this crumbling world. However, when Wang Yan was dispatched before, he still failed to persuade Sima Ying. He would rather kill each other, would rather coerce the court, and he would not give up his authority. If he is allowed to enter Luoyang, will His Majesty still be safe? Is the court still stable
No matter what, he must defend Luoyang!
Although his heart was full of worry and anger, Sima Yi, as always, knelt before the case. Above the case, Jing is the memorial submitted by the courtiers. He has ordered several times, ordering the maids to pound rice by hand for military rations. He also made men over thirteen years old to serve as slaves, sent slaves to garrison troops, and ordered Wang Gonggong to warehouse. With such a variety of measures, the soldiers must be united and willing to die. If the military heart is available, Luoyang will not be attacked by the enemy, as long as it is defended for a while...
A burst of messy footsteps suddenly came, the door of the main hall was pushed open, and a guard covered in blood shouted: "My lord! Run away..."
Before he could finish speaking, a long spear shot out from his chest. The soldier opened his mouth, blood spurted out of his mouth, and slowly fell to the ground. The temple door was completely pushed open, stepping over the man's corpse, and several temple guards dressed in armor and carrying knives and guns rushed in.
"Great Governor! Now Luoyang is struggling with the people, and the rice and grain are all cut off, all because of the chaos. Please also ask the Governor to follow his subordinates to the front of the Majesty, please open the city, stop the army and become a jade and silk!"
Sima Yi opened his eyes angrily, looking at the familiar faces in front of him: "Who asked you to come?!"
"Naturally there are hundreds of officials in the city!" One of the generals in the middle sneered, "The commander only cares about the merits of the war, regardless of the lives of the officials, do you still hope that everyone will return to their hearts?"
"Hahaha..." Sima Yi burst into laughter, "If the King of Chengdu enters Luoyang, will the officials be able to leave their lives? Have you forgotten about Zhao Wanglun and Qi Wangjie?! If these people are the masters, the Baiguan will end the road. The laughter was full of resentment, full of unwillingness, and it made one's hair stand on end. Those palace guards didn't dare to hesitate, they rushed forward and held Sima Yi: "Great Governor, please rest assured, you are a clan, as long as you ask Your Majesty asks you to sin, and he will spare you..."
spare him? Of course His Majesty will spare him, but will Sima Ying, who has lost his troops and lost his generals, spare him? Will the person who colluded with the generals in the hall and the man behind him spare him? Great rivers and mountains, why should they be destroyed in the hands of these traitors? He struggled for a long time, but was folded in the hands of the villain behind him. He was really unwilling!
The mysterious crown on the head rolled to the ground, and the dignified clothes were stained with blood, but none of the people in the hall cared.
That night, Sima Yi was imprisoned in Jin Yongcheng, in this cold palace where countless Sima ethnic groups were once imprisoned.
The author has something to say: It must be said that among the idiots in the Sima family, Sima Yi is really good.
"Book of Jin" has a comment: "Changsha is extremely talented, loyal and vulgar, throws the bow and tucks the door, and falls in the spirit of a strong man; gallops to Weique, and cherishes the style of martyrs. Although Fuyang Jiushutun, in The love of the three is not to be taken away. To care for his legacy is always impressive."