Hearing this, Squirrel said unhappily: "Junior brother, can't you just pour cold water on me? Master, tell him that this is true and not false."
Fang Zheng patted the squirrel on the head and said, "You guys, why do you have to be so serious? This is just a custom. Many times, some of the habits in the custom are not necessarily true, but their meaning is good. As the saying goes , there is always hope in the heart, and hope will come. Sprinkling mugwort water on the body may not wash away the bad luck, but it will give people a psychological hint that life will be better in the future. So people have hope and hope in their hearts, The worries and difficulties of the past are gone, my mood is better, I am more motivated, and my life will naturally get better and better.”
"Um, Master, so this can't wash away the bad luck?" Squirrel was a little disappointed.
Fang Zheng tapped the squirrel's heart and said: "If you believe it, it will work. If you don't believe it, it will not work. Everything lies in the heart. Always be prepared to welcome happiness. What you will always get is happiness. Always think about the troubles of the past and you will live forever. In the midst of suffering. This sprinkling of water just gives you a reason to forget your suffering and start over. Do you want this reason?"
The squirrel's eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "I want it! I want it! I want to be happy, with lots of nuts, lots of crystal rice, and lots of delicious food!"
When Fang Zheng heard the squirrel's great wish, he found that all the teachings he had learned for so long had been imparted to the dog.
Then he heard the lone wolf shouting: "I also want a lot of delicious food!" He proved it with reality, Fang Zheng couldn't even teach a dog...
At this moment, gongs and drums were blaring in the distance, followed by the cheers of countless people, and Fang Zheng looked up. I saw that a few teams from the village had already arrived at the river and boarded the dragon boat. Each of them was a strong man, showing off his muscles, which attracted many people to scream and shout loudly, satisfying their little vanity. .
Fang Zheng immediately approached with the monkey, lone wolf, squirrel, and red boy.
Fangzheng is a famous person within a hundred miles. How can anyone in eight villages within ten miles not know the abbot of Yizhi Temple? So along the way, they greeted each other almost all the way, and Fang Zheng returned the greetings one by one. At the same time, everyone was very polite and gave Fang Zheng a good viewing position. Fang Zheng thanked him again.
At this moment, Honghai'er flipped through his phone and shouted: "Master, what you said before was wrong. Didn't you say that dragon boat racing originated from that tribe? However, I read on the Internet that the Yuanling area was built to provide Panhu is used to summon spirits, or is it a sacrifice to Cao E or Wu Zixu? Of course, there is also talk of a sacrifice to Qu Yuan. Which one of these is true?"
Fang Zheng immediately put away his cell phone, patted Hong Boy's head and said, "You little guy, if you steal my teacher's cell phone next time, I will have to recite sutras."
Hong Boy's face was slightly red, and he secretly hated himself for being so quick-tongued. If he didn't say anything, he could still play secretly for a while. However, Hong Hai'er was a naughty kid after all. If he had doubts in his heart, he couldn't help but continue to ask. At the same time, he also liked the feeling of watching Fang Zheng being questioned. So Honghai'er said: "Master, please explain."
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "Historians can't explain this clearly. If you ask my teacher, where do you know where to go? But one thing is for sure, this is a traditional festival of our Chinese people, and it is also a traditional festival of our Chinese people." This is enough for our cultural inheritance. Okay, just watch the dragon boat race honestly, I don’t know which team will win today.”
"Master, I think the red team will win. Look at how powerful their ship is." Lone Wolf shouted.
Squirrel said: "Master, I think the blue team will win. They are so big and their whole bodies are covered in lumps and flesh."
There are five teams in total. In order to distinguish them, everyone wears belts of different colors, namely red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. The live commentary over there also uses colors instead. It's easy to tell... Because it's a competition in a small place, the dragon boats used are not particularly big, only 18 meters long, with a total of thirty-two people sitting on them. These people are called scratchers.
The activity of dragon boat racing is not native to the Northeast, but came from the south. Therefore, the local dragon boats do not have any characteristics. They are the most common dragon boats on the market, with the dragon head in the front, the dragon tail in the back, the drummer in front, and all the people. Listen to the drums and row according to the rhythm. The stern is where the helm is...
Looking at these, Fang Zheng thought of the dragon boat races of ethnic minorities he had seen online. They were each unique and unique. But he didn't have the chance to see it, so he was content with what he saw in front of him.
Fang Zheng looked at the strong men, ignored the questions of the little guys, and watched the excitement quietly.
As the sound of the starting gun sounded, then the members of the five teams exerted their strength at the same time. The dragon boat seemed to fly, accelerating with a whoosh, bringing up white waves on the water... People watching the excitement on both sides of the strait shouted loudly, come on. ,come on! Basically, they cheer for their own village team.
Of course, there are also those who shout nonsense, such as these guys next to Fang Zheng.
"Come on, red team! Oops, the yellow team is catching up. Come on, yellow team!"
"The red team is lagging behind, haha, come on, yellow team! Oops, the yellow team has been surpassed again, come on, red team!"
Fang Zheng's head almost exploded when he heard this. He gave Lone Wolf and Squirrel a blow and said, "Can't you two just stand by and cheer for each other? One is from the red team, and the other is from the yellow team. What are you shouting about? Woolen cloth?"
Squirrel said aggrievedly: "I just want to win. It doesn't matter who wins, as long as I win anyway."
Lone Wolf also said: "Of course I support the strong one. I support whoever wins."
Fang Zheng was speechless...
Back when Fang Zheng was giving out rice dumplings, Fang Zheng had just left a farm house, and there were inquiries from that house.
"Lao Xie, who was that just now?"
In Yizhi Village, the only one with bad legs and feet, Xie Dongsheng, who was called Xie Laizi, looked at the rice dumplings in his hand and said with a smile: "It's Master Fangzheng, the abbot of Yizhi Temple. Isn't it a holiday today? He will give some to everyone." Zongzi."
"What? The monk still gives things to the villagers? This... This is really strange. I see that many temples only accept things but don't give them away." As he spoke, a man in a floral shirt came out of the back room and said, After a bowl of rice, I went in again.
Xie Dongsheng, who had a weak leg, limped in. In the room, there was a large table on top of the kang, and a round table on the floor. It was full of guests at this moment.
Xie Dongsheng was lame in his early years, but his ambition was intact. Since it was difficult to make money doing physical work, he might as well use his brain power. Although everyone laughed at him, it was a joke that he didn't know a lot of Chinese characters and still tried to use his brain. But in the end, he found a way to make a living and opened an online store. Although the business was not very good, it was not a problem to support his family.
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