Tang Dynasty good brother-in-law

Chapter 699

Towards noon a caravan of mules arrived.

"Old Uncle Zhao, happy new year."

"Okay, you still have a few villages, do you want to eat and drink in the villages?"

"No, we brought dry food, and we always have to send the annual rewards of each village as early as possible. We also want to go back to the city before dark. My mother-in-law made dumplings. I heard that the county magistrate planned to set up a fire at night. Fifty dumplings Roast whole lamb, this momentum."

Hearing what the young man said happily, Old Zhao hit the young man's head heavily with the wooden stick in his hand: "This stinking mouth doesn't have a handle, what kind of county magistrate. That's Kumamoto Yamaga, who is in charge of the district, or District chief, I haven’t heard of any county magistrate.”

The young man lightly slapped himself twice on the mouth: "This is wrong, wrong. It's the district chief."

In order to confuse the Japanese, the people here did not have the official positions of the Tang Dynasty, but the internal officials and small officials at all levels still knew what kind of official positions the chiefs were relative to, so they made a mistake on this New Year's Eve.

After putting down the new year's goods, the group of people went east again, and they sent them to several villages.

"Open...big...stove!" The old village head shouted, and the households from Datang immediately cheered, and the Japanese who didn't understand anything were so happy that they also shouted.

Japanese people at least know how to open a big stove, which means that there are good things for everyone to eat.

Usually, it is six times a month.

After the old village chief shouted, he happily went to look at the new year's goods this time. This was the first time they celebrated the new year outside Datang.

The first one, red paper, ink, and a large brush.

At first glance, it was prepared for posting couplets. It seems that the district chief still has a heart.

Seeing these red papers warmed the hearts of all households from Datang.

Then there is a package of printed color paintings, there are thousands of color paintings in size, there are dolls holding fish, and dolls holding lotus flowers, in short, it is one doll after another.

"What is this?" An old man pulled out two paintings.

Many people gathered around, and after looking carefully, someone said: "This is the door god, it must be the door god."

"Why is this door god different from the previous one?"

"I didn't read what was written here. One is our Great Tang Protector General Qin, and the other is Great Tang Yongwu General Wei Chi. We are protected by the Great General outside, so that all evil will not invade. Come, call some women over here Hurry up and paste it on the post."

"No, no. Let me worship first...

There are more and more joyous laughter.

The old village head found that there were still twenty canned food, four whole slaughtered sheep, and dozens of baskets of cabbage and radishes.There are as many as ten bags of fine white flour.

"Make dumplings..." The old village head shouted again.

This has been busy until the beginning of Shenshi, that is, after three o'clock in the afternoon, and I started preparing for dinner today.

The old village looked at it and scolded: "You pig brain, you can make dumplings like this, and they can be turned into noodle soup in the pot."

The Japanese who was scolded just smirked.

It took more than half an hour to actually start eating.

The smell of mutton soup floated far away, all the way to the other side of the river.

The Japanese do not have the customs of the Tang people to celebrate the New Year, there is no animal husbandry on the island, and the Japanese do not eat meat.It's not because they don't like to eat. In fact, Japanese people ate meat very early.

Wei Zhi said that there are no cows, horses, leopards, sheep and magpies in the island.

The Japanese also have trained wild boars.

But at this time, because of the rapid increase in the population of Wajima, the wild animals have long been eaten up, and the Wa people have no breeding skills, so in fact there is no meat to eat.

In history, the real prohibition of eating animals was 50 years later, when Buddhism ordered the King of Japan not to eat meat.

The aroma of mutton soup made the small village on the other side of the river, which usually eats pig food in the eyes of Tang people, start to move again.But they didn't dare to come because they would be beaten if they crossed the river.

It was not the Tang people in this village who fought, but the Japanese villagers.

The Japanese people in this village followed the Tang people in planting mulberry forests. They had good food, good clothes, and houses to sleep in.The physique is much higher than that over there, and there are excellent weapons here.Even if you don't need to guard the village's horizontal knife, ten people can beat 100 people over there with just wooden sticks.

The Japanese people in the village felt that the other side of the river seemed to be coming to steal food again, so they immediately summoned people to prepare for defense.

"Put the guys down, today is a good day, let's not fight. Go and get some old dry food and old dumplings, and ask each of them to bring a bowl. This is a good day, give them something to eat."

Datang originally had a tradition of helping beggars during the Chinese New Year, and the people of Datang also kept this virtue.

The Japanese have always obeyed the orders of the old village chief.

But this time, they didn't fully implement it.

The Japanese people in Sanglin Village began to arrange people to select them. The dumplings were the dry food they brought with them when they went out to work. They made a lot of them every time they made them, more in winter and less in summer.

Here are the saved ones, and even the last time, the last time.

Pick out the good ones and put them back in the baskets, and then cover them well. Pick out the old, broken, and even slightly off-flavored ones, and they are not too many. Take a little more than one meal.

At the riverside, people from that side are not allowed to cross the river, a cable is pulled up and a small basket is hung on the tanker.

The Japanese people on both sides are shouting what the old village head is a little far away. There is a local dialect with an accent here. I can't even hear what it is saying.

After giving the dumplings, the old village head gave some more dumplings, and the Japanese quit.

Some of them were wrapped by themselves. Although they were surprisingly ugly and had countless cracks, they wrapped them with their own hands.Those Tang Dynasty bags are exquisite and beautiful, and I am even more reluctant to give them.

"Okay, okay. How about this, let them hang two baskets of buns, one basket of bean buns and one basket of meat buns."

The steamed buns were steamed in batches by the food shop in Kumamoto Castle, and they were also transported by mules. The Japanese people who worked in the mulberry forest had never eaten these things before.

On the other side of the river, the hard meat buns frozen this winter made those Japanese eat with tears in their eyes.

I don't know whether to be moved, or to feel my poor life.

Here, as the old village chief expected, the dumplings made by the Japanese turned into a pot of stewed noodles gorgeously after being put into the pot.

"Hahaha, you clumsy bastards. Come on, give them each a small bowl and try real dumplings."

The Japanese eat it happily, and the stewed noodles are also extremely delicious. Tang people must use soup when eating dumplings.

After eating steamed buns, real dumplings.The Japanese who sent the food over there just now began to regret it. I am afraid that such a delicious thing is not available in the palace, so why did they give it to those guys.

The old village chief beat many people with wooden sticks, and only then calmed down the Japanese people who were about to cross the river to grab the buns.

(End of this chapter)