Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 133
Dagu is the Tang drum with the most Han style.

If you beat the drum, you will advance, and if you beat the gold, you will retreat.

This is an instrument of war.

It is also the most suitable for use on dragon boats.

And in the myths and legends, the thunder master and the lightning mother, the thunder king beats the drums, and the lightning mother sings gold.

Lin Zhuming touched it and found that it was a good drum with a very tight skin and one hundred and eight nails on the edge. It didn't take much effort to beat very loudly.

The thud thud thud is also very imposing, as if there is a call from a god.

The body of the drum is bright red, but there are two pull rings with copper animal heads. The animal heads nodded, looking at it without anger and majesty.

On the surface of the drum, a three-legged Kui ox is painted, which is very mighty.

Legend has it that the Yellow Emperor used the skin of a Kui ox as a drum to protect against the god of thunder.

"Good treasure!" Lin Zhuming saw at a glance that this was a drum made by the craftsmen with their painstaking efforts.

Listening to the sound of the drum, the villagers laughed and said, "Master Lin, do you want to be taught by the teacher? It is difficult to beat the drum with momentum. If you don't have amazing arm strength, it will be difficult to hit the drum seven or eight times, let alone drumming continuously for a moment." It's clock."

Lin Zhuming laughed and said, "You don't need to learn how to play the drums, as long as you have the music in your heart."

Immediately, he took out the drumsticks and tapped the edge of the drum a few times to wake up.

The drum woke up and seemed to come to life, and Lin Zhuoming also changed his momentum.

Under the scorching sun, when a hammer falls, there will be a sound of thunder, from near to far, from heart to spirit, as if there is a four-horse cart, the horse's hooves are trampled, and the wheels are rolling...

"Boom!"

The villagers felt very excited, and a rush of blood gushed out.

Spiritual resistance.

Lin Zhuming drank softly: "Is it said that I have no clothes~ I have the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. I have the same hatred with my son! Is it said that I have no clothes? I have the same lust as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with your son..."

The drums kept beating, like dense rain falling, like a thunderstorm in early summer, with a storm of lightning and a magnificent momentum.

Not to mention the villagers, all kinds of evil spirits within a radius of ten miles were caught by the sound of the drum and hid one after another.

All the lonely ghosts thought it was thunder, and were afraid of being shaken away.

"How is it?" After Lin Zhuming finished beating the drums, he didn't appear to be out of breath, and his strength was long.

"Good! Good! Good!" The clan elder sighed: "With such morale, I seem to be back in the past, old man, with high ambitions."

Shanlong heard the sound of drums in the reservoir, thinking that a thunderstorm was coming, climbed out of the water, and began to look up at the sky, but the sun was still hot, so he was very puzzled.

Lin Zhuming put the drumstick back to its original position, feeling that this thing should have a history, not like a folk thing.

"Master Lin seems to have changed into a different person, like a general." The clan elder said with emotion: "Our dragon boat race is sure to be the leader!"

The cauldron next to it was already boiling, billowing steam.

A skilled woman poured the alkaline water suspended in the plant ash into the pot, stirred it, and rolled the duck eggs in first, but they were salted duck eggs that had already been marinated, and then all kinds of wrapped zongzi.

Most of them have no stuffing, some have red dates, some have bean paste, osmanthus, lotus seeds, etc., but no meat. After all, no one can afford meat now.

After the zongzi was put into the pot, there was a steamer on it, and garlic seeds, steamed buns, and five-color rice were steamed.

The aroma soon dissipated, and Lin Zhuoming felt his appetite whetted.

"I still have a few broken tea leaves here, let's cook some tea eggs." The old man took out the Gaomo he drank.

"There are few eggs, but during the festival, you can't be stingy. Each child eats one, and the rest will be divided, and each god will offer two."

Instead, a basket of eggs was boiled along with the tea leaves.

The children smelled it, and they all lay down next to it, but the stove was too hot and felt hot, so they hid in the shade to play.

Only Ying Ning is not afraid of heat.

The men felt hot, and many of them were shirtless, so the teenage peasant girl saw the young man's strong body and blushed immediately.

The matchmaker looked at these men and women in the temple and felt sorry for herself.

Only the girl secretly tied the red rope tied with her hair to the camphor tree to seek a marriage.

The tree spirit sitting on the camphor tree, the girl in red, watched with great interest how these busy people were working hard.

Hey, that's great.

A pot of stuff was ready quickly, and a few ruthless iron hands lifted the steamer.

"What a beautiful bun!" The women exclaimed.

"I want to eat, I want to eat!" the child cried.

"You want to eat everything!" the woman spoiled and cursed.

But he also took one.

The child burned his hands, and switched the bun from his left hand to his right hand, and from his right hand to his left hand, but he still didn't listen to the air: "It's so hot, it's so hot, it's so hot!"

Then I started to taste it, first I ate the skin of the bun.

Then I bit off the stuffing, but it was all brown sugar bean paste stuffing.

So sweet!

So hot!

Don't dare to spit, don't dare to swallow.

"Hahaha!" Laughing and laughing, very happy.

It has also become a paradise, returning to the place where Yuantian lives.

Then salted duck eggs, rice dumplings.

The salted duck eggs have green shells one by one, some are handsome, and some look a little stupid.

Then there are the zongzi, the bright green leaves have turned yellow, and the glutinous rice has absorbed enough water and become plump.

When you mention it, it is a large string, rising with heat and fragrance.

"Hahaha, it smells so good!" Ying Ning was attracted.

She lived with the foxes before, and although the foxes also celebrate festivals, they don't have such a rough and friendly feeling of the country.

The style of the well-dressed scholars who travel to the south is also elegant during the festival, and they prefer to recite poems and compose right things. Where can there be such pure joy.

"Eat the fresh ones first, and prepare the zongzi for the festival!"

"Master Lin, try one."

Lin Zhuming smiled: "No, I can't digest this food, let the children eat it, and save a few for the real gentleman."

"Master Lin has really become a fairy. He doesn't eat this, and he doesn't eat that."

Lin Zhuming laughed and said, "Where do you dare to say that you are a fairy?"

The rice dumplings are cooked to a brownish yellow color, and the rice grains are crystal clear, with a sticky sweetness.

Holding one in her hands, Ying Ning untied the rope, peeled off the leaves, and tasted it carefully.

Eyes lit up instantly, this is too delicious.

At the mouth of the Dragon King Temple in Qingqu, Shanlong's small dojo, there are also two rice dumplings at this time.

The two zongzi turned into smoke and were swallowed by the mountain dragon. Immediately, they felt a little positive, as if there was another kind of incense contained in them.

"The tea eggs are cooked, cooked!"

"Don't be in a hurry to fish it out, knock the shell, and cook for a while, it will taste delicious!"

"okay!"

In this way, hundreds of families in Tongjing Town were enveloped in fireworks, and with a festive atmosphere of joy, Lin Zhuming gradually realized humanity.

It was a different perception than before, after the horse bandits robbed the village.

endless life...

Like weeds, although the environment is harsh, they work very hard to grow upwards.

Even if the wildfire burns again and again.

(End of this chapter)