Fang Zheng saw that the salted fish still had questions, and said indifferently: "October 1st is different because of different regions, and the festival is also different. This day is not only the Winter Clothes Festival, but also in the south, when this day is still a harvest fiefdom, everyone celebrates the harvest. At the same time, this day is also an annual cold wave, and after the weather cools down, people need to eat something seasonal to warm their bodies. This is the way to maintain health, the way to survive? Is this wrong?"

Salted fish bar clicked his lips and said, "It seems to be ...... Well, kind of interesting. ”

Fang Zheng continued: "In fact, since ancient times, China has a vast land, people are industrious and simple, as long as there is no war, almost every family has surplus food. For example, now, families are rich and some people may be poor, but many people have reached the point where they want to eat and buy what they want, and they don't know what to eat when they go around the market three times. Are you still greedy for something to eat?"

The salted fish was silent.

Fang Zheng said: "Therefore, the development of this festival food is now not just a food, a kind of viscera demand. It's like eating zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival, moon cakes on the 15th day of August, and Lantern Festival on the 15th day of the first lunar month. On this day, I will eat such things, and subtly tell you that it is a holiday! At the same time, I will tell you what kind of festival it is, eat things that should be festive, think about things with a watch on the festival, live happily, and think about my ancestors. Winter clothes festival, to the ancestors to burn the clothes, the ancestors may not be able to receive, but this is also a means of respecting the deceased and the police, this is a way of cultural inheritance, filial piety inheritance! Children look at their parents filial piety to their ancestors, there is a sense of awe in their hearts, more effective imitation of the heart, imperceptible, from generation to generation, this is the inheritance of filial piety in the festival.

The food that should be eaten during the festival may not be the best, but when you eat it at that time, what you eat is the festival, what you eat is the atmosphere of the festival, what you eat is a kind of ancient culture, and what you eat is the joy of people getting together because of the festival! Only superficial and ignorant people will regard the food of the festival as a consumer product and something that satisfies the appetite of the mouth. ”

Speaking of which, the head of the salted fish was almost waxed to the tail, and I only felt that an old face was flushed, and I didn't know what to say.

When Fang Zheng said this, he also knew that he was almost done, and knocked on the salted fish and said: "You are from Lingshan, you are an immortal, and here are all mortals, you have a feeling of arrogance and superiority in your heart." But you should have heard the Dharma and naturally understand the meaning of equality of all beings, which is not the equality of supernatural powers, nor the equality of money, but the equality of good. People are good at Buddhas, and when people's hearts reach them, they become Buddhas! They have all become Buddhas, you have thousands of money, and you have vast magical powers, and you are not regarded as first-class?"

Hearing this, the salted fish suddenly got up, and the fins were like human hands, and they saluted: "Amitabha, the poor monk has been taught." ”

Fang Zheng also got up and saluted: "Amitabha." ”

All that should be said was said, Fang Zheng saw that the time was not early, and beckoned the red boy to go down the mountain to buy the things needed for tomorrow's Winter Clothes Festival.

There was no word all night, and the next day, it was not dawn.

Fang Zheng had already led his disciples to the grave of the Zen Master of One Finger, respectfully incense, and passed by one by one. With the sacrifices of the Qingming Festival and the Zhongyuan Festival first, the lone wolf, squirrel, monkey, and red child of Yizhi Temple already know the details of the worship. There is no need to repeat it, one by one is very well done.

The salted fish stood on the side, and he didn't know whether he should go up and worship. After all, he's not a member of the temple...... In this way, he looked a little embarrassed to stand on the side. So, Salted Fish simply looked up at the sky, as if all this had nothing to do with him, to hide his embarrassment.

At this moment, Salted Fish saw a bald head enter his sight, and said to himself, "Is this here to mock me?"

"Let's go to the pillar incense. To the surprise of the salted fish, Fang Zheng took out three sticks of incense and handed them to the salted fish, and said gently.

Salted fish was stunned for a moment and asked, "Can I also be fragrant?"

"Go ahead. "Founder Road.

Salted fish's eyes lit up, and his heart was also warm, after all, he was not completely excluded from the temple, and he was moved! Salted fish didn't talk nonsense, took the incense and went to it, and then stood there and muttered: "Oh, little brother, I heard that you left before you lived to be a hundred years old, what a pitiful." Look at me, I'm alive......"

Fang Zheng saw that the salted fish had not stopped for several minutes, looking at this posture, this was to talk until dawn!

In ancient times, the Winter Clothes Festival was different from other festivals, and this day was sacrificed before dawn. It is better to sacrifice to the ancestors sooner rather than later, and later there was a change, that is, the noon sacrifice. Because this day is Halloween, the yin qi is heavy, and choosing the time when the yang qi is the most vigorous at noon can suppress the yin qi, which is better for people, especially those with weak bodies, who will choose noon. If you don't have time at noon, then you can only choose the morning, and choose the afternoon, which is a last resort. However, Fang Zheng has always chosen to worship his ancestors before dawn with the Zen master of One Finger, so he is used to it.

"Bang!" Before the salted fish could finish his ramblings, Fang Zheng's head was knocked on the door. Salted fish said angrily: "What are you doing?"

"Let you be incense, not let you talk about family life, seniority, when you are done, get out of the way. "Founder Road.

The salted fish snorted twice and stepped aside.

Fang Zheng lit the fire, took out his clothes, and while saying that he asked the Zen master to collect the clothes and collect the money, he burned them one by one, and then burned some paper money......

When everything was said and the day was almost dawning, the monkeys were called, and the two went to ring the bell and beat the drum to welcome the arrival of a new day.

The sun jumped out of the horizon, and Fang Zheng began to get busy, bought some noodles yesterday, kneaded the dough in the back kitchen, rolled it out, and then folded it up and cut it into thin strips with a knife, which is the hand-rolled noodles that are often eaten by farmers in the Northeast. Bring the pot to a boil, add water, bring to a boil, sprinkle with some bamboo shoots, put some oil and salt, and then add the noodles.

The noodles enter the water, like silver dragons, and the bubbles and auspicious clouds in the pot are churning up and down.

The squirrel on the side swallowed his saliva, stared at the pot, and asked, "Master, is this the food of the Winter Clothes Festival?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "Yes, the food is different in different places during the Winter Clothes Festival. In our place, there are many people who eat noodles, and besides, this is the only one in our temple at present. ”

The squirrel is not disgusted, I have been in the temple for so long, I have eaten dumplings, steamed buns or something, but noodles are the first time I have eaten them.

When the noodles are cooked, they are fished out by Fangzheng, and there is a big bowl for each person, but everyone is not allowed to take it. Then Fang Zheng took out a handful of green vegetables and sprinkled them into the pot, and when the boiling water was scalded, the green vegetables were instantly scalded and tender green, and then they were fished out and put into a bowl. In the end, Fang Hongzhi poured a spoonful of soy sauce on it, and a bowl of clear soup noodles was baked.

The squirrel looked at the big bowl in front of him, and only thought that the contents of this bowl were exceptionally beautiful, the white noodles with green vegetables, and the soy sauce that was not mixed up, the picture was very beautiful. Looking up at Fang Zheng, he asked, "Master, can you eat it?"

As a result, when I looked up, I found that Fang Zheng had already taken the bowl and ate it!

The squirrel was no longer polite, picked up his own little bowl, happily jumped off the stove, and ran to the table to eat.

The cold wind is biting, but eating a bowl of hot noodle soup seems to be able to keep all the cold outside, and for a while, this cold winter is not cold. The only thing that is inappropriate is that the backyard of this temple is full of sucking, sucking noodles and drinking soup, which breaks the tranquility and style of the temple......

After breakfast, Fang Zheng stood on the top of the mountain and looked down the mountain, and the villagers under the mountain also got up one after another. They don't choose to worship their ancestors before dawn, but choose to worship their ancestors at noon, so they generally don't get up so early. Listening to the rooster crow, the human voice, Fang Zheng touched his chin and muttered, "It's time to go out for a walk." ”

After speaking, Fang Zheng returned to the Yizhi Temple, called all the apprentices, and said that he was going out.

The red boy was about to raise his hand, but he heard a loud shout: "I'll go!"

I saw the salted fish jump on the table and scream. Although the salted fish lived for a long time, even on the Lingshan Mountain, he was soaking in the pond of the Lingshan Mountain, and he didn't go out. I finally came out, and when I heard that I could go down the mountain, my eyes suddenly began to shine! As if a guy who had been in prison for 10,000 years was about to live freely. That look, sweeping over everyone, is quite a kind, who dares to rob me, I am desperate with him!

Others were afraid of him, but the red boy was not afraid of him, and snorted: "I'm still going!"

When the salted fish saw that it was a red child, he suddenly withered a little, and he wondered, since he was sent here, why did he get such a fierce guy here!

Since it was hard to work, the salted fish pounced directly, hugged the red boy's thigh, and shouted: "Pure heart, don't fight with me this time, you don't know how bitter I am." I don't know how many years I lived, just Mi left the palm-sized fish pond, and finally got out, you just let me go out and have a look, woo woo woo ...... "Speaking of the back, there are tears, and I feel pity."

Seeing this, the squirrel wiped his tears and pulled the lone wolf's ear to wipe his nose.

The lone wolf slapped him to the ground, kicked his hind legs, and buried the squirrel directly with snow.

The red boy looked at the salted fish, this time it didn't look like acting, at least seventy or eighty percent of it was true. Seeing this, he frowned and said, "It depends on what the master says." ”

The salted fish was about to rush to Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng glanced at the snot and tears on the red boy's body, and quickly shouted, "Don't come here!"

The salted fish stopped in place in an instant, looking at Fang Zheng pitifully, with a bit of firmness in his grievances, as if to say, if you don't let me go, I will rub you!

Fang Zheng also saw that this salted fish was really suffocated, and his heart softened: "In this case, let's take the salted fish down the mountain this time." ”

As soon as these words came out, the red boy spread his hands, but the salted fish jumped up happily, as if by magic, there was an extra crutch in his hand, and the crutch made him play tricks: "Haha, great!"

Fang Zheng raised his hand and gave him a slap, telling him to settle down, and then said with a straight face: "It's okay to take you down the mountain, but the poor monk has a request." ”

"What do you want, just take me down the mountain, don't say one, ten will do!" exclaimed Salted Fish excitedly.