Early in the morning, when Wang Dong got up, he found that it was already foggy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The clouds drifted gently like goose down, and a milky cloud swept through the grass. A puff of fog rises over the Don River. Moving, stretching out along the slopes of the white limestone peaks. Like a gray headless green snake, it burrowed into the cliff, and a vast fog covered the land.

It seemed to be a gentle rain that was extremely fine, and the woods were covered with a layer of mist, as if they were floating, and at the end of the field, the smoke was filled, as if in a dream.

On the top of the mountain, there is a faint air flow that flows, like a veil, I don't know whether it is clouds, smoke, and fog, and a thin milky white air flow like a yarn gently ripples in the wheat tops, and the gray fog fills the earth, as if it is hiding the mystery of the changes in nature.

A gray mist on the top of the mountain, under the afterglow of the setting sun, radiated like a brilliant crown, and in the distance of the river, the mist was cloudy, rippling with a touch of blue, and the fog was like a mischievous elf, casting magic, waving that fantastical veil to confuse people.

The fog enveloped the village, as if it were swimming in the fog. Walking out of the door, the thin hazy moisture hit his face, and the light fluff on his face seemed to be unbearable, and Ying Ying smiled.

The eyelashes are accompanied by gentle droplets, and the cool feeling moistens the bottom of the heart. But everyone had not yet gotten up, not realizing this beauty, and a few people, dressed in the mist, hurriedly walked and walked in the mist.

Today is the eighth day of the lunar month, referred to as Laba, Wang Dong got up early, just to prepare a sweet Laba porridge to surprise Li Na and the two.

Wang Dong was ready yesterday, mung beans, cowpeas, river beans, rice, millet walnuts, raisins...... There were a lot of things, more than a dozen, put them in the pot, and began to cook rice.

"Ah, Dongzi, you got up so early"! The arrival of Li Na and the others made Wang Dong a little surprised, because it was only a little more than six o'clock, and it was usually eight o'clock on time.

"It's Laba today, so let's come early and see if there's anything we can help with." Seeing Wang Dong's strange expression, Li Na said with disgust.

"It's almost like helping, it's almost like helping, tell me, when did this Laba Festival originate?" Wang Dong glared at and asked with a grin.

"Don't underestimate people, hmph, I know." Li Na glanced at her and continued: "Laba Festival, commonly known as "Laba", is a traditional festival of our Han nationality, and the folk spread the custom of eating "Laba porridge" and soaking Laba garlic (in some places it is "Laba rice")."

In Henan and other places, Laba porridge is also known as "everyone's rice", which is a kind of festival food custom to commemorate the national hero Yue Fei. Laba is the ancient celebration of the harvest, thank the ancestors and gods (including the door god, the household god, the house god, the stove god, the well god) of the sacrificial ceremony, the Xia Dynasty called the day "Jiaping", the Shang Dynasty for the "Qing Ceremony", the Zhou Dynasty for the "big wax"; Because it is held in December, it is called the month of wax, and the day of the wax festival is called the wax day. The wax day of the pre-Qin period is the third day after the winter solstice.

Laba Festival is used to worship ancestors and gods, pray for a good harvest and auspicious festival, later the Eastern Han Dynasty Buddhism was introduced, in order to expand the influence in the local culture to attach to the traditional culture of the Laba Festival as the Buddha's enlightenment day. Am I right? Li Na held her head high proudly, like a victorious general.

"Sister Nana, don't say it, let me tell me, I know it too."

Laba Festival, commonly known as "Laba", that is, the eighth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, the ancients had the tradition of sacrificing to the ancestral gods and praying for a good harvest, and some areas had the custom of drinking Laba porridge and soaking Laba garlic. The moon at the end of the year is called "wax moon" with three meanings: one is "wax person, pick up", which means the alternation of the old and the new (recorded in the Book of Sui and Etiquette); The second is said to be "the same hunt of the wax", which refers to the field hunting to obtain birds and beasts to worship the ancestors and gods, and the "wax" from the side of the "meat" is the "winter sacrifice" with meat; The third is said to be "wax, chasing the epidemic and welcoming spring".

In traditional festivals, there is a saying of "three yuan and five waxes". Qing Pan Rongma's "Ji Sheng Laba in the Year of Emperor Jing" has: "On the eighth day of the lunar month, the prince is la, and every family cooks fruit porridge. All of them pick the rice beans on the pre-day, and carve the characters with 100 fruits. Three more cooking porridge, worship the family hall, door stove, Longmu, family food, feed relatives, for Laba porridge. "In ancient times, during the Laba Festival, porridge would be boiled in the palace and distributed to hundreds of civil and military officials, and temples around the country would give porridge to the people to express their prayers for the promotion of the Dharma and the benefit of life."

"What's the matter, I'm stunned, don't look at who we are, teacher, can you do it if you don't understand this?" Gao Yuanyuan was very stinky and showed off, chattering endlessly.

Wang Dong realized that he had made a mistake and deserved to be abused by discussing these issues with his teacher.

"Dongzi, I want to ask Hu Lili to come over for dinner, after all, today is a holiday, she eats alone in the dormitory, and she always feels bad." Li Na, Gao Yuanyuan, but gradually became familiar with Hu Lili, and often brought them over for dinner, Wang Dong had no opinion on this.

"Yes, yes, yes, go and come back quickly." For this, Wang Dong agrees with both hands, and thinks of his relatives every festival, even if the distance is close and he can't go home, it's the same.

"It's coming, it's coming, let's drink it while it's hot, it's not enough to have it in the pot, it's more." After Hu Lili came, when the personnel arrived, Wang Dong came out with a small pot.

"Thank you, thank you". Hu Lili's eyes were red and she felt very warm.

Seeing that the jade vegetables were about to ripen, Wang Dong had some ideas. A pound of wheat is the money of a pound of wheat, but when it is made into steamed buns, the profit is several times greater.

Although the price of Wang Dong's sale of jade vegetables was not low before, after all, it was the first link, if it could be made into a delicacy and sold, it would be several times the profit.

This boutique restaurant is naturally a high-end route, not in the town, not in the county, at least in the urban area.

Moreover, next to Yunhai City, is the international metropolis of Donglin City, as long as the fame is out, there is no need to worry about no source of customers.

"Uncle, you finally remembered me, if you don't come again, I'll run away." For Wang Dong, who was belated, Zhao Min was angry.

originally thought that Wang Dong had taken a fancy to himself and wanted to be his lover, and he was frightened at first, but after not showing up for a week, Zhao Min was anxious.

It's good now, half a month has passed, and it only appears once.

"Aren't I busy with this?" Wang Dong smiled, he really forgot about this little girl in the past few days, but he didn't dare to admit it.

"Let's go, I'll take you around the city." After so many days, Zhao Min also figured out that Wang Dong was not so good to himself because he was in love with himself.

"What are you doing in the city?" Although Zhao Min was not angry, he still put on an angry appearance and made up his mind that if this hateful guy didn't apologize, he wouldn't give him a good face.

"I want to open a restaurant, you can also give me a reference." Wang Dong also thought that he would combine Chinese and Western things in the future to see if he could find a bigger place.

"How big is the restaurant, can you open it yourself"? Soon, Zhao Min forgot the oath he had just made, and asked excitedly, he has been idle for so long, and if the restaurant opens, he can be regarded as having a job.

"Well, I'm going to find a bigger place and see if there's a suitable one." Wang Dong drove around the city, but he never found a suitable place, either the store was too small or there was no parking space.

"Uncle, you're too stupid, you want to find a bigger place, there is no one in the city, you can go to the periphery to have a look, there must be more big places there." Zhao Min tilted his little head and gave his opinion.

"Haha, really, I'm confused." Wang Dong felt that he was limited by tradition, and in the past, if he wanted to open a hotel, he had to find a place in the city with a large flow of people, but now he is still different from ordinary hotels.

"It's still a smart little girl, let's go." After a few more turns, Wang Dong finally took a fancy to a place, in the outer ring, not far from the city, a two-story building, not big or small, the area in front of the door is large, there are enough parking spaces, it is indeed very in line with himself, and there is a sign hanging on it, for sale.