Chapter 347 Leads "People" into it, wins 7

Laba porridge in the north is very delicious, even if Chun Ge returned to the southeast and has never forgotten it, but it is a pity that Chun Ge and Lin Xun are busy in this year's Laba Festival, so Chun Ge is ready to spend a day of ordinary husband and wife with Lin Hu the day before separation.

"Chunge, aren't you okay?" Lin Xun looked at the pot of colorful porridge and smelled the tempting fragrance, and he was already hungry.

"Do you think Laba porridge is easy to cook?" It took Chun Ge a few days to learn how to make laba porridge. Most people in the south eat Laba rice, and this is the first time he has officially cooked a bowl of Laba porridge.

"How so?" Lin Xun took a towel, wiped the beads of sweat from the corners of Chunge's forehead, and said with a smile: "Then the husband will tell you a story about Laba porridge." ”

What kind of person is Chunge, a world-famous talent, he hasn't heard any stories, but he just likes those stories coming out of Lin Xun's mouth, so he doesn't interrupt: "Let's hear it." ”

"Laba Festival is also known as the Buddha's Enlightenment Festival." Lin Xun almost didn't take a fan, otherwise that virtue was the same as Chunge, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Laba Festival, also known as the Buddha's Enlightenment Festival, legend has it that the founder of Tianzhu Buddhism, Shakyamuni, was the son of King Kapila Guardian of the Kingdom of Pure Rice, he saw that all beings were suffering from birth, old age, sickness and death, and was dissatisfied with the divine rule of the Brahmins at that time, so he gave up the throne and became a monk." Lin Xun paused, turned around and poured a cup of tea for Chunge, and then said: "There was no harvest at first, but after six years of penance, the emperor lived up to his painstaking efforts. On the eighth day of the lunar month, enlightenment became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree, so the people eat porridge on this day, and after eating, they can get the blessing of the Buddha. That's why the people call it Buddha porridge. ”

"Yes, there are rumors of this." Of course, Chun Ge had heard this story, he covered the pot, picked up the tea poured by Lin Xun and said, "I also have a story about the Laba Festival here. ”

"Listen up." Lin Xun deliberately rubbed his ears and said.

Chunge rolled his eyes helplessly and said, "Earlier." There is such a family of four, two old and two sons. The old couple is very diligent and works in the fields all year round. Spring ploughing, summer hoeing and autumn harvest, conscientious and conscientious days. All kinds of food stored in the house are large hoards and small hoards. There is also a big jujube tree in their yard, the old couple carefully cultivated, and the jujube produced is crisp and sweet.

The old couple ran tightly to marry a daughter-in-law for their two sons.

Seeing that his son is reaching the age when he should marry a daughter-in-law day by day. The old couple are also too old, and when the old father was dying, he told his brothers to plant crops well; When the old mother was dying, she instructed her brothers to take good care of the jujube trees in the yard and save money and grain to marry their daughters-in-law.

The family of four is now left with only the two brothers to live. When the elder brother saw this big hoard full of small hoards of grain, he said to his younger brother: We have so much food, it's enough, let's take a year off this year!

The younger brother said: This year, the jujube tree should not be tightened. Anyway, we don't lack dates to eat.

In this way, the brothers became more and more lazy and greedy. Just knowing that you eat, drink and have fun every year, you will eat up the grain in a few years, and the jujube trees in the yard will not bear as many dates as a year.

This year, on the eighth day of the lunar month, there is really nothing to eat at home, what should I do? The elder brother found a small broom, and the younger brother brought a small dustpan and swept it in the bottom of the big hoard and the small hoard that held the grain before. Sweep a handful of yellow rice grains from here, find a handful of red beans from there, and just like that, a few handfuls of miscellaneous grains and grains are gathered, and the number is not much. There were a lot of samples, and finally I found a few dried red dates, put them in the pot and boiled them together. After cooking, the brothers ate the porridge made up of whole grains, looked at each other, and remembered what their parents said before they died, and regretted it very much.

The brothers tasted the bitterness of laziness, and the loser turned back, and the next year they became diligent, and like their parents, they lived a good life again in a few years, married a daughter-in-law, and had children.

In order to remember the lesson of laziness, people must not forget to live diligently and thriftily, since then, every day on the eighth day of the lunar month, people eat porridge made of grains mixed together, because this day is the eighth day of the lunar month, so people call Laba porridge. ”

"Your story is new." Lin Xun has read so many classics in ancient and modern times, and he has never seen this story.

"When I was working in Matsuseong, an old woman told her grandson, and at that time I thought it made a lot of sense, so I wrote it down." Chunge was still shocked by the story of the old woman at that time, thinking that an old woman could tell such a philosophical story, and thinking that Songcheng must be a potential stock for the development of culture.

"What are you doing with me, I didn't come out for a long time, I was in this small kitchen, setting up a stall and being a storyteller." Lin Mu and Xiao Qizi were waiting outside in a hurry, but they didn't expect to hear two stories as soon as they entered the door.

"This porridge is estimated to be a little better, why don't you two talk about it too?" Chunge pointed to the chair next to him and said.

"Okay." Lin Mu didn't know what politeness was, so he sat down beside Lin Xun and said, "Little flag, you say it first." ”

Xiao Qizi just sat down and was about to listen to the story, but he never thought that it would be his turn, fortunately he really knew a few stories of Laba.

"Legend has it that one of the five emperors of the ancients, he had three sons, and those three sons became evil ghosts after they died, and they came out to frighten the children. Adults think that children's strokes and ill health are due to the plague. These evil ghosts are not afraid of heaven and earth, and they are only afraid of red (red) beans, so there is a saying that "red beans fight ghosts". Therefore, on the eighth day of the lunar month, red beans and red beans are used to boil porridge to dispel the epidemic and welcome auspiciousness and preserve the peace of the year. "Xiao Qizi still remembers that this story was told to him by Ji Qian once.

After hearing this, Chun Ge and the others shifted their eyes to Lin Mu, Rao is this guy is extremely thick-skinned, and he is embarrassed not to speak.

"It is said that Qin Shi Huang built the Great Wall, and the world's migrant workers came by order, and they couldn't go home for many years, and they relied on their families to send food. Some migrant workers are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and food cannot be delivered, resulting in many migrant workers starving to death at the Great Wall construction site. One year, on the eighth day of the lunar month, the migrant workers who had no food to eat accumulated a few handfuls of grains, put them in a pot and boiled them into gruel, each drank a bowl, and finally starved to death under the Great Wall. In order to mourn the migrant workers who starved to death at the construction site of the Great Wall, people eat "Laba porridge" on the eighth day of the lunar month every year to commemorate it. Lin Mu laughed dryly, and seemed to be embarrassed to look at Lin Xun, because this story was collected by Lin Xun when he traveled to the corners of the Great Wall.

"The porridge is ready." Chun Ge smelled the smell and exclaimed in surprise.

"It smells so good." Lin Mu was the first to pounce in front of the pot, opened the lid of the pot, and sure enough, a burst of aroma came to his nose.

"Pop" Fortunately, Xiaoqizi is quick-eyed, otherwise this first bowl of porridge will be taken away by the forest.

Chun Ge and Lin Xun came hand in hand, taking advantage of the quarrel between Lin Mu and Xiaoqizi, they hurriedly filled a bowl, I didn't know if I tasted it, I was shocked when I tasted it, this taste is really like a chef's style.

"My lord, your skills are getting better and better." When Lin Mu finished eating one bowl and another bowl, he gave a thumbs up and said.

"It would be better if you ate fewer bowls." Chun Ge couldn't help but smile when he looked at Lin Mu's mouth that had been non-stop.

"Okay, okay, you two hurry up and finish eating, hurry up." Lin Xun was depressed, he and Chun Ge were two people, why did Lin Mu come here with a small flag so indifferently.

"It's okay, you eat first, I'll go out for a while." Chun Ge put eight more bowls of porridge, put them on a large plate, and brought them out, Lin Xun and the others also knew who Chun Ge was for, and the big guy didn't say anything.

Chun Ge took these bowls of porridge, went to the pear tree in the courtyard, and after setting them one by one, he called out to the shadows: "Thirteen, take Ah Jiu and them to eat porridge." ”

The eighteenth rank and eight people hidden in the shadows were shocked at first, they were the people who came up by Anu's hand, and they were protecting Chunge a few years ago, but on the day Anu's identity was revealed, they all knew that the relationship between them and Chunge could not go back to the past.

"Your Excellency." Thirteen took Ah Jiu and them out of the shadows, counting that this was the first time they appeared after coming to the north, and the rest of the time they were secretly protecting, or spying on Chunge, they really didn't expect Chunge to invite them to drink porridge.

The eight people sat down a little stiffly, didn't dare to say much, and took Laba porridge and drank it.

"You don't have to be so restricted." Chun Ge smiled faintly and said: "Counting it, we have known each other for more than ten years, no matter what identity we are now, our friendship is always there." ”

The thirteen and others were very uncomfortable in their hearts, they were the commanders, and they were destined to hide in the shadows, but Chunge gave them a different life. The first time they gave disaster relief, the first time they went to the battlefield, the first time they made war exploits, the first time they lived like soldiers, and the first time they spoke with dignity, they were all given to them by Chunge, but now their responsibility is to monitor Chunge. It is difficult for them to accept such a change, but they also have to accept it.

"I knew we were going to be here today, but I don't want to treat you like strangers." Chun Ge knew that his words and deeds were reported to Su Jianyu by the thirteen of them, but he didn't care, if it was replaced by another commander, he was afraid that it would be even more excessive, and the thirteen of them were also merciful.

"My lord, we did not betray you." Ah Jiu can speak well on weekdays, but now he can't say half a word in the face of Chunge. Chunge treats them well, and they all remember it, so most of their reports on Chunge's information are fuzzy.

"I hope you will report my affairs in the north truthfully." Chun Ge didn't want to be for his group. Looking at the puzzled faces, Chun Ge said unhurriedly: "I used a trick to gain the trust of the King of the South, and Lin Xun pretended to be Longyang Jun, there is nothing unseemly, you don't have to deliberately hide it for me, so as not to bring disaster to yourself." ”

"My lord, we know." Fu'er ate the porridge made by Chun Ge herself, and tears kept accumulating in her eyes.