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After breakfast, grandma began to get busy again, tomorrow is the Qingming Festival, also known as the Cold Food Festival.

Legend has it that in the Spring and Autumn Period, when Jin Wengong was in exile in other countries, there was a hunger, the minister Jie Zi Tui had cut shares for him to fill his hunger, Jin Wen Gong returned to the country as the king, and only forgot Jie Zi Tui when he divided the vassals, Jie Zi Tui did not want to boast of his merits and compete for favor, and lived in seclusion in Mianshan with his mother, and later Jin Wen Gong personally went to Mianshan to invite Jie Zi Tui, but Jie Zi Tui was unwilling to re-enter the WTO as an official, and hid in the mountains and forests after refusing,

Duke Jin Wen ordered his subordinates to set fire to the mountain, originally intending to force Jie Zi to push out of the mountain, but Jie Zitui was burned alive under a big tree while holding his mother.

In order to commemorate this loyal minister and righteous man, Jin Wengong ordered that he should not make a fire to cook at the time of Jie Zitui's death, but eat cold food, and later the world called this day "Cold Food Festival".

The actual "Cold Food Festival" originated from the custom of the ancients to drill fire with different trees due to different seasons, and there is a custom of changing the season to change the fire.

When the new fire is changed, when the new fire does not arrive, it is forbidden for people to make fires, in short, the main custom of this festival is to ban fire, people can only eat prepared cooked food, cold food.

With the passage of time in later generations, the custom of cold food was gradually moved to Qingming, what to eat in cold food?

Most of the foods in history have profound meanings, and the types are also very rich, including cold porridge, cold noodles, cold slurry, etc., scattered as many as dozens of kinds, and most of the food of the cold food festival has been lost until now, but some have been passed down to this day.

Nowadays, grandma is going to make the green artemisia baba that must be eaten during the local Qingming Festival, also called Qingtuanzi.

This Artemisia annua is not complicated to make, but it takes a lot of work, Artemisia annua is also called Artemisia annua, which belongs to the season surname wild vegetables.

He Kun helped take out the tender artemisia that had been soaked for a few days, wash it and chop it, put it in a porcelain basin, add glutinous rice flour, mix the eggs together and stir evenly.

The whole dough looks green after stirring, pour some vegetable oil after heating the pan, and the fried Artemisia annua baba is soft and glutinous, and the fragrance is incomparable, and the faint aroma of Artemisia annua is even more inducing people can't stop their mouths.

If you are not satisfied with the simple taste, you can wrap it in bean paste, jujube paste, or pickled dried tofu and so on, and choose according to your personal taste.

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"Fifteen days after the vernal equinox, the bucket finger Ding, for the Qingming, when everything is clean and clear, when the cover is clear, everything is visible.

Qingming is one hundred and eight days after the winter solstice, one hundred and eight represents the perfection, auspiciousness, rescue, high and profound large number, full of deep meaning, now Qingming has been sincere and benevolent to remember the deceased relatives, sacrifice the ancestors of the great said, worship the ancestors, look at the beautiful spring.

In the morning, the strong fragrance of Artemisia annua wafted out from the courtyard of He Kun's house, and He Kun looked through his confused eyes, faintly watching the figure busy working.

I washed my face and looked at the time when it was just over five o'clock, and my grandmother was busy in the kitchen as soon as it was dawn.

"Grandma, why is it so early today?" He Kun was full of doubts, yawning, stretching his waist, and his whole body was full of laziness.

His nose twitched, and his attention shifted to his grandmother's hand, seeing that grandma was wrapping artemisia baba, and there was already a lot of it in the steamer next to her, and it seemed that she had been doing it for a while.

"Nothing." Grandma didn't say anything, she was busy with her own work, covered the full cage drawer, put it on the iron pot and began to simmer.

"Get up, let's go." The old man walked out of the utility room, holding a shovel in his hand, and when he saw He Kun getting up, he clapped his hands and said.

"Let's go? Where are you going? He Kun was a little puzzled, he hadn't eaten yet, what was going on, he asked in a whisper as he walked behind his grandfather.

It turned out that today's sacrificial cemetery, the ancestors of the He family, are too old, and they can only be done according to the old people in the village, including the old lady and grandfather, who also came today, standing at the entrance of the village early, with several grandparents behind him, with children and grandchildren.

He Kun looked at it, the uncle, the third uncle, the uncles and elders of each family, and the large and small radishes on the side also came, more than a dozen.

"Dad, everyone is here." The grandfather saw that all the families had come, stepped forward and said, the old lady nodded, and a group of people went up the mountain in a mighty way.

Chaoyang Peak, it is rare to be so lively, each family pays money, mainly a few old people in the village are preparing, this thing has been prepared several days in advance, and the Qingming hanging is more formal and complicated.

He Kun followed closely, looking left and right, there were relatively few people from his parents and his own generation, either they were not there, or they were still sleeping.

This period of time is indeed a bit hard, not only the work on the construction site is busy, but also the rush to complete their own fields during the spring ploughing period, for which many extra night shifts. The older generation also turned a blind eye to this, and if they didn't come, they wouldn't come, and they didn't care too much. As for the older generation themselves, they are quite complete.

On the way up the mountain, He Kun was followed by a group of small radish, looking around, so restless, mostly playful, stopping from time to time to pick a flower, chasing butterflies, with a happy face, touring the mountains and rivers.

Some of them are too much to play, and after their adults saw it, they grabbed their buttocks twice, and they cried all over the sky for a while, but they responded to the scene of Qingming remembering their ancestors, and there was a sad atmosphere.

The cemetery looks a little messy, more or less desolate, and some of the graves are not very clear, but these are the ancestors of the He family.

As the elders gradually divided the family, the sacrifice is relatively much less, each family sacrifices their own family, there are some years left, it is not clear which room of the grave is set aside, the old people in the village organize everyone to sacrifice together, every year Qingming has to come to the public sacrifice. After all, they are all the elders of the He family.

The elders stepped forward to place offerings, fruits, food, wine, and paper with two knives per family. Each family came forward to worship, and the rest of the people cleaned up the grave, these messy branches, there were many small animals in the wild grass, snakes, rats, etc., a bunch of radish heads cleaned up, and they forgot about business, busy catching crickets, fighting grass snakes, and watching the adults cry and laugh.

The big sacrifice is actually a bit messy, in the end everyone kowtows, set off firecrackers, each holding a flag in his hand, inserted in the grave, the rules are better anymore, now it is good to have someone to sacrifice, but the old lady and grandfather watched a group of children frolicking, and his face was still a little depressed.

He Kun looked at him but didn't know what to say, when he was young, he was afraid that it would be the same, so he didn't open his mouth to say anything. Helping his old man slowly walk down the mountain.

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