Chapter Twenty-Eight: Everyone Loves the New Year

Li Qiao was not worried at all about going to Qingxiang Valley to sneak attack.

He knew better than Tie Xinyuan how perfect the defense of Qingxiang Valley was, and he had done the late adjustment of the defense arrangement there.

A cloud with a thousand people wants to capture the Qingxiang Valley, which has no internal worries, is purely a pipe dream.

Li Qiao, who had experience in leading the army in Qingtang, was not comparable to Tiexinyuan's battlefield Bai Ding, so he was very confident in the defense of Qingxiang Valley that he had arranged.

After dawn, the fires were still burning, and the smoke was billowing from the mouth of the valley, but no one came out of there.

Soon the frozen stream in the valley suddenly began to flow murky water, which was not big at first, and soon became a torrent of ash and scorched tree trunks rushing down the river, almost a black river.

The fires in the valley were rapidly getting smaller, and by the time Li Qiao and the others started to eat lunch, there were not many open flames in the valley, only some tall cedars were still burning like candles.

Li Qiao stepped on the hot ground into this black valley, and after everyone took a look at the tragic situation in the valley, they retreated the same way.

In the middle of the valley, because there is not much combustible, the burn is not very serious, but because of the surrounding fire, the air in the valley is used by the flames to help burn, and naturally there is no excess air for people to breathe.

A valley in Noda turned into a giant oven at that moment......

Li Qiao smelled the scorching smell of barbecue and decided not to want anything in the valley, this year's hunt has ended, Chinese New Year's Eve is coming, this is the most important festival of the year in Qingxiang Valley, and must all go back to participate in the celebration.

The festival of the gods has gradually been forgotten in the valley of fragrance, perhaps those wild people in the Western Regions wander on the Gobi Desert all year round, and the hardships of life have left them with no energy to celebrate the festival of the gods for many years.

People can't eat enough, where is the energy to worship God!

Brother Yuan had long made up his mind to give all the clansmen of Qingxiang Valley an unforgettable Chinese New Year's Eve.

For this reason, he spared no expense in sending people to invite the best kabuki troupe from distant Kakuzi to cheer up the festival.

Everyone who fought or worked outside was bent on returning to Qingxiang Valley to participate in the rarest reunion of their lives.

Only by imprinting the joy of Chinese New Year's Eve into the hearts of the tribesmen forever will they have a hope for Chinese New Year's Eve in the future.

Most of the Han festivals are joy-oriented, and even Qingming, a day to pay tribute to ancestors, has mostly evolved into a spring outing for the whole family.

This plan was carried out very early, and the great cannibal Mahim took his caravan to Qiuci in the autumn, and he would take the best Kabuki of Qiuci directly through the desert to the west through Loulan, through Puchanghai and finally to Hami.

The advantage of this is that you don't have to climb over the snow-capped Tianshan Mountains, and the disadvantage is that the road is more than twice as farth, and most of the places you pass through are uninhabited and savage.

Mahim didn't care about the distance of the road, he only cared that Tie Xinyuan could share his profits with Agate.

Kabuki was so famous that the city-state even relied on Kabuki to support it.

It is precisely because there are the most enthusiastic dances, the most beautiful music, and the most delicate dancers that this city-state without much force has survived tenaciously in the Western Regions, where the war has never stopped.

Even the most vicious occupiers want to see lively dancing, hear beautiful music, and drink and sing with the most beautiful dancers in their arms.

It was an undefended city, and no one cared who lived in the city lord's mansion, and it was easy for the people there to pay taxes, as long as the previous city lord was killed.

Therefore, in that city of singing and dancing, it is easy for people to enjoy food and music while watching the fierce war going on in the city lord's mansion.

They even have a famous proverb that as long as the boys can still dance on the table, and the girls still have a beautiful singing voice, the turtles will never die.

In fact, this kind of proverb said by the people of the Western Regions has a strong timeliness, just like Loulan is known as the eternal pearl, after the abrupt diversion of the Peacock River, this pearl of the Western Regions was buried by the sand.

Now except for the fishermen on the Puchang Sea, almost no one goes to the ancient country of Loulan to see the ruins there.

Tie Xinyuan was not interested in looking, although theoretically it was still his sphere of influence, he still couldn't raise the slightest interest, although a long time ago, he was very interested in the Loulan female corpse unearthed there, and he wanted to see it.

After arriving in the Great Song Dynasty, there was no interest at all, and the world full of antiques was everywhere, and antiques were no longer antiques.

Although the corpse of the Loulan woman is still lying quietly in the coffin, he can take it as his own, but seeing the mother-in-law of the Western Regions all over the valley, and the pattern of the Loulan beauty restored by the computer in later generations, he is extremely suspicious that the person who restored the Loulan beauty has added his own fantasy to it.

The Essence Man can't be found now, and the Shache Man can't be found, and Dawan Tianma has long been hybridized.

These beautiful and legendary kingdoms have no charm once there is no room for imagination.

When he was a child, Li Qiao returned to Qingxiang Valley, and after all the people in Qingxiang Valley returned, Tie Xinyuan ordered the gate of Qingxiang Valley to be closed.

From now until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, all work will be stopped, and all work will be stopped.

It's the end of the year, and even the mules and horses need to rest, let alone those who have been working for a whole year.

The Bon monastery in the mountains behind the Qingxiang Valley stopped working, and Sakya, Rinpo, and hundreds of Venerable Lamas who had traveled from all over Tibet also stopped their work.

A variety of colorful paints began to decorate the Kayoya Valley Field, which was the main venue.

Li Qiao, who had just returned, threw himself into this work at the first time, and the burned one-foot-thick clay pipe was shallow buried in the ground, and after the hot spring flowed through the clay pipe, the large grain field became a huge hot kang.

Even if you don't wear a fur coat, you won't feel the slightest coldness here.

The men began to slaughter cattle and sheep on the day of the new year, and just after washing and peeling the cattle and sheep and hanging them on the tuyere for a meal, they were frozen hard, and when the time came, they only needed to be cut with a machete and thrown into a large pot to cook a delicious meal.

The women took out the rare new grain, ground it into flour on a water mill, and after a fine sieve, the white flour was put into cloth bags and began to make naan.

As for the extremely professional thing like fried oil cakes, Wang Rouhua still needs to do it herself, Zhuoma, who can only knead the tsampa dumplings with her hands, and Zema can only stand aside and watch Wang Rouhua and Mama Zhang cooperate skillfully to make fried dough sticks and oil cakes, as well as those beautiful little twists.

After eating Wang Rouhua's fried twist flowers, they had no opinion on Wang Rouhua's status as the supreme leader.

Most of the women of the Khotanese royal family are ingenious people, after learning from Wang Rouhua for a while, they have been very proficient, they can even stretch the dough into a mess of thin noodles, and then throw them into the oil pot, and when the thin noodles come out, they are called dumplings.

After the dough is covered with red dates and candied fruit, as soon as it comes out of the pot, the rich sweet aroma envelops the valley for a long time.

The men would take a deep breath as they passed by, and then continue to build the table with a satisfied expression.

The children were reluctant to leave the steaming pancakes, staring at the sparrows around them with drooling water, preventing them from stealing any of their own delicacies.

The men cleaned the cattle pens, sheep pens, and horse pens, filled the clean loess in the livestock sheds, and then brushed the big animals carefully, and swept the stone roads clean, and the snow was piled on the side of the road, and the road was sprinkled with a layer of yellow sand.

Thousands of red lanterns hang on trees, just waiting for Chinese New Year's Eve to be lit.

Although this is very depletion of kerosene, a by-product of refining light oil, Tie Xinyuan gritted his teeth and stomped his feet to agree.

Making wine from grain in the Western Regions is a matter of pure foolishness, so there are only mare's milk wine and a myriad of fruit wines, among which the fruit wine made from mountain grapes tastes the best.

In the autumn, the women of the valley collected a lot of wild fruits, and there was a special warehouse in the wolf's den for storing the fruit wine made from wild fruits.

It's not Chinese New Year's Eve yet, and the people in the whole valley already know that in three days, it will be the most lively moment in the valley - Chinese New Year's Eve!

The Song people naturally know the meaning of Chinese New Year's Eve, and the people of the Western Regions now also know that Chinese New Year's Eve is the beginning of the year, and on this night, they need to stay awake all night to keep the New Year, and at the same time, they must also watch their children so as not to be taken by the New Year beast.

This year's Han New Year and the Tibetan New Year in Tibet are eight days apart, as for the group of Qingxianggu people who believe in the gods, they did not observe the tradition of not eating during the day during Ramadan, and now when it comes to the Eid al-Fitr festival of Qingxianggu, they are even more prepared and ready to eat.

The Sakya Guru wanted to replace the Han calendar with the Tibetan New Year, but Tie Xinyuan sternly rejected it, and did not give them any cracks to drill.

Therefore, the Bon religion, which is good at change, soon planned to chant more than 100 venerable people together on Chinese New Year's Eve, exceeding the dead and blessing the living.

Tie Xinyuan had seen it, and those Venerable Beings had already practiced in the wolf's den many times in advance, and they were all wearing extremely gorgeous magic robes, and the Dharma was solemn and outrageous.

It seems that Sakya is determined to preach the Dharma on Chinese New Year's Eve.

The people in Qingxiang Valley are all busy with the celebration, and the only people who are really working seem to be Tie Xinyuan, Gaga, and Yu Chiwen.

In the underground of the wolf's den, there was a huge gap, and Tie Er had dug more than a dozen dark rooms in this crack to serve as a prison for Qingxiang Valley.

Today, the first person lucky enough to live in the black prison is a cloud. (To be continued.) )