"Come on, young master, I'll clip you a piece of suckling pork. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Shopkeeper Zhao cut open the belly of the roast goose, and pieces of roasted golden suckling pork rolled down from it. He took a piece with his chopsticks and put it in Fang Hong's bowl.

These suckling pork are very large, each piece is the size of a baby's fist, the lean meat is firm, the fat is smooth and tender, and the pork skin is charred and burnt, which is very tempting to look at.

Fang Hong took a hard breath of the scent of osmanthus and barbecue in the air, and then stuffed this piece of meat into his mouth. As soon as the meat entered his mouth, a mouthful of the sauce mixed with the delicious flavor of the fat exploded in his mouth.

The meat of the suckling pig is very tender, and after simmering it in the belly of the roast goose, the taste is even softer and glutinous. But at the same time, because the pork has been roasted, it is also mixed with crispy and burnt flavor.

The taste of osmanthus can effectively remove the fishy and greasy meat, and enhance the overall taste of the meat.

After Fang Hong chewed twice in his mouth, he sandwiched a piece of roast suckling pork again and feasted on it.

"Young master, you can taste this soup again. The shopkeeper Zhao saw that Fang Hong was eating happily, picked up the spoon again, and gave him a bowl of fragrant whitebait soup.

The whitebait soup is made with old chicken broth as a base and is served with shredded ham, shredded tofu and ginger. Of course, as a whitebait soup, this little whitebait is indispensable.

The small whitebait, which is thin and white, but only an inch long, sinks into the translucent soup. Take a spoon and gently scoop it, and you can also drag out a thin thread. Take a sip gently, it is creamy, fragrant, and all kinds of tastes are intertwined in the mouth. The slight greasy stuff that I had just eaten a large piece of pork was completely dispelled.

Fang Hong ate this meal for half an hour, but Rao was like this, there were still a lot of dishes that had not been eaten, which made him secretly cry out in his heart that it was a pity. When I returned to the village, it was difficult to eat anything like this.

However, if he was allowed to live here like this, he would definitely not be happy. After leaving Giethoorn Village, this feeling of weakness is not comfortable. Although his body is still the same as a normal person, compared to before, the gap is too great.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, where is the Chenghuang Temple in Changning County, I want to go over and take a look. Fang Hong touched his stomach, picked up a bowl of tea on the side, and was rinsing his mouth.

"This City God Temple, in the east of the city, if the young master wants to go and see it, I will let the guy lead you over in a while. Shopkeeper Zhao sat on the chair next to Fang Hong and said with a smile.

"Well, go buy me some incense sticks, and I'll go shopping in the afternoon." Fang Hong nodded, thinking in his heart, since he wanted to have a good relationship with his boss, the gift must be indispensable.

Generally speaking, this mortal offering is not available to the gods. After all, they are just yin gods, a mass of mysterious will, and of course they can't use worldly things. Even if they become yang gods and have substance, this mortal sacrifice is also an impurity for them, and they can't eat it.

However, after the use of the offerings, more incense will be produced, which will be of greater benefit to the deities. This is also the reason why there are many festivals to celebrate around the gods, because in such festivals, not only will there be a large number of people to worship, but there will also be a lot of sacrifices, which will be of great help to the gods.

Fang Hong didn't know if his subordinate would produce incense when he worshiped his boss, but this etiquette must have to be a full set. Otherwise, if the old man of the city god is unhappy and doesn't give himself an edict, it won't be crying.

Not only is Lido not blamed on people, but also on this god.

"It's simple, not far from the side of Fangjia's rice shop, there is the incense and candle shop, I will ask people to prepare it. "Because it's not a major sacrifice, the sacrifice or something is still very well prepared.

The efficiency of the shopkeeper Zhao is very fast, and it only takes half an hour to get things ready. In addition to some incense candlesticks and some fruits, there is also a large pig's head, which looks like it is a lot of money.

"Come, you two, pick up your things and go to the City God Temple with the young master. He also called two men and asked them to carry the things.

"Shopkeeper Zhao, you are really a good person, I'll go back and ask my dad to give you a boost. Fang Hong looked at the busy figure of the shopkeeper Zhao, and was a little moved in his heart, so he spoke.

"In this way, then thank you young master. Shopkeeper Zhao smiled, arched his hand towards Fang Hong, and continued to get busy.

Fang Hong was going to the City God Temple, but the shopkeeper Zhao didn't follow because he wanted to guard the shop, but just let the two guys follow. In order to protect Fang Hong's safety, Ah Cai and Ah Gui also followed.

Because there is a Luotang River in Changning County, there are many merchants who come and go, so this road is built extremely wide and smooth, about two zhang wide, the pedestrians come and go endlessly, and there are many traders on the side who are selling, so it is not lively.

Fang Hong really became a hillbilly and entered the city, stopping and stopping along the way, anything could arouse his curiosity. There are only about 100 households in their Giethoorn Village, and outsiders rarely come over, and at most they meet a few merchants throughout the year.

"Hey, there are so many people there, is it the City God Temple?" At the east end of the city, Fang Hong saw a temple, and there were people coming in and out, so he subconsciously wanted to run inside.

"Hey, young master, it's wrong, it's wrong, this is the Temple of Literature, not the City God Temple. The two guys were a little crying and laughing, and hurriedly pulled Fang Hong back.

Only then did Fang Hong notice that in the middle of the courtyard was a stone statue of an old man wearing a wide robe, which obviously did not look like a city god. He looked up and saw that on the plaque at the entrance of the temple, the word "Temple of Literature" was written.

"It turns out that this is the Temple of Literature, what god is enshrined in the Temple of Literature?" Fang Hong hadn't entered the city much, thinking that since it was a temple, it was estimated that it was a god in charge of the fortune of the world.

The young master laughed, this Confucian Temple is dedicated to the Confucian saints and the rest of the Confucian saints, and Wenquxing has its own temple. One of the fellows took a few steps closer and said flatteringly.

"Isn't that the Temple of Confucius, what is it called the Temple of Literature? Fang Hong suddenly realized that in their township, they all called the Temple of Literature the Temple of Confucius, and they didn't know about the Temple of Literature.

The fellow didn't know what to say, so he could only laugh dryly.

"Let's go, let's go to the City God Temple. "Fang Hong doesn't have to take the test to gain fame, so naturally he doesn't need to go to the Temple of Literature to worship. Besides, even if they are scholars, they all like to go to worship the city god.

Because it involves a professional counterpart, the god is the god who listens to the prayers of the believers and then protects them. But Sage Confucius is different, Sage Kong even respects ghosts and gods himself, and if you let Sage Kong bless you, isn't it hitting the muzzle of the gun yourself.

Therefore, scholars worship Chenghuang or Wenqu Xing because they want something. Worshipping the saint Confucius is purely to express his reverence. One is private and the other is public, which is different.