Chapter 166
"There's no pie in the sky..."
"I know that these people just want to fool us into buying things. We just have to sit there and listen to their boasting and wait to get things." Jiang he rolled the dough, a pair of don't care tone, as soon as she sat down, she wanted to come, just want to see if really send eggs.
Xu Qing didn't speak any more. He carefully mixed his stuffing. The meat was ground in the vegetable market. When he came back, he mixed it with minced ginger and chopped it again. This is the best way to eat after Jiang He tried several times.
Chopped meat with seasoning, mixed with scallions, stir with chopsticks, the flavor of the filling will come out.
It is said that jiaozi originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was first created by Zhang Zhongjing, a medical saint. At that time, dumplings were used for medicinal purposes. Zhang Zhongjing used some cold dispelling herbs (mutton, pepper, etc.) on the dough bag to treat diseases and avoid frostbite on the patient's ears. Because the package looked like an ear, it was called "jiao'er" or "Qu Han jiao'er Tang". Later, it was a bit awkward and became a dumpling.
On the winter solstice day, eating dumplings to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing is the same as eating dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival to commemorate Qu Yuan, except that dumplings are not often eaten, but dumplings are often eaten, which is not as familiar as Qu Yuan.
"Can those pillows really cure?" After a while, Jiang He asked again.
"Don't you know it's a hoax?"
"Just make sure."
"Trust your own judgment. Sometimes it's OK to take a loss."
Xu Qing mixed the stuffing well, stood up and washed her hands. She went to Jiang He and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then she stepped aside and sat on the pony waiting for her to make dumplings.
In fact, after seeing Jiang Hefa's wechat, he very much hoped that Jiang He could be cheated once and avoid suffering great losses in the future.
A life without being cheated is incomplete. He is as smart as he is. He was cheated to be a typist when he was in school, and lost dozens of yuan. Later, he learned from his experience and never been cheated again.
Jiang He was indifferent.
Continue rolling the dough.
She pursed the corners of her mouth.
"I never thought it would be like this."
"Which one?"
"Take a rolling pin to make delicious dumplings, and then you help me mix the stuffing, mix well and kiss me secretly."
What flashed through my heart was that I was carrying a cloth bag, leaning against a tree in the woods, chewing hard with cakes, and standing with a long sword in my hand, watching the movement around with vigilance and concentration.
You can't eat without clothing.
Kitchen, house, life.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, those past events have been left behind.
"Our houses at that time were built with mud bricks. Put the river mud into the mold, and it will turn into bricks after drying. Then they will be built up with a thick layer of bark and thatch on them. When the walls are cracked, they will be plastered with mud mixed with grass chips."
"Do you want to fix it often?"
"If you don't repair it, it will collapse. If you don't live for a year or two, you have to repair it when you want to live again."
"August autumn high wind howls, volume my house triple Mao."
"Can you write poetry, too?"
"No, it's Du Fu's. He's also from the Tang Dynasty. He's a poet... Let me see." Xu Qing took out his mobile phone and searched it. He said strangely, "he's about the same age as you. When you came over, he was just 16 years old and had his hair tied."
"The sage of poetry? Is that great? " Jiang He felt that the name was not simple.
"It's very great. You were very great at that time... Now many places in foreign countries are still called Chinatowns because of historical factors. They were really strong at that time."
Xu Qing lit his cell phone. "Later, in 755, the 14th year of Tianbao, if you didn't come here, you should be nearly 40 years old, and your charm still exists... Cough.
At that time, Du Fu became a right guard and led Cao Canjun, who was in charge of weapons and armor and warehouse. When he returned to Fengxian in November, he heard crying just as he entered the house. It turned out that his youngest son died of starvation. Then he wrote the famous saying: "the wine and meat of Zhumen stink, the road is frozen to death."
"Zhu men's wine stinks, and the road is frozen to death..." Jiang He's hands move slowly, aftertaste for a moment, and sigh a long time.
"Great people have experiences that match their greatness. We just need to be a little civilian." Xu Qing shook his head. Sure enough, the salted fish was comfortable.
"In November of the same year, the an Shi rebellion broke out, that is, an Lushan and Shi Siming. At that time, they suffered from internal and external troubles. Although there was a prosperous situation in the Kaiyuan period, they also accelerated the annexation of land, even the destruction of the land sharing system. The land sharing farmers lost their land and became refugees. In addition, the rebellion of these two people led to the chaos."
"Stop it."
Jiang He couldn't figure out what kind of war-torn world he was when he was 40 years old.
I don't dare to think about how the people in the stockade survived at that time.
"Kiss me."
"Ah? Oh
Five minutes later, Xu Qing pulled his clothes and turned to have a look. The two big white fingerprints on his back were stained with flour on Jiang He's hands.
"It's all gone. No matter what's good or bad, it's a thousand years ago."
"Well."
"Here, I'll pack it for you, and you teach me." Xu Qing pulls Maza over and plans to work with Jiang He.
A thousand years, long or short, is just a blink of an eye in the whole human history. Maybe the next one thousand years will be a different one. Time never stops.
Jiang He learned how to make dumplings with Zhou Suzhi. His stomach is big and his skin is thin, which is a little thinner than ordinary dumplings. I don't know whether he has no talent or it's really hard to learn. Xu Qing pinches one by one and leaks one. It's so easy to make a whole dumpling. He's also worried that it will fall apart when cooking, so he just gives up.
Look at Jiang He. Her lips are still moist and shining in the light. She carefully holds the rolled dough, puts a chopstick stuffing, and handles one with both hands. She is not a swordsman, but a housewife.
Xu Qing washes her hands again, cleans up the contaminated flour, then steps back, takes out her mobile phone and takes a picture of her now.
"Did you shoot me again?"
"I think you look good now."
"Is it good for sword dancing or now?"
"Er..." Xu Qing tangled.
"Boil the water in the pot, and then boil it directly." Jiang he ignores Xu Qing's entanglement and orders him to do things by wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"I like all your looks."
"How do you look?"
“……”
Xu Qing side of the head, "do you want to hit me live? 108 ways to fight Xu Qing? "
"Can you still live this?" Jiang He was surprised.
"No way."
Seeing that Jiang He had returned to his normal state, Xu Qing shrugged and put the water in the pot on the fire. Then he found a bowl and poured vinegar on it. He turned on the TV and was ready to wait for dinner.
A large pot of dumplings is cooked quickly. It's troublesome to roll the skin and wrap the dumplings when they are made. As long as the dumplings are wrapped, they will be cooked in the pot. They also bring two bowls of soup, which are brought out by Jiang He.
Watching TV during the meal, the host is broadcasting current affairs with a microphone, and Jiang He is sitting with Xu Qing with a bowl.
"Er Niang only ate half full in her whole life. She wanted to prolong the peace time, and it only lasted for more than 20 years."
She bit her chopsticks and sighed, thinking of the an Shi rebellion, she could not help feeling sorry for those people buried in history.
"Maybe it prolongs your life." Xu Qing thought about it and said, "she is so kind to you. If you can live well here, she will be happy."
"Is that so?"
"Sure, I'll ask for you next time."
"I know that these people just want to fool us into buying things. We just have to sit there and listen to their boasting and wait to get things." Jiang he rolled the dough, a pair of don't care tone, as soon as she sat down, she wanted to come, just want to see if really send eggs.
Xu Qing didn't speak any more. He carefully mixed his stuffing. The meat was ground in the vegetable market. When he came back, he mixed it with minced ginger and chopped it again. This is the best way to eat after Jiang He tried several times.
Chopped meat with seasoning, mixed with scallions, stir with chopsticks, the flavor of the filling will come out.
It is said that jiaozi originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was first created by Zhang Zhongjing, a medical saint. At that time, dumplings were used for medicinal purposes. Zhang Zhongjing used some cold dispelling herbs (mutton, pepper, etc.) on the dough bag to treat diseases and avoid frostbite on the patient's ears. Because the package looked like an ear, it was called "jiao'er" or "Qu Han jiao'er Tang". Later, it was a bit awkward and became a dumpling.
On the winter solstice day, eating dumplings to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing is the same as eating dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival to commemorate Qu Yuan, except that dumplings are not often eaten, but dumplings are often eaten, which is not as familiar as Qu Yuan.
"Can those pillows really cure?" After a while, Jiang He asked again.
"Don't you know it's a hoax?"
"Just make sure."
"Trust your own judgment. Sometimes it's OK to take a loss."
Xu Qing mixed the stuffing well, stood up and washed her hands. She went to Jiang He and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then she stepped aside and sat on the pony waiting for her to make dumplings.
In fact, after seeing Jiang Hefa's wechat, he very much hoped that Jiang He could be cheated once and avoid suffering great losses in the future.
A life without being cheated is incomplete. He is as smart as he is. He was cheated to be a typist when he was in school, and lost dozens of yuan. Later, he learned from his experience and never been cheated again.
Jiang He was indifferent.
Continue rolling the dough.
She pursed the corners of her mouth.
"I never thought it would be like this."
"Which one?"
"Take a rolling pin to make delicious dumplings, and then you help me mix the stuffing, mix well and kiss me secretly."
What flashed through my heart was that I was carrying a cloth bag, leaning against a tree in the woods, chewing hard with cakes, and standing with a long sword in my hand, watching the movement around with vigilance and concentration.
You can't eat without clothing.
Kitchen, house, life.
It seems that in the blink of an eye, those past events have been left behind.
"Our houses at that time were built with mud bricks. Put the river mud into the mold, and it will turn into bricks after drying. Then they will be built up with a thick layer of bark and thatch on them. When the walls are cracked, they will be plastered with mud mixed with grass chips."
"Do you want to fix it often?"
"If you don't repair it, it will collapse. If you don't live for a year or two, you have to repair it when you want to live again."
"August autumn high wind howls, volume my house triple Mao."
"Can you write poetry, too?"
"No, it's Du Fu's. He's also from the Tang Dynasty. He's a poet... Let me see." Xu Qing took out his mobile phone and searched it. He said strangely, "he's about the same age as you. When you came over, he was just 16 years old and had his hair tied."
"The sage of poetry? Is that great? " Jiang He felt that the name was not simple.
"It's very great. You were very great at that time... Now many places in foreign countries are still called Chinatowns because of historical factors. They were really strong at that time."
Xu Qing lit his cell phone. "Later, in 755, the 14th year of Tianbao, if you didn't come here, you should be nearly 40 years old, and your charm still exists... Cough.
At that time, Du Fu became a right guard and led Cao Canjun, who was in charge of weapons and armor and warehouse. When he returned to Fengxian in November, he heard crying just as he entered the house. It turned out that his youngest son died of starvation. Then he wrote the famous saying: "the wine and meat of Zhumen stink, the road is frozen to death."
"Zhu men's wine stinks, and the road is frozen to death..." Jiang He's hands move slowly, aftertaste for a moment, and sigh a long time.
"Great people have experiences that match their greatness. We just need to be a little civilian." Xu Qing shook his head. Sure enough, the salted fish was comfortable.
"In November of the same year, the an Shi rebellion broke out, that is, an Lushan and Shi Siming. At that time, they suffered from internal and external troubles. Although there was a prosperous situation in the Kaiyuan period, they also accelerated the annexation of land, even the destruction of the land sharing system. The land sharing farmers lost their land and became refugees. In addition, the rebellion of these two people led to the chaos."
"Stop it."
Jiang He couldn't figure out what kind of war-torn world he was when he was 40 years old.
I don't dare to think about how the people in the stockade survived at that time.
"Kiss me."
"Ah? Oh
Five minutes later, Xu Qing pulled his clothes and turned to have a look. The two big white fingerprints on his back were stained with flour on Jiang He's hands.
"It's all gone. No matter what's good or bad, it's a thousand years ago."
"Well."
"Here, I'll pack it for you, and you teach me." Xu Qing pulls Maza over and plans to work with Jiang He.
A thousand years, long or short, is just a blink of an eye in the whole human history. Maybe the next one thousand years will be a different one. Time never stops.
Jiang He learned how to make dumplings with Zhou Suzhi. His stomach is big and his skin is thin, which is a little thinner than ordinary dumplings. I don't know whether he has no talent or it's really hard to learn. Xu Qing pinches one by one and leaks one. It's so easy to make a whole dumpling. He's also worried that it will fall apart when cooking, so he just gives up.
Look at Jiang He. Her lips are still moist and shining in the light. She carefully holds the rolled dough, puts a chopstick stuffing, and handles one with both hands. She is not a swordsman, but a housewife.
Xu Qing washes her hands again, cleans up the contaminated flour, then steps back, takes out her mobile phone and takes a picture of her now.
"Did you shoot me again?"
"I think you look good now."
"Is it good for sword dancing or now?"
"Er..." Xu Qing tangled.
"Boil the water in the pot, and then boil it directly." Jiang he ignores Xu Qing's entanglement and orders him to do things by wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.
"I like all your looks."
"How do you look?"
“……”
Xu Qing side of the head, "do you want to hit me live? 108 ways to fight Xu Qing? "
"Can you still live this?" Jiang He was surprised.
"No way."
Seeing that Jiang He had returned to his normal state, Xu Qing shrugged and put the water in the pot on the fire. Then he found a bowl and poured vinegar on it. He turned on the TV and was ready to wait for dinner.
A large pot of dumplings is cooked quickly. It's troublesome to roll the skin and wrap the dumplings when they are made. As long as the dumplings are wrapped, they will be cooked in the pot. They also bring two bowls of soup, which are brought out by Jiang He.
Watching TV during the meal, the host is broadcasting current affairs with a microphone, and Jiang He is sitting with Xu Qing with a bowl.
"Er Niang only ate half full in her whole life. She wanted to prolong the peace time, and it only lasted for more than 20 years."
She bit her chopsticks and sighed, thinking of the an Shi rebellion, she could not help feeling sorry for those people buried in history.
"Maybe it prolongs your life." Xu Qing thought about it and said, "she is so kind to you. If you can live well here, she will be happy."
"Is that so?"
"Sure, I'll ask for you next time."
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