"There is no pie in the sky …"
"I know, these people just want to fool us into buying things. We just need to sit there and not listen to their bragging, waiting to get the things." Jiang He rolled the dough with an indifferent tone. As soon as she sat down, she wanted to leave, just to see if the eggs were really sent.
Xu Qing didn't say anything and focused on mixing his own stuffing. The meat had been ground at the market. After returning, it was mixed with minced ginger and chopped. This was the most delicious method that Jiang He had chosen after trying several times.
The minced meat was mixed with seasoning, and the green onions were mixed with chopsticks, and the taste of the stuffing came out.
It was said that dumplings originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and were created by Medical Sage Zhang Zhongjing. At that time, dumplings were medicinal. Zhang Zhongjing wrapped some cold dispelling herbs (mutton, pepper, etc.) in dough to cure the disease, to prevent frostbite on the patient's ears. Because the wrapping looked like ears, it was called "Jiaoer", or "Cold Dispelling Jiaoer Soup". Later, it was a bit hard to pronounce, so it was called dumplings.
Eating dumplings on the Winter Solstice to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing was the same as eating dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival to commemorate Qu Yuan, except that dumplings were not eaten often, and eating dumplings to commemorate Medical Sage was not as familiar as eating dumplings.
"Can those pillows really cure diseases?" After a while, Jiang He asked again.
"Don't you know that it's a trick?"
"I just want to make sure."
"Believe in your own judgment. Sometimes it's okay to suffer a loss."
Xu Qing mixed the stuffing, stood up, washed his hands, and kissed Jiang He on the cheek. Then he retreated to a small stool and sat down, waiting for her to make the dumplings.
In fact, after seeing Jiang He's WeChat message, he really hoped that Jiang He could be tricked like this once, so that she could avoid suffering a big loss in the future.
A life without being tricked was incomplete. As smart as he was, he was also tricked into being a typist when he was in school, and he lost dozens of dollars. Later, he learned from the pain and never fell for similar tricks again.
Jiang He was indifferent.
He continued to roll the dough.
She pursed her lips.
"I never thought it would be like this."
"Like what?"
"Take the rolling pin and make delicious dumplings. Then, you help me mix the stuffing and secretly kiss me when you're done."
What flashed through his mind was the image of him leaning against a tree in the forest with a cloth bag on his back, chewing hard on a biscuit, holding a long sword by his side, vigilantly and attentively observing his surroundings.
His clothes did not cover his body, and he did not have enough to eat.
Kitchen, house, life.
It was as if in the blink of an eye, the past had been left behind.
"Our houses at that time were made of mud bricks. We put the mud from the river into a mold, and when it was dried, it would turn into bricks. Then we would build the bricks, and we would pile a thick layer of bark and thatch on top of it. When the walls cracked, we would paste them with mud mixed with grass."
"You need to repair it often?"
"If we don't repair it, it will collapse. If no one lives there for a year or two, we will have to repair it when we want to live there again."
"In August, the high autumn wind howls angrily, sweeping away the three layers of reeds on my house."
"You can also compose poems?"
"No, this is Du Fu's. He was also from the Tang Dynasty, the Sage of Poetry … Let me see." Xu Qing took out his phone and searched it. He said curiously, "He is about the same age as you. When you came over, he was just 16, the age to tie his hair."
"Sage of Poetry? Is he very powerful? "Jiang He felt that the name was not simple.
"Very powerful. The era you were in was very powerful … Nowadays, there are many places abroad called Chinatown. It was passed down because of historical factors. At that time, it was really powerful."
Xu Qing tapped on his phone. "Then, in the 14th year of Tianbao, which is 755, if you didn't come over, you should be almost 40 years old, still charming … Cough, cough.
At that time, Du Fu was a military officer in the Right Guard, guarding weapons and armors, and managing the warehouse. When he returned to Fengxian in November, he heard crying as soon as he entered the house. It turned out that his youngest son had starved to death. Then he wrote the famous line, 'Wine and meat stink in the red door, bones of the frozen dead on the road'. "
"Wine and meat stink in the red door, bones of the frozen dead on the road …" Jiang He's hands slowed down a little. After thinking for a moment, he let out a long sigh.
"Great people have experiences that match their greatness. We can just be ordinary people." Xu Qing shook his head. Sure enough, salted fish was more comfortable.
"In November of the same year, the An-Shi Rebellion broke out. It was An Lushan and Shi Siming. At that time, there were internal and external troubles. Although there was a prosperous period during the Kaiyuan period, it also accelerated the annexation of land. As a result, the equal field system was destroyed. Farmers with equal fields lost their land and became refugees. They migrated and went into exile.
"Stop talking."
Jiang He couldn't imagine what kind of a war-torn world he was in when he was 40 years old.
He also didn't dare to imagine how everyone in the stockade survived at that time.
"Kiss me."
"Ah? Oh. "
A few minutes later, Xu Qing pulled at his clothes and turned his head to look. There were two big white handprints on his back. They were both stained by the flour on Jiang He's hands.
"That's all in the past. No matter good or bad, it's all a thousand years ago."
"Yeah."
"Come on, I'll help you make it. You teach me." Xu Qing pulled the small stool over and planned to work with Jiang He.
A thousand years was not long, but it was not short either. In the entire history of mankind, it was just a blink of an eye. Maybe the next thousand years would be different. The long river of time never stopped.
Jiang He learned to make dumplings from Zhou Suzhi. The dumpling had a big belly and thin skin. It was even thinner than the average dumpling. Xu Qing didn't know whether it was because she had no talent or because it was really difficult to learn. Every time she pinched a dumpling, she missed one. It was not easy to make a whole dumpling. She was worried that it would fall apart when cooking, so she simply gave up.
Looking at Jiang He, her lips were still moist and shining under the light. She carefully held the dough wrapper, put a pair of chopsticks in the stuffing, and finished it with both hands. She was so skilled that she didn't look like a swordsman. Instead, she looked like a housewife who had been keeping the house since childhood.
Xu Qing washed her hands again to clean the flour. Then, she took a few steps back and took out her mobile phone to take a picture of her current appearance.
"You took a picture of me again?"
"I think you look good the way you look now."
"Do you look good when you practice the sword or this way?"
"Uh …" Xu Qing was in a dilemma.
"Boil the water in the pot. You can cook it directly later." Jiang He ignored Xu Qing's dilemma. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and instructed him to do it.
"I like all of your looks."
"What about the way I beat you?"
"…"
Xu Qing tilted her head. "Do you want to broadcast beating me in a variety of ways? One hundred and eight ways to beat Xu Qing? "
"You can broadcast this?" Jiang He was surprised.
"No."
Seeing that Jiang He had returned to her usual appearance, Xu Qing shrugged and boiled the water in the pot. Then, she found a bowl and poured vinegar into it. She turned on the TV and was ready to wait for dinner.
The big pot of dumplings was cooked very quickly. It was troublesome to knead the dough, roll the skin, and wrap the dumplings. As long as they were wrapped, they would be cooked in the pot. Jiang He also brought out two big bowls of soup.
During dinner, they watched the TV. The host held a microphone and reported current affairs. Jiang He held a bowl and sat with Xu Qing.
"The Second Mother only ate until she was half full all her life. She wanted to prolong the peaceful times. In the end, it only lasted for more than 20 years."
She bit her chopsticks and sighed. When she thought of the scene of the An-Shi Rebellion, she could not help but feel sad for those who were buried in history.
Prosperity, suffering for the people. Death, suffering for the people.
"Maybe it prolonged the prosperous times for you alone." Xu Qing thought for a while and said, "She is so good to you. If you can live a good life here, she will be happy."
"Is that so?"
"Of course. I will ask for you in my dreams next time."
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