My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 166 The same year as Du Fu

"There is no free lunch……"

"I know, these people just want to fool us to buy things. We just sit there and don't listen to their bragging, and wait to get the things." Jiang He rolled the dough, in a nonchalant tone, she thought as soon as she sat down. When I walked, I just wanted to see if the eggs were actually delivered.

  Xu Qing did not speak any more, and carefully mixed his own stuffing. The meat was chopped at the vegetable market. When he came back, he mixed with minced **** and chopped it. This is the best method Jiang He chose after several attempts.

  Chop the minced meat and add the seasoning, mix it with the green onions and stir with chopsticks, the flavor of the filling will come out.

  It is said that dumplings originated in the Eastern Han Dynasty and were first created by the medical saint Zhang Zhongjing. Dumplings were used for medicinal purposes at that time. Zhang Zhongjing wrapped some cold-relieving herbs (mutton, pepper, etc.) in dough to treat illnesses and avoid frostbite on the patients’ ears. Because the wraps looked like ears, they were called “Jiao’er”, also called “Jiao’er”. 'Quhan Jiao Er Tang', after a little sulking, it became a dumpling.

  Eating dumplings to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing on the winter solstice day is the same as eating dumplings to commemorate Qu Yuan on the Dragon Boat Festival, except that dumplings are not often eaten, and dumplings are often eaten. The memorial of the medical saint is not as familiar as Qu Yuan.

   "Can those pillows really cure the disease?" Jiang He asked again after a while.

   "Didn't you know that it was a fool?"

   "Just make sure."

  "Believe in your own judgment, sometimes it's nothing to lose."

  Xu Qing mixed the stuffing, stood up and washed her hands, leaned over to Jiang He and kissed her on the cheek, then stepped back to the pony and sat and waited for her to make dumplings.

  In fact, after seeing Jiang Hefa’s WeChat message, he very much hopes that Jiang He will be able to avoid a big loss in the future.

  Life without being fooled is incomplete. He is as smart as him. He was also tricked into being a typist when he was in school, and lost dozens of huge sums of money.

   Jiang He is indifferent.

  Continue to roll the dough.

  The corners of her mouth pursed.

   "I never thought it would be like this."

   "Which?"

   "Hold the rolling pin to make delicious dumplings, then you help me mix the stuffing, and then secretly kiss me."

  The one who flashed through my heart was carrying a cloth pocket, leaning against a tree in the woods, chewing hard with a cake, standing a long sword in his hand, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly and intently.

   You can’t cover yourself with clothes and eat.

  Kitchen, house, life.

  It seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and the past events have been left behind.

"Our house at that time was built with mud bricks. Put the river mud in a mold and it will turn into bricks after drying. Then it will be built with a thick layer of bark and thatch on it. The walls If it cracks, mix it with mud and grass paste."

  "Do you need to fix it often?"

   "If you don't repair it, it will collapse. If you don't live in one or two years, you will have to overhaul it when you want to live again."

   "Autumn Autumn High Wind Wrath, sweeping the three-layered grass on my house."

   "You can also write poetry?"

"No, this is Du Fu's. He is also from the Tang Dynasty. The poetry saint is here... I'll take a look." Xu Qing took out his cell phone and searched it, and said strangely: "Almost the same age as you, he was just sixteen when you came here. , The year of the haircut."

  "Poetry Saint? Isn't it amazing?" Jiang He felt difficult when he heard the name.

  "Very great, the era you were in was very great...Nowadays, many places abroad are still called Chinatowns. It was passed down because of historical factors, and it was really strong at that time."

  Xu Qing lit his cell phone, "Later in Tianbao's fourteenth year, that is, in 755, you should be nearly forty years old if you didn't come here, and the charm still exists...cough cough.

  At that time, Du Fu became a right guard and led the army to join the army, guarding weapons and armor, and in charge of warehouses. He returned to Fengxian in November. He heard crying when he entered the house. It turned out that his youngest son was starving to death. Then he came up with the ancient phrase, "The Zhumen's wine and meat are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road." "

  "Zhumen wine and meat are smelly, there are frozen bones on the road..." Jiang He moved slowly on his hand, aftertaste for a moment, and sighed.

  "Great people have experiences that match their greatness, so let's be a little commoner." Xu Qing shook his head, and she was still comfortable.

"In November of the same year, the An-Shi Rebellion broke out. It was Anlu Mountain and Shi Siming. At that time, there were internal and external troubles. Although there was a prosperous situation during the Kaiyuan period, land mergers were accelerated, and the land equalization system was destroyed. , Coupled with these two rebellions, the troubled times will come..."

"do not talk."

  Jiang He couldn't think of what a war-torn world he was like when he was forty years old.

   did not dare to think about how everyone in the stockade survived at that time.

"kiss Me."

   "Huh? Oh."

  A few minutes later, Xu Qing pulled his clothes and turned to look. The two white handprints on the back were all stained with flour on Jiang He's hands.

   "Those are all gone, good or bad, they are all a thousand years ago."

"Ok."

   "Come on, I will help you pack, you teach me." Xu Qing pulled Xiao Ma Zha over, planning to work with Jiang He.

  One thousand years, saying that it is not long or short, it is only a blink of an eye in the entire history of mankind, maybe the next thousand years will be another look, and the long river of time has never stopped.

Jiang He followed Zhou Suzhi’s learning to make dumplings. His belly was big and thin, and it was a bit thinner than the average. I don’t know if he has no talent or it’s really hard to learn. Xu Qing pinched one and missed one, and it was so easy to make a whole one. Worrying about it falling apart while cooking, just give up.

Look at Jiang He, her lips are still moisturized, shining in the light, earnestly holding the rolled dough, putting a chopstick filling, and two hands together to get one. The skilled person is not like a quack, but rather like A housewife who has been a family since childhood

  Xu Qing washed her hands again, washed the contaminated flour, and then stepped back, took out the phone and took a picture of her now.

   "Are you photographing me again?"

   "I think you look good now."

   "Is the sword dance good-looking or is it so good now?"

   "Uh..." Xu Qing was tangled.

  "Boil the water in the pot and just cook it later." Jiang He ignored Xu Qing's entanglement, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, and directed him to do something.

   "I like all your looks."

   "What about hitting you?"

  "……"

  Xu Qing tilted her head, "Do you want to broadcast a trick to beat me? One hundred and eight ways to play Xu Qing?"

  "Can you still broadcast this?" Jiang He was surprised.

   "No."

  Seeing that Jiang He had returned to his usual appearance, Xu Qing shrugged, boiled the water in the pot, then found a bowl and poured vinegar to take it out, turned on the TV and was ready to wait for the meal.

  A big pot of dumplings cooked quickly. This thing was originally troublesome when kneading the dough, rolling the dough and wrapping it up. As long as it was wrapped, it was cooked, and two large bowls of soup were brought out by Jiang He.

  Watching TV during the meal, the host held the microphone to report current affairs, Jiang He sat with Xu Qing holding the bowl.

   "Er Niang only half-filled her whole life. She wanted to prolong the peace, but it lasted only more than 20 years."

  She bit her chopsticks and sighed. Thinking of the scene of Anshi Rebellion, she couldn't help feeling sad for those people buried in history.

  Xing, people suffer. Death, the people suffer.

  "Maybe it has prolonged your prosperity alone." Xu Qing thought for a while, and said: "She is so good to you. If you can live well here, she will definitely be happy."

   "Is that so?"

   "Sure, I will help you ask questions next time in my dream."

  (End of this chapter)