Traveling to Tang Dynasty

The pigs of the Tang Dynasty were not big, their skin was black and their hair was very long, and their appearance was similar to that of wild boars in the mountains and forests. Qian Yuan pointed to the fattest one, and Li Butcher raised his hand to shine on the second senior brother's head is a stick, tied it to the shelf and began to bleed, and the technique was very sharp. This can't be wasted, seeing this scene, Qianyuan trotted all the way back to the kitchen and took out a small pot of pig's blood.

Li Butcher used a pig-killing knife to decompose the pork in a short time, and everyone applauded.

Pig offal must not be thrown away, seeing that the Li butcher wanted to feed the pig kidneys to the dogs, Qianyuan hurriedly stopped the Li butcher's ruined behavior. The one who gave the money was the uncle, Li Butcher said yes with a smile, and he chopped the ribs into small pieces very intimately.

Braised pig's trotters, pork knuckle in sauce, slippery liver tip, hot kidney flower, what else can be done. Qianyuan suddenly thought of something again, ran into the kitchen excitedly, opened the lid and removed the stone, took out a sauerkraut and smelled it, nodded with satisfaction, and saw that the color should be pickled. Take out a few and wash them repeatedly, stewed pork ribs with sauerkraut, thousands of yuan want to eat this bite is crazy!

On the official road from Luoyang to Chang'an, two horses are galloping in the direction of Chang'an. Hou San said with a sad face: "Ninth Master, where can they go, son? We have found a way from Chang'an to Luoyang." "

Chang Jiu said angrily: "If you hadn't parked the carriage in the courtyard, how could this ridiculous thing happen!"

Hou San ignored Chang Jiu's complaints, blinked his eyes and stretched out his hand to point forward, and suddenly asked, "Ninth Master, look, is the one under the tree in front of you a person?"

Chang Jiu squinted his eyes slightly, quickly grabbed the reins and slowly approached, and whispered in his mouth: "Don't you dare to be a childe, don't you dare to be a child." "

Ushering in another year, the New Year is an ancient tradition of Chinese civilization. At this time, the entire Weinan Village is filled with festive festivities, and the faces of every household are full of smiles. Men are busy with friends, women are busy with the stove, children are playing at the entrance of the village, and the whole village is not lively for a while.

For the sumptuous Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Qianyuan was busy in the kitchen for a while, pots and pans were clanging, and Lu Jing and Shen Yupestle were by the door, waiting for Qianyuan's dispatch at any time.

The sun went down and the delicious pot came out, two large and two small plus an old man, and sat on the table. Looking at the table full of delicacies, everyone couldn't help but have a great appetite, and they raised their chopsticks to eat happily.

Lu Jingzan said: "Brother Xian's sauerkraut is really sour and delicious, and it has a different flavor when eaten with this pork." Presumably this is also your master's secret method, I don't know if the virtuous brother has other delicacies? "

I don't know if Hassan's profiteer has returned to Chang'an, and whether the vegetable seeds he ordered before have arrived, he thought of the thousand yuan and replied casually: "Brother, don't worry, I'd rather lose money than lose my mouth." "

It was a festive festival, and there were so many delicious foods, but Old Man Deng was a little sullen. Seeing that the old man was in a bad mood, Qianyuan asked, "What is Uncle Deng worried about?"

Without waiting for Deng Wen to speak, the fast-mouthed little rape explained the reason. It turned out that Deng Wen's son was on duty at Weinanyi, and he couldn't go home for the New Year, and there was one less person in the family on the day of the reunion, and Old Man Deng missed his son.

Seeing Deng Wen's sad face, Qianyuan said: "Uncle Deng doesn't have to be sad, this Weinan Station is not far from here, bring some food and let's go together tomorrow, it just so happens that we also have to buy a carriage." "

Thinking of seeing his son tomorrow, Deng Wen's sadness on his face suddenly dissipated, and the little rape also called happily: "I can see my father tomorrow." "

After dinner, Deng Wen lit a bonfire in the courtyard and threw the old shoes and brooms into the fire and burned them. After asking Qianyuan, I learned that this is the New Year's custom of burning the court, meaning to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Everyone sat around the campfire drinking and chatting, and a sound of gongs and drums came. Qianyuan was lying on the courtyard wall, only to see a group of people beating gongs and drums walking slowly, the team of two people in front, a group of people followed behind. The two people in front of them are one after the other, the person in front is carrying a face, the person in the back is holding a bow and arrow, the bow and arrow in the back are shot out again and again, and the front side is dodging left and right. Behind the two of them were two fire-bearers carrying charcoal basins, and behind the two fire-bearers there was a team of musicians playing drums and gongs.

A burst of gongs and drums accompanied by cheers, and the villagers walked back and forth through the village like a long dragon. The team walked around the village for a long time, and finally reached the entrance of the village.

The man with the bow and arrow in his hand shot an arrow at the demon with a terrible scream, and ran out of the village in embarrassment. The villagers let out a roar of victory, and a great exorcism came to an end.

After watching the big play, thinking of tomorrow's travel tools, Qianyuan walked to the backyard to strengthen the climbing plow, and worked until the sun completely set, and there was nothing to see in the darkness all around, and Qianyuan dragged his tired body to the bed.

Early in the morning, the old man Deng hung up a bamboo pole in front of the house, and a large piece of silk cloth was hung on the bamboo pole in the shape of a long strip, and the cold wind blew through the cloth strip and fluttered with the wind, like a soul flag. Thousands of yuan to look elsewhere, only to find that every house has a pole, asked the old man Deng to learn, this is also the Spring Festival custom called hanging spring flags, I heard that there are also called hanging spring flags, people through hanging spring flags, pray for the new year in the wind and rain, the five grains harvest, the six animals prosperous, peace and auspiciousness.

I had a simple breakfast, packed my luggage and set off. The horse-drawn plough once again demonstrated the adaptability of the snow, pulling five people to speed continuously on the snow. The speed of climbing the plow is very fast, but there is a little bit of a bad thing, that is, there is no wind blocking device, and the cold wind blows in front of you, freezing everyone's little faces.

I heard the old man Deng say that during the Chinese New Year, the Weinan Post will hold a rally, and the villagers from the surrounding villages will come to sell their goods with them.

Weinanyi is like a small county town, not only with a post station, but also a medical hall, a market and a tavern, which is very functional. The trading and trading of more than a dozen surrounding villages have to be carried out here.

Ploughtrucks run along the official road, overtaking trucks, and from time to time you can meet villagers driving horse-drawn carts or donkey carts on the road. The thousand-yuan group is like driving a luxury supercar, surpassing the public taxi, attracting the attention of passers-by. Passers-by can't help but wonder what kind of thing just brushes it over, what the hell is it.

The distance of more than ten miles is not too far, thanks to the convenience of climbing the plow, it didn't take long for a few people to reach Weinan Station.

The gathering of Weinan Station is very lively, most of the objects sold are the daily life of the people, up to the copper hairpin and silver bracelet down to the bamboo basket and straw rope, the categories sold are miscellaneous and varied.

Sending the old man to the door of the post house, Qianyuan said with a fist: "Uncle Deng, there have been many disturbances in the past few days, after buying the carriage, we will go to Luoyang, and when we come back from Luoyang, we will definitely bring you good wine." "

"Brother Yuan~ Oops, Uncle Yuan, when you come back, I will invite you to eat roast rabbit meat!" Deng Youcai called out as he touched the back of his head.

Deng Wen withdrew his palm and said in a loud voice: "Don't bother, don't bother, it's cold and cold, you must slow down on the road." "

Waving goodbye to Deng Wen's grandfather and grandson, the three of them found an inn to live in, took a short rest and put away their luggage, and the three of them went straight to the market.

Although the plow is fast, it is not suitable for long-distance travel, because the snow in the surrounding area of Chang'an is not thick, the snow on the road is not solid, and the plow can always touch stones during driving. This may also be the reason why the climbing plow, a driving tool, is only popular in the Northeast.

The woman slowly opened her eyes, looked at the two rough men in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "Where is this, and who are you?"

Chang Jiu explained: "My name is Chang Jiu, his name is Hou San, this is the Luoyang Medical Center, the two of us saw the girl fainting on the side of the road, we sent you to the medical center, what is the girl's name, why did she fall in the snow?".

The woman stood up and said weakly: "Xia Ni, the people's girl, thank you for saving your life." "

Seeing Xia Ni get up, Chang Jiuhou San said at the same time: "Miss Xia, lie down quickly, the doctor said that your body is suffering from the wind and cold, and you need to recuperate." "