"There will not be pies falling from 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 and wait to get things." Jiang He rolled the dough and looked indifferent. As soon as she sat down, she wanted to come, just to see if she was really giving eggs.

Xu Qing didn't say anything, and he mixed his filling carefully. The meat was grinded in the vegetable market. After he came back, he mixed it with minced ginger and chopped it. This was the best way Jiang He had tried several times to choose.

Add seasonings to the chopped meat filling, mix with scallions and stir with chopsticks, and 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. At that time, dumplings were used as medicinal products. Zhang Zhongjing wrapped some medicinal materials to remove cold (mutton, pepper, etc.) on the dough to cure diseases to avoid frostbite on the patient's ears. Because the wrapping looks like ears, it is called "Jiao Er", also called "Quhan Jiao Er Tang". Later, it was a little difficult to pronounce, so it was pronounced as dumplings.

Eating dumplings on the winter solstice commemorates Zhang Zhongjing. Just like eating dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival commemorates Qu Yuan, it is just that the dumplings are not often eaten, but the dumplings are often eaten. The commemoration of the Medical Saint is not as familiar as Qu Yuan.

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

"Don't you know that's fooling people?"

"Just make sure."

"Believe in your own judgment, sometimes it's okay to suffer a loss."

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Xu Qing mixed the filling, stood up and washed his hands, went to Jiang He to kiss her on the cheek, then stepped back to the little stool and sat waiting for her to make dumplings.

In fact, after just seeing Jiang He's WeChat message, he hoped that Jiang He would be able to avoid a big loss in the future if he had such a small trick.

A life without being fooled is incomplete. He is as smart as him. He was deceived into being a typist when he was in school and lost dozens of dollars. Later, he learned from his mistakes and never got a similar fool again.

Jiang He was indifferent.

Continue rolling the dough.

The corners of her mouth pursed.

"I never thought it would be like this."

“Which?”

"Please use a rolling pin to make delicious dumplings, and then you can help me mix the filling, mix it and then secretly kiss me."

What flashed through my heart was carrying a cloth bag, leaning against the tree in the woods, chewing hard with a pancake, standing with a long sword in hand, observing the movements around vigilantly and concentratingly.

The clothes are not covered by the body, and the food is not filled with the belly.

Kitchen, house, life.

It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, all the past had been left behind.

"Our houses were made of mud bricks at that time. When the river mud was put into the mold, it would turn into bricks after drying them. Then it was built up, and a thick layer of bark and thatch were piled on it. If the wall was cracked, it would be mixed with mud and pasted with grass clippings."

"Do you need to repair it regularly?"

"If you don't repair it, it will collapse. If you don't live in a year or two, you have to repair it when you want to live."

"The wind in August is roaring, and it rolls the three-fold thatch on my house."

"You can write poetry, too?"

"No, this is Du Fu's. He is also from the Tang Dynasty. The poet saint is here... Let's take a look." Xu Qing took out his cell phone and searched it out loud, "It's about the same age as you. When you came here, he was about sixteen years old, and he was in his hair."

"Poet Saint? Is it very powerful?" Jiang He felt that it was not easy to hear the name.

"It's great. The era you were in was very great... There are many places abroad called Chinatown. It was passed down because of historical factors. It was really strong at that time."

Xu Qing lit his cell phone, "Later, in the 14th year of Tianbao, that is, 755, if you didn't come here, you should be nearly forty years old, and your charm is still there... Cough cough.

At that time, Du Fu became a right guard and led the army to join the army, guarding the weapons and armor, and in charge of the warehouse. He returned to Fengxian in November. As soon as he entered the house, he heard crying. It turned out that his youngest son was starved to death. Then he wrote the famous saying "The rich family smelled of wine and meat, and there were frozen bones on the road."

"The wine and meat in the rich family are smelly, and there are frozen bones on the road..." Jiang He's movements slowed down a little, and aftertastes for a moment, sighed a long sigh.

"Great people have experiences matching their greatness. Just be a little civilian." Xu Qing shook his head, and it was indeed a comfortable salted fish.

"In November of the same year, the Anshi Rebellion broke out, which was An Lushan and Shi Siming. At that time, internal and external troubles were in trouble. Although there was a prosperous situation in Kaiyuan, land annexation was also accelerated, and even the equal-land system was destroyed. The equal-land farmers lost their land and became refugees, migrated and exiled. In addition, these two people rebelled, and the troubled times came..."

"Stop talking."

Jiang He couldn't think of what kind of war-torn world he was when he was forty.

I didn't dare to think about how everyone in the village could survive at that time.

"Kiss me."

"Ah? Oh."

Five minutes later, Xu Qing pulled his clothes and turned his head to look at it. The two white handprints on his back were all covered with flour on Jiang He's hands.

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

"Um."

"Come on, I'll help you with your help, teach me." Xu Qing pulled Xiao Maza over and planned to work with Jiang He.

A thousand years, whether it is long or short, it is only a blink of an eye in the entire history of mankind. Perhaps the next thousand years will be another look, and the long river of time has never stopped.

Jiang He learned to make dumplings with Zhou Suzhi. His belly was big and thin skin was a little thinner than ordinary ones. I don’t know if it wasn’t talented or it was really difficult to learn. Xu Qing missed one, and finally made a whole one. He was worried that it would dissipate when it was cooked, so he simply gave up.

Looking at Jiang He, her lips were still moist and shining under the light. She carefully held the rolled dough, put a chopstick filling, and got one with her hands together. She was not as skilled as a knight in the world, but rather like a housewife who had been a child since childhood.

Xu Qing washed his hands again, washed the stained flour, then took a few steps back, took out his phone and took pictures of her now.

"You're shooting me again?"

"I think you look very good now."

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

"Uh..." Xu Qing was confused.

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

"I like all you look like."

"Where are you looking like?"

“…”

Xu Qing turned his head, "Do you want to hit me in a live broadcast? One hundred and eight ways to hit Xu Qing?"

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

"Can't."

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

A large pot of dumplings was cooked quickly. This thing was originally a troublesome to roll the dough and wrap it when making it. As long as it was wrapped, it would be cooked. It also brought two large bowls of soup and was brought out by Jiang He.

While watching TV during the meal, the host was holding a microphone to report the current affairs, and Jiang He sat with Xu Qing with a bowl.

"Er Niang only eats half full in her life, and wants to extend the peace, but it only lasts for more than 20 years."

She bit her chopsticks and sighed. Thinking of the Anshi Rebellion, she couldn't help but feel sad for those who were buried in history.

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

"Is this how?"
Chapter completed!