Qin Xiang

"Master, brother, Song, master of Song Dynasty, you, great talent, literary spirit, brilliance, enough, enough to let, we, respect." Han Fei didn't agree with the brother's point of view, because he was angry, he stuttered when he refuted , the momentum weakened generally.

"Of course you don't have to care. You are a nobleman in South Korea, so you can hand over the details." Han Fei's eyes widened, and Li Si compromised, "Okay, it's my brother's superficiality, so don't be angry."

Li Si never hid his ambitions in front of this taciturn senior brother, so Han Fei knew his senior brother's character well, and since the other party had already made such a gesture, he let it go lightly.

Li Si noticed that Han Fei remained silent again, so he knew that his junior had backed down.He held his junior brother Han Fei's shoulders and strode forward excitedly: "Come on, don't you like Master Song's literary talent? Let's observe and study together."

Gan Luo and the others had already arrived in the house. Song Yu opened the wooden box she was carrying, and inside were neatly stacked rolls of bamboo slips.Song Yu handed the bamboo slips to everyone, and when it was Yingzheng's turn, Song Yu paused, and finally handed them over to him as if nothing had happened.

There was an evil fire in Ying Zheng's heart, and he really wanted to throw the bamboo slip into the fire.Don't you want me to see it?Just don't let everyone look at it.

Gan Luo didn't notice Song Yu's hesitation, but felt Ying Zheng's bad mood.He patted the back of Ying Zheng's hand, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? I won't do anything to make you angry again, right?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm not interested in this kind of article, so I'll show you." Ying Zheng stuffed his unopened bamboo slip directly to Gan Luo, and lowered his head to seriously play with Gan Luo's hand.Gan Luo's hands are small and the bones are soft. The hands are white and tender. There are four small round pits on the back of the hands, which look more like girls' hands.The fly in the ointment was that the hideous scar almost occupied the entire back of his hand. Ying Zheng saw it very dazzlingly, and wished he could erase the scar with magic.

Although Yingzheng was playing with Gan Luo's right hand, Gan Luo had been exercising his left hand when his right hand was injured before, which didn't affect his reading of the bamboo slips, so he let him go, as long as the prince didn't get angry.

Yingzheng played with it for a while, and the suffocation in his heart disappeared. Song Yu was just aggrieved. As the prince of Qin, he might as well be more magnanimous.After all, the state of Chu was defeated by the state of Qin repeatedly, and the monarch was not as good as one generation after another, which is really pitiful.

"What is this? Did Mr. Song carry these as food all the way here?" Li Si picked up a bag of strange things, including millet, yellow-green wild rice leaves, and so on.The contempt in Li Si's voice was probably only understood by Han Fei, who knew him best.

Unexpectedly, Xun Qing slammed Li Si's leg with his own crutches, which was a bit more powerful than when he worshiped Gan Luo as his teacher.Li Si was frightened by this sudden blow, made a decisive decision, and immediately knelt down, a man who knows the current affairs is a hero, Li Si felt that he was always the one who knew the current affairs best.

"Forget it, it's normal for this child not to know." Song Yu stopped Xun Qing with a calm expression, as if he was covered by dark clouds. Although he was expressionless, his pain infected the people around him, and everyone's mood was inexplicably changed Get heavy.

"I know I'm wrong, please teach me." Li Si didn't complain at all on the surface, he kowtowed sincerely, and then looked at Xun and Song.All the people present also saw something about Ying Zheng and appreciated Li Si's performance.

"My teacher, Qu Zi, died by throwing himself into the river on the fifth day of May. In order to prevent the fish from eating the teacher's body, the people on both sides of the strait threw boiled rice dumplings into the river, and kept them on this day every year. The custom of making zongzi to commemorate the teacher. I specially learned how to make zongzi with them." When Song Yu talked about Qu Yuan, pain, confusion, and nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and finally settled into relief.

Xunzi said, "Now you understand why the old man beat you?"

"The disciple disrespected Qu Zi, please punish him." Li Si's attitude dissipated the last bit of anger from Xunzi and Song Yu, and Song Yu even helped Li Si himself.

Ying Zheng sneered inwardly, a literati is a literati, and he can't be a politician, but that Li Si seems to have some skills.

"I think we might as well make zongzi together today, in memory of Quzi." Gan Luo suggested, grabbing a wild rice leaf.

"Ah?" The majestic Xun Qing was dumbfounded, and raised his hand and asked, "Little master, can I just eat and ignore the buns?"

Gan Luo was in high spirits, so he naturally refused: "Ah Qing, I once said that governing a big country is like cooking a small fish, and if Yi Yin can do it, you can do it too. Master believes in you."

Xun Qing was silent, although Mencius also said that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", it can be used here out of context.Although both belong to Confucianism, his thoughts run counter to Mencius, so he is unwilling to quote them.So he could only obey his master's orders with a wry smile.

Wei Liao also looked like the boss was unwilling, but when Gan Luo threatened him with Yu'er's food, he had no choice but to surrender.As for the others, they have no right to object at all.

Song Yu was the most excited. After all, being able to spread the custom of commemorating his teacher to other countries is a very meaningful thing in itself.He taught very seriously, first soaked the millet in clear water, and then showed how to roll the zong leaves.Roll the wild wild leaf in a circle, make the bottom into a pointed shape, fill it with soaked millet, then wrap the wild wild leaf and tie it with the wild wild leaf rope.

"It's wrapped, that's it. This is called a triangular rice dumpling." Song Yu held a big rice dumpling in his hand.No matter how you looked at that hand, it was very beautiful, with well-defined joints and slender like jade.Such beautiful hands made the zongzi even more bloated and ugly.

"Gan Luo, I want to call your sister Yu'er over here." Wei Liao whispered to Gan Luo.Gan Luo looked at Song Yu hesitantly, and said in a low voice, "Such a simple food can be cooked and eaten. It's a big deal to put some caramel later, it's sweet."

"You two, I have already heard." Song Yu picked up a wild rice leaf again, ready to make persistent efforts, "Oh, actually, this is also the first time for me to make zongzi. When I was in Chu State a few years ago, someone made them well. give it to me."

"I think they are all women. Your face is really popular." Wei Liao made fun of his old friend while making rice dumplings.

"You missed it, Wei Liao." Song Yu hit the vital point, and Wei Liao was in a hurry, and he didn't have time to spray.

The three seniors were not very proficient in their movements, but the younger juniors were quite nimble.Taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, Han Fei secretly stuffed some of the things he had packed into Xun Qing's place.Seeing this, Wei Liao also took a few from Gan Luo and put them in his pile.

There is a water basin in front of everyone, even if the millet is scattered, it will not be wasted, it will directly fall into the water basin.Zongzi is a relatively hungry food, everyone made too much, and distributed it to the group of people who were talking loudly in the outer courtyard.

It’s still Gan Luo’s quick brain, telling everyone that if you like sweet food, dip it in caramel sugar, and if you like salty food, dip it in soy sauce. This method enriches the taste of the originally bland rice dumplings.

After all, they made it by themselves. The few people who made the zongzi ate until their stomachs were full before they put it down.Gan Luo felt that he still had a little room in his stomach, so he decided to eat the last one.It was a small rice dumpling, which met his requirements very well. Gan Luo peeled off a layer of wild rice leaves, dipped it in caramel, and bit it down.

"Oh!" Gan Luo screamed, and everyone gathered around to ask what was wrong. Gan Luo spat out a puddle of millet from his mouth in grief and anger, with a grain of millet teeth wrapped in the middle. Daobi, he yelled at Ying Zheng: "Why do you put weird things in the food every time?!"

"Uh..." In fact, Ying Zheng also wondered why every time he put something on a whim, one of Gan Luo's teeth would collapse.In the end, Ying Zheng, who believed that he was always right, came to the conclusion that Gan Luo's mouth was too fast and harsh when eating, which was not in line with etiquette at all.