It was almost noon when a team of mules arrived.

"Uncle Zhao, good year."

"Okay, you still have a few villages, do you want to eat and drink in the village?"

"No need, we bring dry food, always have to send the annual rewards of the villages as soon as possible, we also want to go back to the city before dark, my mother-in-law made dumplings, I heard that the county order is ready to set up a fire at night, fifty roasted whole sheep, this momentum."

Hearing the young man say happily, Lao Zhao Tou knocked heavily on the young man's head with the wooden stick in his hand: "This stinky mouth doesn't have a door, what kind of county order." That's the Kumamoto Yamaka Ward Governor, or the head of the district, and I've never heard of any prefectural order. ”

The young man slapped himself twice on the mouth: "It's wrong, it's wrong." It's the mayor. ”

In order to confuse the Wei people, no one here has an official position in the Great Tang, but the internal officials and petty officials at all levels still know what kind of official position the senior officials are relative to, and this Chinese New Year's Eve is happy to say that he is wrong.

Putting down the New Year's goods, this group of people went east again, and there were still a few villages for them to deliver.

"Open...... Big...... Kitchen range! The old village chief shouted, and all the households from Datang immediately cheered, and the joy made the Japanese people who didn't understand anything also shout.

The Japanese people at least know how to open a big stove, which means that there are good things for everyone to eat.

Usually, the stove is opened six times a month.

After the old village chief finished shouting, he happily went to look at the New Year's goods again, this was the first time they celebrated the New Year outside the Tang Dynasty.

The first one, red paper, ink, and a large pen.

At first glance, it was prepared for the post couplet, and it seems that the district chief still has a heart.

Seeing these red papers made the hearts of all the families who came to Datang warm.

Then there is a package of printed color paintings, which are thousands of sizes, including dolls holding fish, dolls holding lotus flowers, in short, one doll after another.

"What is this?" An old man pulled out two paintings.

Many people gathered around, and after looking carefully, someone said, "This is the door god, it must be the door god." ”

"How is this god different from the previous ones?"

"I didn't look at what it said, one is our Tang Dynasty Protector General Qin, and the other is Tang Dynasty Brave Captain Chi General, we have a general outside to protect us, and all evils will not invade. Come on, call a few mothers-in-law to come over and quickly make paste and put it on the post. ”

"No, no. Let me say goodbye first......

There were more and more joyful laughter.

The old village chief found that there were still twenty cans, four whole slaughtered sheep, and more than ten baskets of cabbage and radish. There are as many as ten bags of fine white flour.

"Make dumplings......" The old village chief shouted again.

I was busy until the beginning of Shen Shichu, that is, at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I didn't start preparing for dinner today.

The old village scolded while watching: "You pig brain, dumplings can be wrapped like this, and they can be made into noodle soup in the pot." ”

The scolded widow just giggled.

I actually started eating, and it took more than half an hour.

The aroma of mutton soup wafted far away to the other side of the river.

The Japanese people do not have the customs of the Tang Dynasty for the New Year, there is no animal husbandry on the island, and the Japanese people do not eat meat. It's not because they don't like to eat, in fact, in the early days, the Japanese people ate meat.

Wei Zhi said that Wadao: there are no cattle, horses, leopards, sheep and magpies in its land.

There are also trained wild boars.

At this time, because the population of Wajima had increased dramatically, the beasts had long been eaten up, and the Wa people had no breeding technology, so in fact there was no meat to eat.

Historically, the real ban on the consumption of beasts was 50 years later, when Buddhism ordered that the king of the Japanese was not allowed to eat meat.

The aroma of mutton soup made the small village on the other side of the river, which usually eats pig food worse than pig food in the eyes of the Tang people, start to stir again. But they did not dare to come, because they were beaten as soon as they crossed the river.

It was not the Tang people in this village who did it, but the Japanese villagers who went to fight.

The Japanese people of this village followed the Tang people to plant mulberry forests, eat well, dress well, and sleep in a house. The physique is much higher than that side, plus there are excellent weapons on this side. Even if you don't have to guard the village's horizontal sword, you can beat a hundred people with ten people with just a wooden stick.

The Japanese people in the village sensed that the other side of the river seemed to want to come and steal food again, and immediately gathered men to prepare for defense.

"Put the guys down, it's a good day, let's not fight. Go and take out some of the old dumplings of dry food that you have saved, and ask them to bring a bowl with each family. It's a good day, give them something to eat. ”

Datang was originally a tradition of relieving beggars during the New Year, and the Datang people also maintained this virtue.

The Japanese have always listened to the orders of the old village chief.

But this time, they didn't fully enforce it.

The Japanese people of Sanglin Village began to arrange for people to choose, and the dumplings were the dry food they brought with them when they went out to work, and they would make a lot of them each time, more in winter and less in summer.

There are those that have been saved, and there are even those from the last time, the last time.

The good ones were picked out and repacked in the basket, and then covered, and the old, broken, and even some light and bad ones were picked out, and they were not too much, so much that they only brought a meal with them every time they went out to work in the mulberry forest.

At the river, no one is allowed to cross the river, pull up a cable and hang it on an oil tanker and hang it on a small basket.

The Japanese people on both sides are shouting something, a little far away, the old village chief didn't hear clearly, there is a local accented vernacular, speak slowly, the old village chief can still understand it, speak fast, this way of quarreling, close to the can't hear what is being said.

After giving the dumplings, the old village chief gave some dumplings again, and the widows stopped doing it.

Part of it was wrapped by themselves, although it was surprisingly ugly and cracked, but it was wrapped by their own hands. Those Tang people bags are exquisite and beautiful, and they are even more reluctant to give.

"Alright, alright. Well, hang them two baskets of buns, one for beans and one for meat. ”

The steamed buns were steamed in batches at the Kumamoto Castle Restaurant, and they were also transported by mules, and these things had never been eaten by the Japanese people who worked in the mulberry forest before, so I don't know what they were, but they definitely didn't feel as good as the dumplings, so they were hung in two baskets.

On the other side of the river, the frozen hard meat buns this winter made those widows cry when they ate it.

I don't know if I was moved, or I felt my poor life.

Here, as the old village chief expected, after the dumplings made by the Japanese people were put into the pot, they turned into a pot of stewed noodles.

"Hahaha, you clumsy stupid guys. Come, give each of them a small bowl and try the real dumplings. ”

The Japanese people are happy to eat, this braised noodles is also very delicious, and the Tang people must use soup to eat dumplings.

After eating steamed steamed buns, real dumplings. The Japanese people who gave the food over there just now began to regret it, I am afraid that such delicious things are not available in the palace, why did they give them to those guys.

The old village chief beat a lot of people with wooden sticks, which calmed down the widows who were about to cross the river to grab the buns.