Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, so it goes without saying that it is lively. From the first few days, the market has been selling calamus and moxa leaves.
There are also mugwort leaves and boiled eggs.
This year, because of the emergence of a very interesting and fashionable rice dumpling, it really became a big hit and the excitement lasted for several days.
Nowadays, there is no one in Panshi Town who does not know the name of Zongzi.
In time for the Dragon Boat Festival to give gifts or to eat at home, I bought everything I needed to buy, and the rest I haven’t bought yet are waiting for today’s wave of reservations.
So as soon as Song Qiu and Wu Wujin arrived at the market, they were immediately taken advantage of.
"Hurry, while it's early, I'll get the rice dumplings and deliver them to the people I want to deliver them to as soon as possible!"
"Just because I was waiting for these rice dumplings, I rushed to deliver them on the same day as this year's Dragon Boat Festival gift. In previous years, I delivered them long ago!"
"Yes, yes, bring it to us quickly!"
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So Song Qiu and Wujin didn't even have time to take a breath and started getting busy.
Look at the number on the rag, hand over the rice dumpling and collect the remaining money.
Everything went smoothly. Although I was tired, I was methodical and couldn't cause any trouble.
Knowing that they were busy and well-staffed, Fan Jin and his boy helped them out. After everyone else's rice dumplings had been taken away, he paid the remaining money and was the last one to pick up the rice dumplings he had ordered.
The barrels he brought were all empty. Song Qiu let out a big sigh, looked at Wujin and said, "Thank you so much to Uncle Wujin. Uncle Wujin, are you going to the dock to pull goods, or are you going home today?"
go?"
"It's the Dragon Boat Festival today! It's better to go home for the festival. Aren't you going to the Ping'an Fair? Just in time, I'll take you there. Your Aunt Manju is also going to Songshan Temple to burn incense with her orchids early in the morning. I'll take you to pick her up.
them."
Wu Wujin said that he originally wanted to go to the pier to pick up goods twice and then go to Ping'an Market, but a little girl named Aqiu had so much money on her, and he didn't trust her to go to Ping'an Market alone on a small road.
I simply don't want to buy anything anymore and send her to her first.
Song Qiu didn't know what Wu Wujin was thinking. After hearing this, she thought it was a good idea to ride on an ox cart, which would be more tiring and comfortable than her running. So she hurriedly returned the wooden sign and followed the ox cart to Ping'an Market.
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It was still early now, Song Qiu estimated that she and the others had just arrived at the Ping An Festival.
If you have an ox cart, you first take the official road, then turn onto the small road and arrive at Ping'an Market, which is much faster.
Today, Ping'an Market is busier than the town. There is an endless stream of people rushing to Songshan Temple. Even before the oxcart enters the market, it is somewhat blocked.
Friday Jin drove the bullock cart to a familiar house near the entrance of Ping'an Village to put it there, and walked with Song Qiu to the market.
As soon as he walked in, Song Qiu heard Zhang Lihua shouting, "Zongzi! Delicious and fragrant rice dumplings! You can give them to relatives during the Dragon Boat Festival, or you can eat them at home! It is a blessing to have many children and grandchildren, and the ancestors of Guangzong are adding children! Come on!
Come and buy it quickly!”
Well, you don’t have to look around in the crowds of people, just follow the sound.
When he found the stall, Song Qiu directly took four rice dumplings and stuffed them for Wujin, "Uncle Wujin, take it quickly, find Aunt Manju and the others to eat together. It's so early in the morning, we haven't eaten anything, so we're hungry!"
Wu Jin refused to take it no matter what he said. In the end, there was nothing he could do. Song Qiucai said that the rice dumplings he had ordered for ten cents that day had not yet been given, so this was what he was giving.
In this way, the pound was settled on Friday, and four rice dumplings were paid for ten cents. He also took advantage. He also smiled and didn't leave in a hurry. Seeing that Song Qiu joined him, the three of them were busy together, so he followed.
The crowd went up to Songshan Temple.
Today's Ping'an Fair included people from Panshi Town, people from all the way from Dongling County, and even more, people from the surrounding villages in Shiliba Village. In short, it was overcrowded.
If you want to go up to Songshan Temple, you have to go through the middle road. It’s so crowded that walking up the mountain slows down, so you inevitably have to look left and right to take a look at the stalls.
This rice dumpling has become popular and has been popular for a few days. Many people have heard of this name. Seeing that some of them are sold at Ping'an Market today, and those who haven't had breakfast yet, they all took out their copper coins and bought one or two.
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Some people who came from far away from Dongling County heard the novel name of the rice dumplings and heard others saying that it was an auspicious sign of having many children, many blessings, and prosperity, so they couldn't help but spend money to buy them.
However, there are currently many people who are busy going to Songshan Temple to burn incense, and many people plan to come back later to buy rice dumplings.
So by the time Song Qiu and the others had sold out all the 180 large rice dumplings, forty strings and nine pieces of rice dumplings, the whole morning was almost over.
Old Yuan wanted to burn incense and worship Buddha. Although she failed to burn the first incense, she didn't pay attention to it today. She mainly wanted to thank Buddha for blessing her granddaughter.
So as soon as the wooden barrels were collected and temporarily placed in a family I knew, I quickly bought incense candles and four large rice dumplings specially set aside from a shop owned by people from Ping'an Village where I lived in Zha Village, and took Song with him.
Qiu and Zhang Lihua went up the mountain without stopping.
Along the way, many people passing by on their way down the mountain were saying that the vegetarian food at Songshan Temple was particularly delicious today.
Song Qiu couldn't help but secrete saliva in his mouth after listening to it. He couldn't help but think of what happened when he was a child in his previous life.
At that time, she and her grandma would go to their local temple to worship Buddha during festivals. Those who were on the way would have vegetarian meals, which cost three yuan a portion. They were packed in fast food boxes. They were vegetarian dishes without any meat and fishy smell, and they smelled like a fragrant aroma.
It's also quite delicious to eat.
I don’t know what this ancient vegetarian meal was like.
The terrain of Songshan Temple is high, and you have to climb a hundred steps just for the bluestone stairs, not to mention the winding dirt roads.
Therefore, by the time you reach the top of the mountain, you will be so tired that you are out of breath.
No wonder people always say that the temples in the mountains are full of incense and fire, but if you try such a big force, the Buddha will not be able to work anymore.
In the past, Song Qiu did not believe in Buddhism, but she could come here from that era and see the Buddha in Songshan Temple when she opened her eyes. Even if she did not believe in the Buddha here, she still had to believe in it.
Therefore, Song Qiu devoutly followed Old Yuan to burn incense in the big incense burner in the square, bowed, and then followed Old Yuan into the main hall to kowtow to the Buddha.
Hearing her pacifier mumbling words, Song Qiu listened attentively and probably heard something about blessing her granddaughter.
Song Qiu smiled slightly, met the compassionate eyes of the Buddha, and silently recited a few words, bless her grandma to be safe and live a long life, bless her to make a lot of money, and live a good life with her grandma, and bless Lihua to have a safe and smooth life.
May all your wishes come true.
Well, also, may Zhang Yang be safe, healthy and successful outside.
After paying homage to the Buddha, Mr. Yuan was not in a hurry to leave. It was already noon and he was already hungry. He wanted to have a fast meal to be complete.
However, fasting meals are not free. At times like this, a fasting meal costs three cents.
Old Yuan happily took out nine coins and took Song Qiu and Zhang Lihua into the dining hall behind the temple.
Most of the pilgrims at this point had finished their fasting meal and went down the mountain. At this time, there were not many people in the fasting hall, and the place was quite empty.
After paying the money, we received three large earthen bowls. We queued up at the table and a monk poured the food into the bowls.
A spoonful of white rice, a spoonful of tofu, a spoonful of pumpkin, and a mung bean cake. It is very simple, but it makes people very appetizing when they look at it and smell it.