Chapter 929 The Twelve Years of Qingque that finally ended (two in one)
It's not snowing here in Jinguancheng, but the weather is starting to get colder.
The sunlight falling from the sky does not have much warmth when it falls on people's bodies.
There is a thin layer of ice on the water surface, which is similar to chicken skin, so it is also called chicken skin jelly.
Such weather is obviously no longer suitable for digging canals with bare feet, so most of the Qingque tribe's men stand on the dry land, waving the tools in their hands to open up wasteland.
Han Cheng also held a rake and kept raising and lowering it here, clearing wasteland with everyone.
His body has basically grown completely, and his strength has also increased a lot. Now everyone in the tribe is working hard, and it is not good for him to be idle alone.
Of course, more importantly, it would be a bit cold to not have the energy to do some physical work in such weather.
However, Han Cheng would not tell such things to the rest of the tribe, as this would damage his image of being tall and powerful in the hearts of the tribe.
It’s so cold to work. How could a son of God work tirelessly in order to build Jinguan City as soon as possible. In the morning, he taught the tribal minors to read and write, and in the afternoon, he carried a rake to open up wasteland. It was touching that he would not be idle for a moment.
Deep? It has a great motivating effect?
After digging for a while, Han Cheng not only couldn't feel the cold anymore, but also had sweat on his head.
Sure enough, life lies in movement, and digging the ground is a good way to resist the cold...
The chilly wind was blowing, and Mao Er held a small basin of glutinous rice in his hand and carefully brushed the door and door frame of Jinguan City.
Two other people followed him, holding the red paper with calligraphy written on it. After carefully arranging it up and down, they pasted it on the place where the cat's ears had been brushed with glutinous rice.
After pasting the Spring Festival couplets with black characters on red paper and the square-shaped "福" on the door, the atmosphere of the Spring Festival was immediately highlighted.
Before you know it, the time has come to the end of the year, and under Han Cheng's order, Jinguan City has begun to prepare for the Spring Festival.
Han Cheng, who came from later generations, has a deep obsession with celebrating the New Year.
Following his order, Jinguan City immediately became lively.
As everyone is busy, various ingredients are gradually prepared, and the fragrance fills the place.
Han Cheng, who doesn't cook much these days, also went to cook himself and cooked his best braised pork for the tribe members, which attracted cheers from many people.
The yellow sun set quite a distance from the western horizon. It was too lazy to move, but it no longer wanted to move, and simply disappeared into the sky.
It was at this time that the New Year's Eve dinner for everyone in Jinguan City was served.
There are braised pork, reddish river shrimps, braised fish, lightly fried and steamed pork cubes, grilled golden lamb chops...
There are several large and small pots placed in circles.
The rice is still steamed dry millet rice, but the water used for drinking is very different.
It's no longer deer milk or goat's milk, but rice tea with some dried red dates.
Add some honey into it, and it can be regarded as candied date and white rice porridge.
After a bowl of wine was poured in front of everyone, Han Cheng stood up with the wine bowl and invited everyone to drink together.
Everyone picked up their wine bowls, bumped them against each other in the air, and then drank up the wine in one gulp.
The sour wine enters the throat and turns into a warm current.
Some people exhaled the smell of alcohol and found it very enjoyable, while others couldn't help but stick out their tongues and grin.
After drinking a bowl of wine, everyone picked up their chopsticks and looked at the delicious food in front of them.
"Woooooooo..."
At this time, the tribe's dog barked loudly, which sounded like there was some movement around the tribe.
The people in the courtyard who had just eaten put down their chopsticks and looked a little alert.
"It's them! They came here carrying the burden!"
Eating on top of the wall with a bowl in hand, the man from the Qingque tribe who was on guard turned his head and said loudly to everyone in the courtyard.
When everyone heard that it was the older primitive women who were coming, they all felt relieved and continued to eat.
Han Cheng couldn't help but sniff slightly. He very much suspected that the older primitive women came here by smelling the smell. Otherwise, how could they catch up with the meal by such a coincidence?
And it just happened to catch up with the most abundant meal of the year for his tribe?
Although he felt very sorry for his tribe's food and wanted to let the man on the wall tell the older primitive women that he and others were not here, Han Cheng still did not make such a decision after all.
Instead, let people take out a pile of bowls, take out a bowl of each food from the food they just started eating, and let these people eat.
Fortunately, I cooked a lot of food this time and all of it was packed in pots.
Put two chopsticks on each 'table' and a bowl will be full.
Even if a bowl of vegetables is spread among several pots, it won't look conspicuous.
This meal has to be taken care of no matter what. It’s easier to talk about it during normal times, but now it’s the Chinese New Year, and someone comes to the door and asks them to eat some food made by their own tribe.
When the older primitive women and their party arrived at the gate of the inner courtyard of Jinguan City, the meals for them were also prepared.
It is the same as the meals eaten by everyone in the Qingque tribe, with a total of sixteen kinds.
It's just that everyone in the Qingque tribe eats food in pots, while the food for the older primitive women is served in bowls.
But even so, the sixteen bowls placed together are still very spectacular, especially when these sixteen bowls are filled with extremely delicious food.
People, including the older primitive women, were completely stunned when they saw the many delicacies placed among the Qingque tribe members who were gathered in a circle.
This shock was no less shocking than when they discovered that the people of the Qingque tribe had built such a tall cave in the short time they left.
How could they be so rich and eat so much food at once?
Is it really okay to eat so much food at once?
After several transactions, the older primitive women felt that they and others were already relatively wealthy. Even if they were not as rich as the people of the mysterious Qingque tribe, the gap in the middle should be narrowed a lot.
Who would have thought that they would see such a scene just after arriving at the mysterious Qingque Tribe!
Compared with the scene they saw before them, what they were proud of was really nothing!
The distance between myself and others and the Qingque Tribe has not been shortened, but has become insurmountable.
What kind of tribe is this?
Just when you thought you had seen their most powerful and wealthy side, you discovered that they had something even more powerful and wealthy that they had not shown before...
This feeling is really too exciting.
At Han Cheng's signal, Mao put down his chopsticks and came to the older primitive women, conveyed Han Cheng's meaning to them, and pointed to the food just prepared for them.
When they realized that the food in the exquisite pottery bowls was for themselves and others, the older primitive women became even more surprised.
Are you willing to wait for others to eat such exquisite and abundant food?
This tribe is so kind and generous!
You know, most of these foods are meat that makes you drool!
The older primitive women looked dull.
She pointed at the food in the bowls and looked at Mao, who smiled and nodded to her. She then turned to look at Han Cheng, who was sitting not too far away, and Han Cheng also smiled and nodded to her.
Only then did she believe that what she had understood not long ago was true!
The older female primitives looked at the Qingque tribe members who looked at them with kind smiles on their faces, and then looked at the rich food. After all, they still could not resist the temptation of delicious food.
However, she did not take the people to eat directly. Instead, she took off a large package containing food from the end of the load she carried and pushed it to the trader.
Mao smiled and shook his head, pushing it back again.
The older primitive woman disagreed and pushed it to Mao.
Seeing such a scene, the smiles on the faces of everyone in the Qingque tribe became even stronger.
This is the most ancient courtesy exchange.
When Han Cheng saw that the older primitive women were making concessions, he asked Mao to accept the package. Then the older primitive women and the others began to eat the Qingque Tribe's New Year's Eve dinner that Han Cheng had asked to prepare for them.
After just eating a little, the older primitive women couldn't help but widen their eyes.
They have never eaten such delicious food!
After just one bite, the older primitive woman felt that what she had just given was too little.
How could such a delicious thing be exchanged for a package of food from my own tribe?
So she stood up and untied another package from the other end of the load, hoping to send this package of food, which was originally used in exchange for pottery and salt, to the people of the Qingque tribe.
Han Cheng did not accept this package anyway, but instead had some food delivered to them.
After the older primitive women and the others ate for a while, Han Cheng came over with a smile, carrying a wine jar.
He poured wine for them himself, and Han Cheng drank one with them.
Seeing the older primitive woman grinning after drinking, the people in the Qingque tribe couldn't help but let out a burst of good-natured laughter.
Although some people don't understand why the mysterious and wealthy Qingque tribe people like to drink this kind of drink. It doesn't taste good at all, but it seems to be very precious in this tribe. The older female primitives
They all laughed together anyway.
After doing this for a while, some of the older primitive women began to slowly realize the wonderful taste of this kind of thing...
After a pleasant time was spent, the delicious food was eaten by everyone.
Just when the older primitive women thought that this was the end of today's events, everyone in the Qingque tribe made a new move.
Piles of bonfires were lit, and everyone jumped and danced happily around the fire...
This year we came in a hurry, and no trace of bamboo was found near Jinguan City, so there were no firecrackers burning tonight, but everyone still had a happy time.
Many of the reasons for this are due to the older primitive women joining.
Watching their surprised and helpless looks when they heard the sound of the gongs and drums, watching them being guided by their own tribe and others, imitating the people of their own tribe, they looked very unfamiliar and twisted.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe felt inexplicably happy...
But the only regret is that I didn’t see snow on my first New Year’s Eve in Jinguancheng.
A bonfire was lit here in Jinguan City and while the gongs and drums were beating, a bigger bonfire was also lit in the Qingque Lord tribe far away from here.
More people gathered together, jumping and dancing, and spent this joyful time together.
In the Tongshan residential area, Shang drank too much, and with a somewhat red face, he beat the drum in front of him hard to make the lively atmosphere more lively.
The blazing bonfire tore through the night sky and illuminated a large area.
Looking down from high in the sky, you can see bonfires lighting up in three places at the same time in the vast darkness.
If Junior Brother Sha and others in the Qinling Subdivision did not return to the main tribe from there after the snow fell, there would be four such points.
Little bits of fire flickered in the darkness, like stars in the night sky.
Perhaps after many, many years have passed, at moments like this, more places will light up together.
Those many fires connected together will be as bright as the stars in the sky...
"New Lianhao~"
After spending a New Year's Eve with the people of the Qingque tribe living in Jinguan City, the older primitive women also knew that the reason why the people of the Qingque tribe were so happy was because this was an extremely important thing to them.
festival.
The older primitive women don't quite understand what a festival is, but after going through yesterday's carnival together, they also have some vague understanding of it.
Although they still don't quite understand this festival, which is called 'New Year' by the people of the Qingque tribe, it does not prevent them from liking this cheerful day at all, and they imagine that their tribe can be like Qingque.
Like the people of the Que tribe, it would be great to celebrate this festival called 'Nian'.
Looking at the neatly dressed people in the Qingque tribe, holding hands with each other and saying the same sentence with smiles, the older female primitives couldn't help but imitate the appearance of the people in the Qingque tribe, saying this sentence in an extremely stiff manner.
The language of the Qingque tribe...
The older primitive women left with some pottery and salt that they had exchanged for them, and seemed to be reluctant to leave. They also took Qingque Twelve Years with them.
With the departure of the older primitive women, the thirteenth year of Qingque also quietly arrived.
It didn't snow here in Jinguancheng, so after five days of rest after celebrating the New Year, everyone in Jinguancheng, led by Han Cheng, took their tools to the fields again and continued to use them to open up wasteland.
At the same time, in an unknown place, a group of people also set out from the tribe carrying things...
