Haiyan Heqing Four O’clock Days

  Chapter 19 [Hua Shao Chunsheng] Shaking the sky and rolling through the rocks, thunder worms, worms, and grass, Fangfei [Jing Zong·Fifth]

  The pig sacrifices to the white tiger for rest,

  Liu hits the villain to moisturize the throat.

  The drizzle and the branches are like washing,

  Gentle style green ancient question.

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  Shocking. She is anxious, but also likes to be busy. No, I took Meng Jiuzhou to the villages around the forest.

  Many people in the village are killing pigs, and the hum of pigs echoes in the village along with the barking of dogs.

Most of the owners of rural houses are hospitable. For guests from afar, as long as they are not malicious, they will get acquainted with one sentence and welcome them into the house. They will make a meal that they are not willing to eat during the weekdays. Guests from afar, to show welcome and attention.

  Jingzhe chatted with the hostess of a farmhouse, and the hostess welcomed Jingzhe and Meng Jiuzhou home.

  In the middle of the yard, there are several big drums, the red lacquered drum body, and the cowhide drum surface. Although this drum is very large, it can be seen that all parts are very delicate.

Seeing Meng Jiuzhou and Jingzhe staring at the drum, the hostess of the farmer explained: "The family makes drums, to catch up with these few days of Jingzhe solar terms. God thunders, we will be covered with drums, not all of them are left in the yard. , Don't be messy!"

   "Auntie, there is nothing, but the drum is so exquisite!" Meng Jiuzhou stopped quickly and praised it randomly.

  The hostess said with some pride: "Hey, it's nothing. It's all the craftsmanship left by the ancestors. The younger generations feel tired and don't make money. Now they don't want to learn it!"

  While speaking, the hostess could not help but sigh at the loss of this old craft, "I am afraid that not many people will do this kind of handmade drum in the future. Now these old crafts are lost a lot..."

   "Look at me, if you waste so much, sit in the house!" The hostess opened the door and welcomed Jingzhe and Meng Jiuzhou in.

  Settling down in Kyushu and Jingzhe sat down, the hostess hurried out again, "I will bring you white tigers. We have a custom of offering sacrifices to the white tigers in the solar terms. You can follow the custom when you come to the village and participate in it."

  The hostess brought two pieces of yellow paper and two pieces of oily pork skin. The yellow paper was cut into the shape of a tiger, with black tiger markings painted on it, and the pork skin looked like a live pig.

"Although these folklore and traditional things are not popular now, our country people are still used to this kind of customs to place some wishes for a stable life and a good harvest. This sacrifice to the white tiger is to pray that there will be no villains this year. speech."

  The hostess of the farmer said so eloquently, which attracted both Meng Jiuzhou and Jingzhe.

   "But Auntie, how should I sacrifice this?" Kyushu was puzzled.

  Looking at Kyushu’s curious look, the hostess spoke softly, “It’s nothing difficult, just cover the white tiger with pork, so it can’t gossip!”

   Kyushu nodded, and completed the small ceremony of "sacrificing the white tiger" as the hostess of the farmer said.

   Soon the male owner of the farmhouse also came in anxiously, “The rice is not yet cooked, I brought two pears, you can eat them for the two dolls, it will be hot in spring and moisten your throat!”

"Okay, I'll let them eat first, let's go cook!" The hostess gave the two pears to Kyushu and Jingzhe respectively, "You eat first, if you don’t care about it, don’t eat the same pear for two people. Set it aside when you can't finish it."

  The hostess and hostess went out to cook, leaving Kyushu and Jingzhe to eat pears, but they also believed in this person.

  Shocked and called the doll. Although a little embarrassing, I still understand the sincerity of the farmer’s treatment.

   Let’s say that the shock arrived here, and the thunderstorm also followed. The farmer watched as the sky was overcast, and hurried to pack up their things.

  I was shocked to see that the arrival of myself and Kyushu had caused trouble and trouble to this village family, so I quickly thanked him and said goodbye to this family.

  The next day was the day when the equinox should come out, and Jingzhe took Kyushu to wander all the way.

  A slight drizzle hit the branches, and the green branches and leaves were like washed jasper, with a moist breath.

  The thin willow leaves on the bank of the river are like the same smoky eyebrows, with the willow branches hanging down, and being blown by the spring breeze, reflecting colorful reflections on the water, just like the ladies who dressed in mirrors in ancient times, and are demure and gentle.

   Kyushu can’t help but think of an ancient poem he had learned: “I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.”

  　Knowledge link: [related knowledge mentioned in this chapter (including some extensions)]

  　　 surprise custom

  　　①Memorial to the white tiger (yellow paper black tiger, lard blocking the mouth of the villain)

  　　②Eating pears (send: go out to Wangzu, health preservation: in spring, it is easy to get irritated and dry, eating pears can be moisturized.)

  　　③ Cover the drum skin (Tiangong beats the drum, that is, thunders, the world makes the drum, and the drum skin is covered with cowhide.)

  　　 verse related

  　　① "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors." (This sentence comes from a poem "Wing Willow" by He Zhizhang in the Tang Dynasty.)

  　　[Part of the information comes from the Internet, and is made by self-integration and interpretation]

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