Chinese Almanac Master

The author has something to say: In order to thank the passing girl for her long review, she put a chapter outside the festival in advance, Dragon Boat x Mid-Autumn. Levine novel.

Thanks to Miss Breeze's landmines, I will try to see if there may be an update to the body of the chapter later.

Yet another lunar calendar year on August 15, the moon teeth hung in the sky also became moon cakes. The Mid-Autumn Festival originated in Tang. As one of the oldest traditional festivals in China, people often choose a family to come together for reunion on this day. In this new year, it is the first thousand years since Mid-Autumn King became Calendar God.

Every time in previous years, he would only hold his white-haired pink-eyed drug lord alone to watch the moon and drink. Autumn laurels and chrysanthemums bloom well, although not as lively as in spring, but they always bloom elegantly and elegantly, and Zhongqiujun doesn't like to eat sweets, so whether it's egg yolk filled mooncakes or five-ren filled mooncakes, he is not sensitive to thanks.

On the bottom of the list of unusual little days, people always like to take some gorgeous fancy mooncake gift boxes to honor his elderly people, and at this time, he always has a courteous temper. Mid-autumn monks with a clean moon will complain headaches to his furry pharmacist.

“Alas, who loves these little dolls to eat the cake, if not for the poor cooking skills of Lady Wang, she would only make this food for her husband, how can we use it every year to suffer this sin, Pharmaceutical Lang, tell me whether we should discuss this with the experienced master, it would be nice to change the traditional customs a little...”

Hearing this, as an ordinary rabbit pharmacist, he naturally can't open his three valves to open up his goddess, because after all, he is not the one who lives in the moon palace who can make medicine, so no matter how soft words Mid-Autumn made him eat some mooncakes, he willfully formed a white ball to ignore. In this situation, Zhongqiu, who is famous for his temper, naturally can't do anything about him. He can only sigh behind his back and then honestly mow the carrot pine soil of his pharmacist.

Unlike other Calendar Gods, Mid-Autumn Festival hobbies are more peculiar than all day napping and cranking. His calendar contains a small piece of farmland, except for the carrots grown by the drug dealer, who mostly grows all kinds of vegetables and vegetables he likes.

The light and yin in the calendar is controlled by Calendar God himself. Mid-Autumn King often sees the next day in the ground to eat the sake dishes he wants. Today, his daughter red with beef stewed in potatoes. Tomorrow, Bamboo leaves green with cold mixed four seasons beans so feed her mouth. One day, Mid-Autumn King is sipping his own secret wine, suddenly he finds it boring.

“This Osmanthus product is sweet and has a sweet finish. I should eat some snacks with it. Alas, let me see if Xiao Qingming sent my youth group any more. That taste is pretty good...”

Chirping and grunting climbed up to find the Qing Ming Festival dessert for his youth group in the spring, but came to find nothing but annoying mooncakes in the cabinet. The longer Mid-Autumn King looked for his face, the more painful thoughts began to appear on his warm, white face. At the moment when he was not ready, he accidentally found two pigeons who did not know how long to keep there, and after carefully thinking about the old half day, Mid-Autumn Festival barely remembered for him. This was a Dragon Boat Festival, which Dragon Boat King gave him as a gift.

Speaking of Dragon Boat King, in fact, Zhongqiu and Zhongjun have also known each other for a long time. After all, they are traditional Chinese festivals. It makes no sense not to be familiar with each other. It's just that Dragon Boat King is an ancient man and a very serious courtesy. He rarely does anything beyond rude in front of others.

Like this one, it was the face of Dragon Boat King at the time solemnly, one by one to each traditional festival calendar gods, and for festivals and such things, Mid-Autumn Festival can always be thought of and given away, can not remember, so now I see these two sons, Mid-Autumn Festival instantly as if I saw some kind of savior to carry up.

The reed leaves were tied by the hemp rope of the two triangle seeds, they appeared just right when placed in the steam cage. Mid-autumn festival rarely ate the seeds, but when he smelled the rice that gradually dispersed in the steam cage or felt comfortable, he guessed in his heart what the filling was. After all, whether it was slightly sweet bean sand or slightly salty meat, it seemed not to match the sweet scent of laurel brewing. After waiting a moment, he took out the two steamed seeds and carefully peeled off the leaves on the chopsticks. Mid-autumn first frowned and tried to bite, then his eyes changed for a while before smiling helplessly.

The ancient Dragon Boat King really doesn't know how to adapt, even if it is Bao Zizi, he can't think of anything else to put, only honestly do this oldest, most plain and rugged glutinous rice noodle, but even Mid-Autumn Festival has to admit, even if it is rice noodle, it is also the best rice noodle in the world, because it is not only a traditional flavor of food itself, but also Dragon Boat Festival itself respect and pity for his festival origins.

Originally, the fish shrimp was thrown into the river to avoid eating Mr. Kuwara's body, because Mr. Kuwara had no heirs, so the folk sacrificed for him every year to avoid starvation after his life. For the people of the past, the five valleys were precious, let alone something like carnivorous nuts, but in the course of China's long historical development, many places have kept this tradition, which is actually a sacrifice to the ancestors, a beautiful cultural heritage.

“Dragon Boat? Dragon Boat? The nerd..."

Looking at this glutinous rice chopstick inserted on his chopsticks, Zhongqiujun shook his head and said a few words. Half-witted but unconscious, he had a smile. He hadn't come back for many years. He almost forgot that he could not always joke, but had always been patient with everyone's god. However, others forgot, Zhongqiu was not forgetting that one year after the holidays, he was drunk and finally ran to the end of the lunch monarch calendar to make a fuss. That night, there appeared to be a wonderful lunch monarch with such a beautiful collection of poems and a drunken Mid-Autumn Festival to read him a poem that was better than moonlight.

“The car is far away and the horse longs. ”

“Oh, after... after...”

“Junyu East Shandong Fudong, Ande flies to the west wind. ”

“Well... well, well... then what! Read on! ”

“Uh, Mid-Autumn King, your rabbit is drowning in the tank...”

Mid-Autumn Festival: "……”

……

“Who's going to the door? ”

In his spare time, he was organizing books and drawings at home. Dragon Boat King had long hair in grey clothes, and his profound face was not very familiar. Many children like him saw him scared, not because Dragon Boat King had any personality problems, but because he could not carry poetry and had to be handed over. It was a little scary for the child, but when he heard the bamboo bell swaying outside his calendar paper, he patiently walked out, and when he saw a lean shadow in white standing outside his calendar, and held a good white rabbit in his arms, Rao was a steady character like Dragon Boat, and also changed his color with some surprise.

“Nakaaki-kun, what is it? ”

The conversation room has done a solemn courtesy. Mid-Autumn heard that the Pharmaceutical Lang in his arms slipped into his sleeve. As soon as he lifted his leg, he saw the old face of Dragon Boat. At the moment, he couldn't help but laugh and make a little noise. See Dragon Boat Festival looking at himself indistinctly. Mid-Autumn glanced, thinking about it was rare to gently swallow, extremely polite opening,

“Tomorrow is the middle of autumn, I came to give Dragon Boat King a special ceremony. ”

Then he handed over a red paint dessert box wrapped in fine silk. Dragon Boat quickly took it with his hands. When he lifted his eyes, he found that Mid-Autumn Festival was looking at him with the same look. However, compared to such a focused and strange look, Dragon Boat Boy noticed something clearly elsewhere, because his gaze had fallen on Mid-Autumn Festival face somewhere since the beginning of the day.

His only contact with Mid-Autumn Festival was the drunken Mid-Autumn Festival many years ago, which was the first time in his life that he had ever been so close to a person, but he finally remembered not the poems he had seriously written down, but the drunkard who interrupted him all night, and that Mid-Autumn Festival, like today, was white, with a soft collar around his neck, obviously like a gentle and handsome adult man, but when he smiled, he accidentally revealed two exceptionally naive rabbits, looking like a white pink eyed rabbit.

“Many thanks. ”

Forced himself to keep the courtesy to say thank you in the middle of the autumn, but when the white shadow left, the mind of Dragon Boat Festival inevitably lost some loss. The forgetful person must have sent this courtesy this year. He had to wait until he got on the door again, I'm afraid it would take another 180 years, but when Dragon Boat Festival returned to his calendar paper with the snack box, and opened the wooden box cover with a few complicated emotions, he saw what was in it and stunned.

As far as I could see, the two moon rabbits covered in oil paper, the moon cake, placed in the right center of the box, with a bottle of laurel on the side, looked delightful, but the peach blossom letter raft in the right center still made Dragon Boat Festival a little unnamed, and when he expanded the letter, Dragon Boat Festival saw a brilliant line of small words leaping on the paper, and for a long time, Dragon Boat Festival lowered its head and slowly pulled up the corner of its mouth.

[Dragon Boat... Mid-Autumn and Night, you weren't the only one who was passionate.

The car is far away and the horse longs for it.

Junyu East Shandong Fudong, Ande flies to chase the west wind.

May I be as the star of the moon and the night be as clean as the light.

Moon is late, star star.

Liu Ming is waiting for the moon to resume, 35% of the earnings