ryethenovel 115. The Origin Of Steamed Buns, Digging Out A Tea Pot! (Please Subscribe!)
115. The Origin Of Steamed Buns, Digging Out A Tea Pot! (Please Subscribe!)
After Fang Yang finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Mantou is so common, it is the staple food in our life, but few people know how it came from.
No one thought that Mantou could be associated with the famous Zhuge Liang.
It feels like their worldview has been refreshed.
Fang Yang smiled: "You must be very surprised. In fact, pasta has been around for a long time, but at that time it was not called steamed buns, but another way of eating, called buns."
At this time, people on the side of the road kept getting out of the car and rushing here.
The foreman is numb, everything that happened today is weird.
Fans who had just arrived saw Fang Yang explaining, and quickly took out their mobile phones to record a video.
The bun that Fang Yang said, most people know what it is.
Especially in the Northeast, this is basically the staple food.
They seldom eat rice over there, so they order a la carte every day, make a roll of steamed buns, and a meal is done.
"The bronze drum in front of us now is a kind of military drum used by the local army when Zhuge Liang went south. After Zhuge Liang's transformation, it can be used for cooking during the day and alarm at night. It can be regarded as a portable military equipment. , in later generations, people named it Zhuge Drum!"
"But the steamed buns I just talked about have a lot to do with the Southern Expedition. Today's steamed buns in the southwest region are completely different from the steamed buns in other parts of our country."
"Mantou in the Southwest refers to the head of a barbarian!"
As soon as the words came out, there was a commotion around.
The steamed bun was actually torn up with the barbarian's head.
But if you read it carefully, you will find that the two sounds seem to be the same.
Fang Yang continued to explain with a smile: "There is an allusion. When Zhuge Liang was marching south, in 225 AD, after a year of preparation, he personally led the troops to march south.
"According to the marching at that time, there was a very important custom, that is, before going out to fight, to capture an enemy, and after capturing, behead the head and sacrifice the flag!"
"After completing this custom, "Six Zero Zero" is a good sign to win, so that you can bring your own team to fight!"
"At that time, Zhuge Liang wanted to respect the customs, but at the same time he also felt that it was a bit cruel. In order to complete such a ceremony, he later asked his chef to "make dough with a huge cause!"
"Then knead the dough into the shape of a Nanman's head, put clothes and armor on it, add chicken blood and dog blood, and then chop the steamed bun with a knife, which is considered to have completed the sacrificial ceremony."
While Fang Yang was explaining, Bureau Chen rushed over with dozens of police officers.
Fortunately, there were only dozens of people at the scene, so it was stable for the time being.
On the way here, my heart jumped into my throat.
There are only a dozen or so police officers here. If it was like yesterday's scene, it would definitely be out of control.
Once something happens at that time, it will not be a trivial matter.
And with the arrival of Bureau Chen.
The foreman was even more confused, and more and more workers put down their work and came to watch the excitement.
Unknowingly, there was a circle around the city.
Bureau Chen opened the cordon and walked up to Fang Yang, with a helpless expression on his face: "If you don't close this museum, our Xihai City will be in chaos!"
"Ah?" Fang Yang was taken aback: "Why!"
"Don't you know what your museum looks like now?"
Fang Yang thought about it, he seemed to have never been there since it opened, how could he know what it was like.
"What kind? Full capacity?"
Director Chen laughed at himself: "Full? Let me tell you, the queue is several kilometers away. Just look at it. Your place has been exposed. If nothing else, there are more people in this place today than yesterday. I see you today Run like this!"
"No way!" Fang Yang stared at the boss, and then looked at the fans around him, and suddenly felt that his head was getting bigger.
"That... Director Chen, I have always thought that you are a good chief and a good policeman. You will definitely protect me, a weak commoner, right?"
Chen Ju laughed angrily when he saw him like this: "You have the face to say that you are responsible for all this!"
"Ahem~~ Jue Chen, my safety is in your hands, I have to continue the live broadcast, let's not chat for now!!"
After finishing speaking, he continued to explain directly, completely ignoring Chen Ju's instant killing eyes next to him.
"I just talked about sacrifices, chopping steamed buns! At that time, there were not only Han Chinese in his army, but also some barbarians from the south."
"These southern barbarians know the news, and they also understand that Zhuge Liang is doing these truly compassionate things, and they are very grateful to him."
"When the chef is making food, he kneads the dough into long strips and then makes pasta. One knife is heavy and the other is light. Cut the pasta in this order. They want to let the man know the story of Zhuge Liang beheading a barbarian. The savages know."
"In the end, a special, square or rectangular steamed bun was left! This kind of steamed bun must have a deep knife mark on it, and there is a big gap in the middle after steaming."
【Qi】+1+1+1+1
[Fuck me, that's how my steamed buns come from? I said why the steamed buns here are different from others'. The steamed buns here are all small fist-sized buns, but the ones on the door side are rectangular, with a thinner one in the middle. Cutting a knife, I didn’t understand why at the time, but now I finally understand, it turned out to be to commemorate Zhuge Liang! I have learned it, and I can go back to my hometown to make a big wave!]
[Wow, I'm so happy, I've grown my brain. Recently, I suddenly feel that I have learned a lot. Every time I dig up a cultural relic, I can hear a story. I feel especially that my dog has recently come to watch the live broadcast together. I learned from its It can be seen in his eyes that he is going to college!]
[It’s been a long time since I saw Fang Yang digging other weird things, and I’m not used to it. However, it is really good to gain insight every time you dig cultural relics. Thinking of this, I really admire him, every cultural relic can tell a story, did he start learning from the womb?]
——[Nimma, the site is too far away today. I navigated from the county to that place, and it took me two hours. It looks like I can find a front row to watch today. 】
Many netizens are very familiar with the steamed buns mentioned by Fang Yang.
Especially those netizens who like Zhuge Liang, never thought that the steamed buns they often eat on weekdays have such an allusion.
On the other side of the scene, Fang Yang looked at the unsatisfied expressions of everyone and continued to talk.
"This knife mark is to commemorate Zhuge Liang's knife that cut the face but not the person. Later, the sergeants in the army knew about this thing. Gradually, this story also spread to the ears of the minorities in the south."
"Later, through the seven captures of Meng Huo, the minorities of the Southern Barbarians surrendered. It can be said that Zhuge Liang's Southern Expedition achieved an absolute victory."
"At that time, when the Three Kingdoms fought against each other, it could be said that every country needed military supplies, but after Zhuge Liang conquered the South, he made two bold decisions, but it was also because of this decision that the then Shu Kingdom obtained a large amount of The supplies and food are ready for the Northern Expedition!"
"The first one is not to hoard troops on the Nanman side. The second is not to hoard food and grass here. Such a policy makes all the famous people in the south have a strong sense of submission to the Shu Han, and they will pay a lot of tribute every year."
"Because of this, the entire south has been safe and sound for more than 600 years since the Southern Expedition. It has to be said that stories such as Zhuge Liang's compassionate heart and his steamed buns are left to the descendants of the southern barbarians to surrender from the heart."
"So, when everyone is eating steamed buns, look at the steamed buns and imagine Zhuge Liang's wisdom!"
After the story was told, everyone was unsatisfied.
In his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the hot air wafting from the steamed buns, and the aroma was tangy.
A drum triggers a story and connects people to steamed buns.
This is also the charm of cultural relics.
Drums are just common marching drums, many in ancient times.
But with Fang Yang's explanation, it's like a drum telling its own story to everyone.
The photographer tilted his head and said suddenly: "I have decided to eat steamed buns for lunch today, I don't know why after hearing this story, I really want to eat it, and I think it is delicious!
Fang Yang couldn't help laughing: "Okay, you eat steamed buns for lunch, and I eat chicken drumsticks!"
Chen Feng was stunned: "Don't say it, I also want to eat steamed buns, and I feel that I have a deeper understanding of it, so I really want to try it.
The fans outside also felt the same way, laughing and laughing that they were going to eat steamed buns at noon.
However, at this time, the workers had question marks on their faces: "Want to eat steamed buns? These people are out of their minds, I'm about to vomit every day!"
Just when everyone is thinking about what to have for lunch.
The army of fans in the distance has entered the battlefield.
From a distance, at least dozens of cars came at the same time.
Thanks to the lack of people here, there are enough seats.
Otherwise, just this one will directly block the road.
But even so, when the foreman saw the hundreds of people rushing here, he immediately yelled in horror: "Fuck! What is this? Are gangsters fighting?
Chen Feng next to him explained with a smile: "Don't panic, I told you before that he is a professor of history, do you still remember, they are all here to attend lectures!"
"Listen to the class? Don't listen to the school, go to the construction site to listen to the class. You really think I am a three-year-old child!"
However, when the army of fans rushed to the scene, they shouted excitedly at Fang Yang.
Seeing this scene, the foreman finally understood why the cordon was set up.
It turned out that they had already guessed this would happen.
But he never understood why!
Isn't it just a young man driving an excavator?
No matter how good the history is, I don't know how to attract so many people to watch.
However, the worker next to him suddenly thought of something: "Head! I know, he is Fang Yang!"
Fang Yang? What do you mean!"
"You don't look at your phone every day on the construction site. Of course you don't know. Recently, there is an old man named Fang Yang in Xihai City. I heard people say it. Just now, they all called Fang Yang again.
Probably the guy driving the excavator!"
"I don't understand, he is so famous, and he even ran to drive an excavator, didn't he lose his mind!"
Suddenly the worker slapped his thigh.
Shouted in horror: "Oops!"
The foreman looked at him suspiciously: "What's the matter, I was surprised!"
"Foreman, I forgot to tell you just now, I heard that as long as Fang Yang goes to work at any construction site, that construction site will stop working!"
"Damn it! It's real or fake, why?"
"Did you forget that he dug up two weird things just now? Last time I heard that he dug up a big 500-kilogram bomb [and it exploded on the spot!"
Nima...I'm afraid of what you said, how would he survive if it was blown up?"
"I heard he has nine lives!"
foreman:""
"Bragging, can you brag more truthfully, I don't believe it!"
"Believe in evil, those who don't believe in evil have all stopped working, you should let him go quickly!"
The foreman hesitated for a moment: "Forget it, look at so many people, can we talk to each other? Besides, what you said is just rumors, and nine lives are pure nonsense. What can he do if he drives an excavator alone?"
Modi, calm down!"
The audience at the scene is increasing..
After the cultural relics bureau removed the Zhuge drum, Fang Yang sat in the cab again and started working.
With the continuous turbulence of the soil, a large piece of the roadbed in front of him has been dug.
The time passed bit by bit, and it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning.
The next group of people were disappointed, and they were going to have lunch after a while.
However, at this moment.
God seemed to sense what they were thinking.
Ding~~~
A crisp, but very small sound came out.
But it was this small voice that reached everyone's ears very deeply.
Everyone got excited.
Chen Feng's eyes sparkled even more.
Fang Yang knew that this must be a small thing, and dug down again along the place where the noise was made before.
Sure enough, after a shovel, nothing was seen below.
Obviously, something should be in the bucket of mud Bali.
Fang Yang put the mud on the open space next to him.
Chen Feng took the lead and rushed up to plan the mud with his hands.
Soon, a gourd-like thing covered with mud and rust appeared in his hand.
"what is this!"
Looking carefully, it looks a bit like a gourd, but it is made of iron.
From the color of the rust on it, it can also be determined that it is not a bronze ware.
Then this thing is most likely not a cultural relic, but a modern thing.
Chen Feng was extremely disappointed, and looked at Fang Yang uncertainly: "What is this? Do you know him?"
Fang Yang took a look, and the system panel popped up.
【tea caddy】
【Era: Republic of China】
Fang Yang laughed, and returned lightly: "Tea pot!"
"Ah? Tea caddy?" Chen Feng immediately threw it away.
He believed in Fang Yang's judgment. Although he didn't recognize it, he said it was a tea caddy, so it must be.
And this iron tea caddy must be a modern product.
There is no doubt that what was dug this time was an oolong.
【Weather】+1+1+1+1....
[This is not a tea pot, this is the magic weapon of the old man before his ascension, the Tongtian magic gourd formed on the Tongtian ascension, mortals are ignorant. Get this gourd, you can get
Beauty True Biography, Flying to the Immortal World is just around the corner, so I’m still digging a fart when the time comes!]
【Fang Yang finally overturned, happy, sprinkled flowers, I decided to eat ten steamed buns to celebrate at noon today. This time Fang Yang is telling me that it is a national treasure, I wouldn’t believe it
It seems that the earliest tea pots were only in the Qing Dynasty, right? And the 5.2 looks like a modern shape. If this is a national treasure, I will eat it!]
——[Upstairs, don't talk too much, be careful of slapping your face. You never thought that this place is so remote, who would have nothing to do to bury a tea pot here, since Fang
Dig it out, it must have its value, if it is really a national treasure, you will not be able to eat it if you want!】
[It's not like I haven't dug up something that isn't a cultural relic before, and this time I don't believe it's a treasure either. If the rust on it was blue, I'd still think it was a
Bronzeware, this is obviously the rust of the Common, it cannot be a cultural relic!]
Fang Yang watched Chen Feng throw it away, but didn't stop him.
But he accidentally discovered that there was something in the jar that he had damaged with the bucket just now.
He hurried forward to pick it up.
Chen Feng asked suspiciously: "Didn't you mean the tea caddy?"
Fang Yang nodded: "It's indeed a tea caddy, and it's from the Ming Dynasty. It's not a cultural relic in itself. Look, there seems to be something in it."
Chen Feng raised his head and took a careful look.
It seems that there is a corner like paper, which is exposed.
"There's... something in it!"
"Yes, and this jar has always been sealed, and there is paper, which means that it is dry inside. If there are cultural relics, it is very likely to be well preserved!"
Chen Feng suddenly realized: "I said, how could you dig out the useless tea pot, so the treasure is inside!"
After speaking, quickly take it over and study with the archaeological team how to open the tea pot.
After all, the rust on it has long been covered with pulp.
If you force it open, it is very likely to destroy the contents inside.
The most important thing is that there may be paper inside!
Then it is more likely to be damaged.
The more Chen Feng thought about it, the more excited he became. A mysterious iron tea pot was buried in the wilderness, and what was inside was not tea, but paper!
Most importantly, he was dug out by Fang Yang, and nine out of ten of them are good things!.