The winter solstice has just passed, and the festival celebration has not yet faded. Children in the village are playing snowball fights under heavy snow, having fun. They are not afraid to see the giant Dafengfeng, but instead throw snowballs over.

A young man shouted, "Zhang Zhixiang, come and have fun!"

A child enviously said: "Big Wind, I want to ride a horse too!!"

A child showed off: "Zhang Zhixiang, my family ate leek dumplings yesterday, and it was so delicious!"

Taoism has "four fastings", namely, not eating cows, mullets, wild geese, and dogs. It is also forbidden to "five meat and four fishy fish", namely, green onions, leeks, garlic, brassica, coriander, pepper, cumin, star anise, and chili peppers.

Chive dumplings...

Zhang Zhixiang sighed. He was a serious monk and Taoist priest. His nominal master was Zhang Daoling, the master of Zu Tianshi. Although he was not as vegetarian as Quanzhen Sect, he still had things that he could not eat.

"I came to the mountain yesterday and sent several trucks of things. The bird's nest was covered with no smell."

“The mutton dumplings are just like that.”

"The lychees, longans and watermelons offered by the imperial court are not sweet, so I can eat them fresh in winter..."

Zhang Zhixiang said everything that the children cried loudly. When he went home to find his mother, he was like a victorious general, commanding the Great Wind to walk towards his home.

Maybe I heard the sound from the entrance of the village or saw Dafeng.

Mother Zhang Fu stood at the door and looked at and waited.

"mother!"

Zhang Zhixiang shouted excitedly, "He lives in the mountains on weekdays and goes home every now and then, so his mother misses him very much. After Zhang Zhixiang landed on the ground, she pulled her son and started chattering.

"Why didn't I go home yesterday? My mother made a lot of dumplings."

"Yesterday, an imperial envoy came up from the mountain and named Zhengyisi Sect Baoguangda Zhenren to his senior brother, who was in charge of Taoist affairs in the world, and rewarded many things. Oh, by the way, I am now a Guanglu official granted by the imperial court. From the first rank, I will be a high-ranking official from the future."

"real?!"

"That's right, I'll go to Beijing to see the emperor after the New Year."

"Will my son be the prime minister in the future?"

"The Prime Minister of Purple Clothing, isn't he the Prime Minister?"

The mother and son chatted into the house. Da Fangfeng followed behind, hunched over and walked through the door, and stopped entering the house. Zhang Xiucai's house was short. He felt uncomfortable when he went in. He swept the snow on the stone bench in the yard and sat and waited.

Soon a maid came over with a large clay pot, which contained hot broth.

After Da Fangfeng thanked him, he took it. The maid was carrying the thing about ten pounds, but it was like a teacup in his hand, and Gulang Gulang drank it all in one mouthful.

Then there was Zhang Xiucai with the Book Tong.

Zhang Xiucai was holding two roasted chickens and a jar of soju wine in his hand. Shutong was holding a large basket of steamed buns. After the things were put, Zhang Baichuan smiled and said, "The steamed buns were prepared yesterday. I steamed them again today, so it should not delay the taste."

"I originally wanted to cut some beef."

"Thinking that Anping can't eat beef, he won't make him complain."

Zhang Zhixiang's name was given by the old master of God, so Zhang Xiucai had to settle for the second time and directly gave his son a name, Zhang Zhixiang, whose name was Anping.

"Hold the elephant, the world goes. If you don't harm, you will be peaceful."

The same sentence quoted, but different expectations and different directions. Zhang Baichuan, a scholar, naturally yearned for self-cultivation, to govern the country and peace in the world, and also hoped that his son would be safe and sound throughout his life.

same.

Because of Zhang Zhixiang's vision when he was born, others said that the immortals came to the world and had too high expectations. Zhang Baichuan was afraid that if his son could not respond to this expectation, he would feel uncomfortable.

I hope he can be content with ordinary people if he is ordinary.

"Thank you, sir, the roast chicken is also very good." Da Fangfeng's tone was very respectful, but it still seemed like he was "roaring". Those who didn't know each other might lose their favor, but the Zhang family's maid was no longer afraid.

But every time I look at this giant, I feel it is very magical.

That big steamed bun, swallowed it in one bite.

No bones are spit out of roast chicken...

Zhang Baichuan looked at Da Fangfeng and fed, and smiled and said, "I always feel that it may be because of my size. Your style is like a savage Jurchen in the north, not like a Yin Di'an."

Da Fangfeng didn't mind and said, "I know I should get rid of my bones, but it's also troublesome, so I just swallowed it."

"If the savage Jurchens are, I'm afraid they'll eat raw chicken."

Da Fangfeng also knew about the savage Jurchens. He heard that there was no food to eat, no grains to plant, no relatives or filial piety, and the real wilderness was not savages.

They can grow and livestock.

When Zheng He's fleet arrived in Shangzhou, he brought many advanced farm tools, including curved plows, sickles, and threshing rods. He taught them more advanced rice seeds, transplanting rice, pond irrigation, and also taught them to burn porcelain and glaze.

Their tribe even received the promise from Zheng He's fleet to use the Big Dipper Seven Stars flag.

During the Xuande period, Emperor Xuande enthroned several major countries and tribes in Shangzhou, gave gold medals and documents, and became a minister of the Ming Dynasty...

Logically speaking, he should be considered a citizen of the Ming Dynasty.

But since Emperor Yingzong, the official fleet of the Ming Dynasty no longer traveled to Shangzhou, Kunlunzhou, and Xiluozhou. Only civil caravans traveled. Small countries that were too far away were unable to go to the Ming Dynasty to pay tribute. Now the main tributes were only countries close to the Ming Dynasty, including Fusang, North Korea, and Ryukyu.

Unlike the kindness and assistance of the imperial fleet, the private caravans are mainly profitable.

Caravans often engage in population trade like the Siro people. Their tribe warmly welcomed a caravan, but was raided by caravans that night. The battle of muskets and explosives made their tribe defeated.

As the first warrior of the tribe, Da Fangfeng was stunned by a shell and became a prisoner after waking up...

After he came to the Ming Dynasty and was rescued by the Heavenly Master Mansion, he had thought about taking revenge.

But the old master of heaven said that he had to learn the skills first if he wanted to take revenge, so he stayed in the master of heaven. During the past ten years, he learned Chinese dialect, recognized Chinese characters, and learned a strong martial arts.

I have gone down the mountain several times in recent years, but the more I know, the more I feel about revenge.

The enemy is so powerful...

Of course, Da Fangfeng would not tell Zhang family this. He just didn't want to compare with the savage Jurchens.

Although he was a little unconventional in his actions, he was not a savage. Even before the Ming Dynasty's fleet arrived in Shangzhou, they were not a savage, which was very important.

“There is a difference naturally.”

"If it were a savage who ate raw meat and drank blood, how dare the rainwater approach you? Yes, rainwater?"

Zhang Baichuan turned around and asked with a smile. The little maid's pretty face turned red and protested: "I, I'm very brave..."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed suddenly, because when they saw Dafeng Fang for the first time, Yushui was frightened and cried, muttering how pitiful it would be if I didn’t taste delicious.

After Zhang Baichuan laughed, he suddenly remembered something and shouted: "Anping! Anping! Come here quickly."

Zhang Zhixiang ran out of the house and asked, "What's wrong? Dad."

"Didn't you be curious about their Yindi people last time? I have read the Book of Songs for my father recently and understood their relationship with us. Let your mother warm up a few pots of wine and move out the hot pot, and we will have a chat while eating."

"real?"

Zhang Zhixiang was stunned for a moment, but she still went to call her mother to prepare hot pot.

It's really strange. What evidence can be found in the Book of Songs? Isn't Yin Di'an Ren a transliteration? Just like the "Indians" in later generations, as for Shangzhou, it should be based on the word Yin Di'an Ren?
Chapter completed!