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Zongyi was bought by the combination of the flowing water mat and the roasted whole lamb with maltose.

In terms of food, Zong Yi can be regarded as well-informed.

Dad Zongji is a super chef, whatever he cooks is delicious.

But this kind of flowing water feast where people come and go and eat all the time, this is indeed the first time Zong Yi has experienced it when he grows up so big.

It seems that there is nothing special about it except that the pot is very large. The ingredients are very ordinary, and the cooking method is also very ordinary.

But ordinary and ordinary together, there is an indescribable taste.

Especially white rice.

It directly overturned Zongyi's understanding of rice.

Obviously, I didn't think it was such a special rice.

The aroma of rice, the smoke of firewood.

Intertwined with each other, directly absorbing all the fireworks in the world into each crystal clear grain of rice.

Eat it in one bite and leave your mouth full of fragrance.

Zong Xiaoyi held the bowl and ate until she couldn't stop.

Accidentally, I ate four bowls in a row.

She still hasn't figured out how to eat the flowing water mat.

The rice was the first one served on the table with a plate of preserved vegetables and braised pork, which directly filled me up. ,

I didn't feel much when I ate it.

Put down the chopsticks and found that I was full.

Looking at the dishes on the table one after another like flowing water, I can't feel full.

In order to rescue himself from the situation of "looking at the vegetables and sighing", Zong Yi stood up and walked around the village.

It was rare for her to take the initiative to exercise, so that when she came back, she would take two more bites of the dishes that she hadn't tasted yet.

After learning from the pain, the little girl summed up the secret of eating flowing water banquets in the countryside - chewing slowly.

When Zong Yi came back, Lu Yuxiang was still sitting in the same position as before.

The little girl immediately began to share the truth of the world: "Second brother doesn't know yet, right? You have to eat the flowing water mats in the countryside so that you can eat them all the time."

"I, originally, just, slowly, always."

From being seated to now, Lu Yuxiang has not eaten half of a bowl of rice.

When he was a child, Lu Yuxiang was much slower than others in doing everything due to physical reasons.

For him, eating slowly is not only a living habit, but also a survival skill.

"What bowl is this for you?"

"First."

"My second brother, are you counting rice grains for dinner?"

Zong Yi took a serious look at Lu Yuxiang, and found that he was not only counting rice grains, but his movements were also graceful as if he came from a higher-level alien civilization.

That's pretty boring.

Even if the elder sister has a different temperament in every gesture, how can the second elder brother go beyond it?

If this goes on like this, how can she, a little girl, let go of her belly and eat like crazy?
Life is already hard.

Why artificially increase the difficulty value?
……

When Zongji, Zongguang and Mengxin came to Changqiao Village in the middle of the night, the water mat hadn't stopped.

Zong Yi was busy eating while digesting.

Nie Guangyi and Lu Yuxiang came to the entrance of the village to greet them.

Zongji saw Lu Yuxiang for the first time.

The child born to the ex-wife and someone else, in terms of identity, will still be somewhat awkward when they meet each other.

I don't think there is anything like Lu Manyu's remarriage.

After all, the relationship between him and Lu Manyu was completely broken.

The crux of the problem is that Zong Guang has been away from home for so many years because of Lu Yuxiang's existence.

The father and son also lost contact because of this.

Zong Ji inevitably had some opinions on Lu Yuxiang.

Even if Lu Yuxiang was brought up by Zong Guang, there was no way he could unconditionally love his family and his family under such a premise.

When Lu Yuxiang saw Zong Ji, without saying a word, he just came up with a clear and clear sentence: "Father."

Zong Ji couldn't answer Lu Yuxiang's call "father".

Zong Guang helped explain: "Lulu was curious when he was a child. I showed him your photo, and now he knows exactly what happened."

"Brother, Dad." Lu Yuxiang pointed at Zong Guang, then at Zong Ji,

Immediately afterwards, he pointed to himself and said a word: "Me."

Finally, pointing at Zongji, he said, "Father."

Zong Guang helped translate: "Lulu means that my brother's father is also my father."

When Lu Yuxiang said this, Zong Ji didn't know how to refute it.

Especially the pure and true heart of a child in Lu Yuxiang's eyes, anyone who sees it will be so moved.

Zongji asked Lu Yuxiang in the same tone that he spoke to Zongyi: "Do you like this place?"

"I like it. It's ancient. It's also very..." Lu Yuxiang's vocabulary is not enough, he added from English: "Unique."

Zong Guang continued to help translate: "Unique."

Meng Xinzhi and Nie Guangyi stood face to face.

He wished he could step forward and hug this girl whom he hadn't seen for half a day like three autumns ago.

However, Miss Heren's older brother, father and younger brother were all present, but after all, she still didn't have the guts.

To be able to watch it so close is already like a world away.

Looking at the smile on Meng Xinzhi's face, Nie Guangyi always felt that the girl was different from when she left half a day ago.

Where exactly, can't say.

Is it the shyness in the girl's smile?
Or is it the trace of reserve in the girl's temperament?
Nie Guangyi used to think that Mengxin was beautiful, but now he didn't know how to describe it in words.

There is no beauty in the future!Pleasing to the eye is a beauty!The beauty of the country and the city!Surprise the world!
Girl, my girl.

There were three other people chatting beside him, but in Nie Guangyi's eyes, only Meng Xinzhi could be seen.

It is very similar to the background blur of the portrait mode.

Meng Xinzhi was embarrassed by Nie Guangyi, so she had to ask: "Is there something on my face?"

"Yes." Nie Guangyi responded decisively, "Beautiful beauty conceals the present and the past, and the lotus flower shames the beauty."

"Mr. Nie is not allergic to classics?"

"No!" Nie Guangyi refused to admit it, "I am only allergic to classical music when I am with Xuan Shi."

"That's right." The smile on Meng Xinzhi's face became more beautiful, directly beyond the scope that Sanchun Zhitao could match.

"Of course." Nie Guangyi added: "The girl is not wearing dance clothes at the moment, otherwise I would have to add another sentence, she is as graceful as a frightened bird, and graceful as a dragon."

Meng Xinzhi's ears turned red from the heat in Nie Guangyi's eyes. She avoided it a little, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Nie, please restrain yourself, my father and brother are still here."

Nie Guangyi almost blurted out, 【Father-in-law, uncle and brother-in-law are here, so what's the matter. 】

Finally, in the last half second of speaking, he stabilized the brain circuit that began to be overloaded as soon as he encountered Meng Xinzhi.

Nie Guangyi changed the angle and joined the conversation of the other three men: "The banquet in the village is still open, you have been running all the way, hurry up and get something to eat first."

Zongji was the first to respond: "It's not the New Year or the festival, how can there be a running water seat?"

"My five uncles knew that I would bring distinguished guests, so they arranged tasks for my five aunts early in the morning."

"This is too much trouble..." Zong Ji was the person who didn't like to trouble others the least.

"No trouble. The village hasn't had a water mat for several years. Everyone is very happy to know that Wan'an Bridge will be rebuilt. Wan'an Bridge is not only a bridge, but also the belief and spiritual pillar of the villagers."

"That's right..." Zongji didn't know much about the wooden arcade bridge.

It was purely because Meng Xinzhi paid attention, and he followed suit.

"Well, I'm going back to Changqiao Village this time, and I should start to be the master of Wan'an Bridge reconstruction."

Nie Guangyi led a group of people to the direction of the water table, and started a rare normal and natural chat mode.

"Master? Which Mo?" This was the first time Zong Ji heard this statement.

"Melbourne's ink." Nie Guangyi explained.

Zongji has always been eager to learn new things.

Even if Nie Guangyi was talking about the modern inheritance of an ancient skill, it didn't affect the longing in Zongji's heart at all.

"What does Zhu Mo do?" Zong Ji asked curiously.

"Zhu Mo is the carpenter at the core of the bridge. He is responsible for shaping the soul of a wooden arched bridge. For a wooden arched bridge, is it three-section seedlings weaving five-section seedlings, or adding seven or nine sections... "

"What are three-section seedlings and five-section seedlings?"

"Simply speaking, the three-section seedling is that the whole structure is divided into three sections, which are connected by two mortise and tenon structures."

"That means the more knots, the more complicated it is, right?"

"Yes."

"Does that also mean that the more knots, the more stable it is?"

"It doesn't have to be. It depends on the actual situation, the span, and the size and supply of the wood. In short, everything needs to be drawn by the main ink in advance."

Nie Guangyi's words caught Meng Xinzhi's attention: "Mr. Nie means that there are blueprints for the covered bridges in southern Zhejiang and northeastern Fujian? Why have I never seen them? If there are any , It should also be a cultural relic."

"Most of the blueprints drawn by Master Mo are quite simple. There are also some that only you can understand. However, it is normal to pass them down. My grandfather has a lot of blueprints at home. If you are interested, please wait I can take it out for you to see."

"They were all drawn by Grandpa Qiu?" It wasn't the first time Meng Xinzhi came to Changqiao Village, but it was the first time he heard of such old objects.

"No, it should be drawn by my great-grandfather and my grandfather's grandfather. In fact, my grandfather didn't really start to weave wooden arched bridges in ink until he was in his 60s and almost [-] years old."

"It started when you were in your 60s? In your 60s, you can suddenly learn an intangible cultural heritage skill?" Meng Xinzhi felt a little unbelievable. She always thought that the old man had been doing one thing all his life.

Nie Guangyi turned his head to look at Meng Xinzhi, and responded aloud: "When grandpa was young, he followed great-grandfather's side, and coupled with the drawings of great-grandfather, this ancestral craft has not been lost decades later. .”

"Why is there an interval of several decades?" Zong Ji raised his doubts at the right time.

Nie Guangyi quickly answered the question from his brother and future father-in-law: "Because there is no way to support the family. My father was adopted because of this."

Nie Guangyi didn't mind letting people know that he had two grandfathers.

After all, his surname is Nie, and his five uncles are all surnamed Qiu.

"Why can't the ancient skills be able to support the family?" Meng Xinzhi asked aloud.

Nie Guangyi said: "For a long time, no one thought about protecting the corridor bridge, nor did they think that it was a living fossil of ancient buildings. They all wanted to destroy it quickly so that a reinforced concrete one could be built on it."

Lu Yuxiang's face was full of disbelief: "Why, what? Beautiful!"

Lu Yuxiang spoke concisely, which did not affect Nie Guangyi's understanding.

"Beautiful is that the bridges you see today are already culturally protected covered bridges. Going forward, for the sake of economic development, many people will think that modern bridges that can be opened to traffic are better than wooden arch bridges that have withstood the baptism of time. Practical and more meaningful."

Zong Ji sorted out the cause and effect of Nie Guangyi's words: "This is probably the ultimate mystery of the protection of intangible cultural heritage."

"Yes." Nie Guangyi agreed: "There used to be many impoverished areas in the area where the joint application was made, but now that the economy is booming, there are no more food and clothing problems, and people's spiritual needs are getting higher and higher. .”

"That's the reason!" Zongji couldn't agree more.

The topic has progressed here, which can be regarded as a good time for the host and guest.

As soon as Nie Guangyi was happy, he began to let himself go.

"The needs of human beings are progressive in this way. Just like me, half a day ago, I thought that as long as I could see the dream girl again, I saw it now, and I will feel full no matter what..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Meng Xinzhi didn't know what to say.

Zongji and Zongguang didn't want to talk to Nie Guangyi in this situation.

Only Lu Yuxiang, whose Chinese is not yet perfect, asked curiously: "Full? Win?"

Lu Yuxiang pronounced "kinky" as a back nasal sound.

"That's right, the desire to win when you are full and warm. It means that when people are full and warm, they start to want to win in various ways."

Nie Guangyi's expression, five points of seriousness is like the majesty of mountains and rivers, three points of resignation is like the vastness of heaven and earth, and two points of playfulness is like the agility of rivers, passing through the entire land, making it elusive.

"Yes, it makes sense." Lu Yuxiang was quickly convinced.

When he was hungry, he didn't think about how to get the Fields Medal.

Except when doing math problems and forgetting to eat and sleep.

Zong Guang didn't want Lu Yuxiang to be taught wrongly, but he didn't know how to correct the current situation, which would be more appropriate.

Zong Ji couldn't tolerate this level of nonsense, so he explained to Lu Yuxiang that he called him "Dad" just now: "When you are full and warm, you think about lust. The heart of lust will be born. The "lust" here does not refer specifically, but generally refers to the desire of greed and indulgence. Simply put, it is something that makes people addicted to indulgence and cannot extricate themselves.

Lu Yuxiang continued to nod in agreement: "Totally, I understand."

Too often he has this feeling of being addicted to mathematics and unable to extricate himself.

Full of warmth and desire to win, Chinese characters are really broad and profound.

Such a few short words can clearly express such a complicated truth.

Looking back, apart from studying mathematics, I have to spend more time learning my brother's mother tongue.

It is said that there are pictures in the chapter~