January 24, 1251 AD is the 11th year of the Song Dynasty, the 11th year of the lunar calendar, the 1931 year of the lunar calendar.┌┐And this is the Year of the Pig. To be precise, the disaster faced by the "homeland of China" will definitely not exceed before the end of this year.

All things will eventually be resolved. At this moment, the "Huaxia Empire" is still working hard for development and the large-scale construction of the army. But these will not be delayed by the end of 1251. Before the end of this year, there will be about 10 months. It is not long or short. In these 10 months, Zhao Fubo has a lot of things to complete.

"What kind of stuffing is this?"

Zhao Fubo came to the kitchen for the first time. It was thirty night tonight. At noon, he had sent away all the people who came to congratulate him, and even asked them to bring messages to others. No one was allowed to disturb him in the New Year's Eve.

If Zhao Fubo has been young and grown up, the days that really belonged to him were probably only New Year's Eve in the old calendar. This was not only his, but his days, Sanniang and Yuer. I remember that in the past, Sanniang, who was on New Year's Eve, also ordered the same thing, and the night was dark and there was no guest. In fact, on that night, she would personally make up the filling and then take Zhao Fubo and Shu Yuer to have a meal of dumplings.

Before coming, Zhao Fubo was wearing double glass upstairs, and he could see the pavilion room in the sky for a while. Yes, he missed Sanniang. Although he had never enjoyed that kind of taste again after growing up, he could always think of this every year.

Perhaps no one can know that on that night every year, Sanniang and Shu Yuer would take flour and mix fillings with the mixture. After it was dark, they quietly came to the horse wing where Zhao Fubo lived. The noodles were fine powder and the meat was big meat. In the past, Zhao Fubo never understood that Sanniang always cried when making dumplings. Looking back now, the tears were shed by her grandfather and grandmother.

Grandpa, grandma, and Zhao Fubo had no impression at all. I heard Sanniang say that his father Zhao Weinan had never even seen him. At this moment, Zhao Fubo recalled that he only remembered the two rolled noodles with Sanniang bags with Shu Yuer. In addition, I remember that the dim candle and the ones that were not seen a few times a year, Sanniang could have a good face to see him.

For a fatherless and motherless person who can only be accompanied by Xiao Hei Charcoal, that was the most anticipated day of the year. After eating dumplings with onions and pork, Zhao Fubo could keep thinking about the 29th day of the New Year next year. Finally, he could not wait until New Year's Eve, and only hoped that it would be dark.

Now the tears of tears are all over the sky, and Zhao Fubo, who silently prayed for Sanniang and his father's spirit of heaven, savored it. Apart from the fragrance of dumplings, it is Sanniang's smile. When he thinks that the smile he remembers in his heart will never be obtained again, his hatred for Zhao Xu has a deeper layer.

"Brother, I, Zhao Fubo, swear to the sky here that you can't live at the end of this year!"

As for Zhao Fubo, the things that were determined will not change again. Therefore, after missing all the people he should miss, Zhao Fubo came to the kitchen downstairs. When he heard his arrival, all the palace maids saluted. However, Julianna, according to Shu Yuer's instructions, made the filling so that Zhao Fubo could smell it.

"Well, the dumplings made of scallion and pork are delicious. If anyone dares to tell me that the mutton is delicious, I will send him to Africa as a human pig!"

Zhao Fubo's arrogant words naturally attracted a lot of opposition. The "Huaxia Empire" was a place of rule of law, and Zhao Fubo said nothing. Unfortunately, when the newspaper reported that pork was popular in the palace of the "Huaxia Empire", the prices of beef and mutton immediately fell sharply in the entire market.

Don’t say that they are Arabs or Europeans, they are “Chinese” here, and in the eyes of “Chinese”, the big meat is fragrant. And the “national people” who are absolutely minority here hope that the Han people will not be assimilated, so how can they oppose it? As for religion, even the Pope and the Caliph did not object, so who would come out to shout? Is that considered the “heavenly granted power” to interfere with others and want to hang them!

I remember I heard from a friend that the royal family of the Song Dynasty fed mutton, like it, like it, like it, like it...!

In fact, when the whole world is using hot weapons made by the "Huaxia Empire", the Song Dynasty court spoke up and down, which is no different from farting. Because all eyes in this world will only look at the strong with respect. As for what the weak are popular, no one cares about it. It seems that the court that is doomed to perish like them has any ideas, naturally no one is willing to know.

It’s like in the late Qing Dynasty, when the country was opened by the great powers, how many people in the world were concerned about Peking Opera? Just like after the two wars, why did McDonald’s and KFC open all over the world? Is that thing really better than "roujiamo"?

The reason is that the culture of the strong is popular! No matter in any era, this view is proven to be the truth.

Therefore, the culture that the royal family likes in the "Huaxia Empire" is the life that all the kings, sultans, governors, and nobles in this era will pursue. So there is no need to mention any bullshit traditions, remember that the rules in this world are set by the strong.

And the strong, in any era, the country that has occupied the highest peak of science and technology is the strongest of this era!

"No matter whether it tastes good or not, my Majesty, there are a lot of people waiting to eat the dumplings you made by yourself tonight. If this is faster, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat them tomorrow morning!"

Yes, there are quite a lot of people who follow Zhao Fubo to celebrate the New Year together on Jeju Island. Not only are there sent people from Europe and the Arab Empire and other powerful figures around him, but also the daughters who act as palace maids, as well as the guards around Zhao Fubo.

Hearing Juliana's coquettishness, Zhao Fubo looked over the long basin and stuffing, but did not see a guard under his command. The filling and flour in the large basin were obviously not something that the slim palace maids could handle, which made Zhao Fubo a little angry.

"Well, I'll go and train them now. It's okay to just eat and wait for death. This is New Year's Eve, and I'm going to make dumplings. They dare to cross their legs and prepare to eat. If anyone doesn't come to help, I'll ask them to go to 10 kilometers of armed cross-country. If they can't run to death, I'll take their surname!"

As soon as Zhao Fubo said, the palace maids cheered in unison. You should know that eating dumplings tonight must be cooked in a marching pot. If there are fewer people who have wrapped them, they will not be able to eat them tomorrow.
Chapter completed!