"Hey, let me ask you something!" Ding Ling said to me with a smile while holding my arm.
"Call me husband and I'll tell you." I said with a knowing smile.
"Husband, is what you just said true? How do you know that your fingers are connected to those things?" Ding Ling said, putting on a studious look, and I held her hand and walked out, ignoring everyone.
The envious eyes said to himself: "
In fact, this is not a secret. There is an idiom called "moving the index finger, haven't you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it, but what's the connection between this and that?" Ding Ling said, blinking curiously, I rolled my eyelids and thought about it, then said to her: "You know what this idiom means, but
Do you know where this idiom comes from?”
"I don't know, tell me." She knew that I wanted to show off, but Ding Ling was very cooperative. Seeing that she was so well-behaved, I put the guy I borrowed from Mr. Chen under my arm and said to her calmly.
:
"Actually, it's nothing. I remember that there was a history book that recorded it. Around the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a very famous foodie named Gongzi Song. According to legend, every time he ate something very strange, his index finger
He would move on his own. Once, this guy took his little follower to see his king Zheng Linggong. On the way, his index finger kept jumping. The little follower saw
I was very curious. At this time, Young Master Song said to the little follower: Did you see, we are going to eat something good! When the young follower heard this, he said, how do you know? Young Master Song said to him quite proudly, I
this
The index finger is very special. If you move it, something delicious will come out. If you don’t believe it, just wait and see. In the end, he was really right. When they went to see Zheng Linggong, they saw a cook carrying a big turtle walking inside.
.”
"What?" Upon hearing this, Ding Ling frowned in confusion.
"Shu." I said, making a circle and said to her, "Didn't you learn the text when you were a child? There was an article called "Gongshu" in junior high school, which was mentioned in it."
"I never went to junior high school..." Ding Ling said, pouting hard. When I heard this, I also remembered that this girl has been receiving assassin training, which is different from the rest of us.
, thinking of this, I smiled bitterly and quickly explained: "A turtle is a kind of turtle, which is very similar to a turtle, but it has no bone armor, only
A very thick layer of hard skin wraps its body, and it is much larger than ordinary soft-shell turtles. This kind of thing still exists, but it is already a national first-level protected animal and is rarely seen. Many history books say that
, at that time, this kind of thing was an extremely rare delicacy, and even the king of a country would find it difficult to encounter it."
"Is it really that delicious?" When Ding Ling heard this, she was obviously interested. Seeing her looking like a foodie, I narrowed my eyes and despised her seriously. At this time, the few people following behind me became impatient and urged me to go over.
Let’s talk about it...
I was dumbfounded by them, so I could only continue: "Oh, where are you going? Oh, yes, they saw a cook carrying a turtle walking inside, and they laughed immediately. They didn't laugh when they saw Zheng Linggong.
When it was over, Zheng Linggong looked at it and was very puzzled. He said that you two are crazy.
, what are you laughing at when you have nothing to do!? When the little follower heard this, he hurriedly explained the matter about Young Master Song Na's index finger. As soon as he said this, Zheng Linggong immediately became unhappy. When he gave the turtles to the doctors,
At that time, he also summoned Young Master Song, but he refused to give him any advice in front of everyone.
If you want to eat it, you sincerely want to humiliate him. When Young Master Song saw this, he was furious. This guy has enough personality. Why don't you let me eat it? I just ate it for you to see. Thinking of this, he went to cook the big king.
- Stir the contents of the cauldron with your hands, then lick your fingers and walk away. You know
, in the past, this was a crime of great disrespect, so Zheng Linggong became murderous and wanted to teach Young Master Song a lesson, but Young Master Song was not an easy man, so he killed the king before he could take action. This paragraph
The story has been passed down for thousands of years, and this is how the idiom about moving the index finger comes from."
"It's true or false, don't lie~" Ding Ling said, smiling, I scratched her nose and continued: "It's nothing, in the past, this kind of thing happened, but, then
No one has figured out what kind of rotation mechanism the goods have on their fingers. I think, this one
The matter is somewhat related to the incident we just encountered. I remember Master Jiu told me that every part of the human body has some very special functions, and discarding them casually may bring bad luck to oneself.
, Come to think of it, there is some truth to this."
"Oh." Ding Ling said, a little absent-minded. I tilted my head and asked her what she was thinking about, but I didn't expect it. The girl said to me a little shyly: "I was wondering what the taste of the turtle soup you mentioned~
Tell me, is it really that delicious?"
"You silly girl, you don't even think about what era that was. In the Spring and Autumn Period, there were no pots, and they still used those cauldrons as cooking utensils. The best food at that time was meat. When cooked in a pot, add some salt.
It's so delicious. Why are you so envious?
Ah. Besides, the record of this story didn't go into detail about how delicious the food was. The word they used was called "strange smell". Literally translated, it should be some unusual food, such as zombie meat.
Even if it is used as food, it also smells bad."
Having said this, I suddenly remembered that if we let this matter go unnoticed, the serious business has not been done yet.
There was silence all the way, and those watching the excitement gradually dispersed when they saw that we were not taking any action.
We had a meal at Mr. Chen's house. During the meal, I met Mr. Chen's son for the first time. The man looked quite simple and didn't seem to have any abilities. He didn't like to talk much, but he was a green man.
Sister-in-law Fen seems to be very warm and affectionate even though she is busy. Moreover, she and Ding Ling seem to have a good rapport. The two of them, the eldest sister-in-law and the younger sister-in-law, are very affectionate.
I reported what happened to Old Liu to Mr. Chen. When he learned about the harmful ideas I gave them, the old man was amused. He shook his head and praised me for my cleverness.
I have been warned a thousand times not to do things that harm my moral character.
Maoshan Taoist priests do not cultivate, so they always attach great importance to retribution. I nodded and naturally took the precepts here in mind.
When I asked about zombie alchemy, Mr. Chen was slightly startled, and then asked me where I heard about it. I told him what I had experienced during this period, but he frowned and remained silent for a long time.