Zheng Qing originally thought that wizards did not have to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival.
He had flipped through the large "Annals of Ancient Wizards" a long time ago, but did not find a great wizard named Qu Yuan in it. Maybe there was, but it was certainly not to the point where wizards dedicated a festival to commemorate him.
This made him feel lucky for no reason - he finally didn't have to eat rice dumplings this year.
As a kind of food with multiple identities such as commemoration, celebration, and tradition, Zongzi and mooncakes have never been liked by Zheng Qing. Every time he eats them, it always feels like taking medicine, and he has to drink a lot of soup to swallow it. But due to customs
, and had to eat.
Especially nowadays, mooncakes and rice dumplings contain many strange fillings, such as hawthorn, durian, and egg yolk. Zheng Qing grew up in the north and ate sweet rice dumplings with red dates since he was a child.
One time when I was eating salted rice dumplings, I was shocked and shocked.
But this joy only lasted until the last week of May.
On Thursday morning, on his way back to his dormitory after morning classes as usual, Zheng Qing discovered that there were many symbols related to dragons on campus. Campus guards in gray robes were busy fixing dry strips on many tree trunks.
Coiling dragons. Those coiling dragons seem to be made from real dragon corpses, and they look lifelike and like living creatures.
Some students were curious and wanted to touch it when they got closer. Those withered dragons would stare and spit out scary smoke.
"Are there any activities today?" After returning to the dormitory, the young public-funded student casually mentioned what was going on outside. Then he saw Fatty Xin and Dylan busy, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows:
"What are you doing?"
In the dormitory, Dylan was standing on a low stool, tiptoeing, hanging a grass ring woven with calamus and moxa leaves on a blank wall. On the grass ring hung the name tags of the four residents of dormitory 403, with red thin threads.
When it is tied, when the draft blows, the nameplate flutters slightly and makes a pleasant sound of hitting wood.
This is very strange, because usually at this time, Dylan should be lying in the coffin and sleeping. Now he is not in the coffin, just like ordinary people staying up until one or two o'clock in the evening.
Fatty Xin, on the other hand, was holding a big bamboo basket and dancing around Dylan's low stool, babbling and chanting weird spells that even the school's magic circle couldn't translate.
After hearing Zheng Qing's question, Fatty Xin just glanced at him and continued singing and dancing.
Dylan turned his back and replied happily: "You came back just in time... help me see if this grass ring is placed correctly? Every time I go down, I always feel that it is a little crooked."
Zheng Qing raised his head and looked at it for a moment.
Finally, he reluctantly nodded: "It's okay... I can't tell it's crooked. You can leave this kind of thing to the elves, they will definitely be more upright than you."
Several elves were holding hot towels and Zheng Qing's breakfast floating aside, and they all made "xixi" sounds of approval when they heard this.
"A sense of ritual, do you understand? A sense of ritual." Dylan jumped down from the stool, wagging his fingers solemnly, and corrected: "Some things must be done personally to have corresponding effects."
"So, what effect do you want from doing this?" Zheng Qing asked patiently, and at the end he made a little joke: "Do you want to prevent the invasion of foreign gods?"
After four or five days of fermentation, the news about alien gods was discussed by more and more students at First University. Professionals in the newspapers continued to 'discover' new evidence proving that 'students in the school were addicted to goat milk'
'Some cases of missing sheep pets are related to a certain existence deep in the stars.
The school had to issue multiple announcements in succession to assure everyone that First University was always the safest place in the wizarding world, and any unauthorized intrusion would be met with strong counterattack by the school.
This alleviated the anxiety of parents of students to a certain extent, but it did not stop the enthusiasm of young wizards for discussion.
Especially near the end of term.
The heavy academic pressure makes many people nervous, and any external disturbance will arouse great interest in everyone. Not to mention that this time the external 'disruption' is slightly louder.
As far as Zheng Qing knew, a certain club had opened a betting market to bet on whether the school would have a direct conflict with the being in the depths of the starry sky, and the betting was very hot.
"What effect?" Dylan patted the grass blades on his robe and tilted his head: "Of course it's to ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings... As for what you said about preventing the invasion of foreign gods, maybe. Isn't everyone doing this during the Dragon Boat Festival?
"
"Dragon Boat Festival?!" Zheng Qing shouted, raising his voice.
Fatty Xin's Wu Zhu dance finally came to an end. He stuffed the bamboo basket under the nose of the young government student and snorted: "Hurry up, take one...throw away the meat buns in your hand. How can anyone eat meat buns on the Dragon Boat Festival morning?"
statement!"
Zheng Qing watched two guys with foreign faces seriously chatting with him about the Dragon Boat Festival, and felt an inexplicable funny feeling in his heart.
"Do wizards also celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival?" He murmured, looking at the triangular rice dumplings wrapped in rice dumpling leaves in the bamboo basket, and despair slowly surged in his heart: "Why do you also eat rice dumplings? I read "Ancient Wizards" before
"History", there is no Qu Yuan in it!"
"It's definitely not in the "History of Ancient Wizards". You need to look for it in the "Annals of Legendary Wizards", maybe you can find his name." Xiao Xiao's voice sounded behind Zheng Qing: "...Excuse me, I want a bacon rice dumpling.
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The last sentence he said was to Fatty Xin.
The fat man quickly took out a four-cornered rice dumpling from the basket and stuffed it into the doctor's hand. Zheng Qing also picked up a triangular rice dumpling with two fingers and began to untie the hemp rope on the rice dumpling leaves with a sad face.
"What were you doing after you just finished your morning classes?" The young public-funded student tilted his head and glanced at Xiao Xiao: "I just said hello to someone, and in the blink of an eye you disappeared..."
"Go under the cat fruit tree and take a look at the dog." Xiao Xiao quickly peeled off the rice dumpling leaves, took a big mouthful of dark red glutinous rice, and said vaguely: "...As you said, that dog is very suspicious.
.”
"Have you found any abnormalities?" Zheng Qing immediately became energetic.
"No." Xiao Xiao took another big bite of the rice dumpling, licked his shiny fingers, and shook his head: "Warning off evil spirits, detecting demons, and revealing... I have tried them all and found nothing unusual... except that it can meow.
Call."
"Don't you like eating zongzi?" Fatty Xin interrupted suddenly, interrupting the chat between the two.
Zheng Qing lowered his head and glanced at the triangular rice dumpling in his hand. He had just bitten off a small corner. Xiao Xiao had already reached out to take the second rice dumpling from the bamboo basket.
"I don't like it." Zheng Qing shook his head honestly: "I always feel that food such as rice dumplings and moon cakes are over-processed and have lost some of their natural taste."
"Hey, what you said sounds like what Iseni said." Fatty Xin blinked and laughed:
"Last time I chatted with Iseni, he said, 'Some fish people complained that processed foods, such as pickled toads and pickled frogs, have lost their natural taste and become something else. As everyone knows, pickled food
The curing process retains the original properties of the food to the greatest extent. Frogs and toads that have not been pickled will become rancid after being stored for less than a month.'"
"It's like witches using cosmetics." Dylan came over and discussed with great interest: "Witches use various essential oils and foundation to rub their faces. The essence is the same as cured meat... The biggest difference is that
One is to pickle people to make them fragrant, so that their appearance can be preserved for a longer time; the other is to pickle foods to make them fragrant, so that their nutrients can be preserved for a longer time."
Zheng Qing looked down at the small rice dumpling in his hand and sighed heavily.
He had no idea why the topic jumped from dogs in the cat fruit tree to witches' cosmetics.