Chapter 803 Debate and Fish [Part 1]

As early as in the Zhou Dynasty, the first day of the tenth month of the lunar calendar was La Sacrifice Day, and grand sacrificial activities were held on this day. "Book of Rites. Yueling" describes the situation of the La Festival in the Zhou Dynasty: with prey as sacrifices, the emperor sacrificed to the gods of the sun, moon and stars on the altar, sacrificed to the ancestors of the five generations in the gate, and comforted the farmers at the same time. work and rest system. "The Book of Songs. Bin Feng. July" once mentioned that "fire flows in July, and clothes are granted in September", which means that it will gradually become colder from September onwards. It's time for people to buy clothes to keep out the cold, so the first day of October is also commonly known as the Giving Clothes Festival. Therefore, the clothes of the previous generation were mostly in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, and the date is uncertain.

The Tang Dynasty extended it to the folks, and the folks began to make clothes on this day to honor their parents or worship their ancestors.

In the Song Dynasty, people in the Song Dynasty thought that September was too early for the weather to be too cold. So this custom was extended to the first day of October in the Song Dynasty, so it was passed down from generation to generation until today.

Of course, there is also a rumor that Meng Jiangnu's husband was conscripted to build the Great Wall, and it was winter and the weather turned cold. Meng Jiangnv took her clothes thousands of miles away to deliver winter clothes, but when she delivered them, her husband was already exhausted. Meng Jiangnu was sad and cried loudly on the Great Wall. God was moved, and the Great Wall collapsed, revealing her husband's body.

Meng Jiangnu put clothes on her husband so that he could keep out the cold even underneath. Later generations called this day "Send Cold Clothes Festival".

Of course, this is just one of many legends. There are many stories, and each place has its own story, but this is not important. The important thing is that this day is a festival where filial piety comes first, and what is promoted is the culture of filial piety.

Cold Clothes Festival, commonly known as "October 1st", is also called "Laming Yin Festival", "Shaoyi Festival", etc. Although the Cold Clothes Festival is also called the Four Great Ghost Festivals with the other three festivals, the Cold Clothes Festival is different from other festivals. , this day is a festival for joint burials, moving graves, and burning paper. During the Cold Clothes Festival, people burn cold clothes for the dead. On this day, tidy up the stove, clean the stove, and the chimney to ensure that there are things to keep warm after the cold weather.

However, with the development of the times, traditional festivals have gradually begun to be ignored, and many people have forgotten the existence of the Cold Clothes Festival..."

Speaking of this, Fangzheng sighed a little. He has always been unable to figure out that Chinese culture is extensive and profound, and traditional virtues such as benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness run through these traditional festivals and customs, which is a great thing. But why is it being downplayed more and more by the world now? Is it really just to oppose feudal superstition and promote scientific culture? So why can Halloween in foreign countries become a festival of celebration in a grandiose manner? Does this make no sense at all!

Thinking of this, Fangzheng thought of the Spring Festival. Fangzheng remembered that once he went to the city with his master to celebrate the Spring Festival. As a result, there were no firecrackers in the city, and there were no children playing around. It's New Year's Eve dinner. That feeling is not much different from usual... Even, because many people left the city and returned to the countryside for the holidays, a huge city was empty, with few people on the streets, and a residential area was full of tall buildings. several. That feeling...Fangzheng thinks about it now, that is the real ghost festival!

So much so that, until now, Fangzheng has a deep sense of rejection towards the city, he doesn't like the kind of city that lacks the flavor of youth and humanity. Because of that feeling, it will only make him feel colder in winter! On the contrary, the countryside is more lively. Every family has a large family member, visiting the house, children playing lanterns, and fireworks on the ground... full of New Year flavor.

Of course, with the exodus of young people in the past two years, the countryside has also begun to slump. Fortunately, because of One Finger Temple, One Finger Village regained its popularity and became lively again.

Before he knew it, Fangzheng lost his mind, and he didn't come back to himself until Honghaier called him.

"Uh, Jing Xin, what did you just say?" Fang Zheng asked.

Hong Haier said helplessly: "Master, what were you thinking just now? I wanted to ask you, how did you spend this cold clothes festival?"

Fangzheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is also a day to worship the ancestors. The main reason is that it is cold, so I burn some clothes for the ancestors, so that they can also have a warm winter."

"Master, I have a problem!" The squirrel raised its paw and shouted.

Red Boy glanced at the squirrel, smiled and said, "Do you want to ask if there is anything delicious for the Cold Clothes Festival?"

Upon hearing this, the squirrel opened its mouth and stroked its belly...

Xianyu said impatiently: "What question do you have, why don't you ask?"

As a result, the squirrel spread its paws and said, "Uh, Junior Brother Jingxin asked for me."

Salted fish: "..."

Fangzheng shook his head helplessly, this little thing is really full of food in his mind! But Fangzheng thought about it, it looks like the cold clothes festival, there are really some good things! Fangzheng smiled and said, "Yes, but today is not the cold clothes festival, get up early tomorrow!"

Hearing that there was something delicious, the squirrel jumped up excitedly, and the other little guys also became interested.

Fangzheng looked at this scene and shook his head slightly, it really was a group of little bastards!

Seeing this, Xianyu pursed her lips and said, "Hmph, what are you talking about about filial piety, paying homage to the ancestors, isn't it just for eating."

Fangzheng frowned when he heard this, this kind of thinking cannot be encouraged! So Fangzheng knocked on the table, and everyone fell silent. Fangzheng said: "Food is the most important thing for the people. There is nothing wrong with eating. Greed is the original sin. As for eating some special things during the festival, there is something special about it. It's not just to satisfy the appetite of the appetite."

Xianyu didn't believe it, and said, "Why do I think it's just a group of people just looking for an excuse to celebrate, and eating hazelnuts?"

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes at him. Fang Zheng had really seen such similar words. There was once an expert professor who said that Chinese people like to celebrate festivals, not really for the sake of festivals, but purely like to find a reason to spend money, celebrate, and play! Therefore, Chinese people have a soft spot for festivals.

When Fangzheng read this article, his first feeling was that he was looking for Brick and wanted to shoot this grandson to death!

How could the 5,000-year civilization of China become a foodie culture and a fool's culture in his mouth?

Thinking of this, Fangzheng said: "There is also a legend in Dafeng, Jiangsu Province, which roughly says: Once upon a time, there was a cowherd boy who was hacked to death by the landlord because he fought against the landlord. The blood stained the rice on the ground red. It is the first day of October. Since then, poor people have to eat red bean rice to commemorate him on the first day of October. There are still nursery rhymes as evidence: "October Dynasty, watch the cow boy run home; if you refuse to go, the landlord will slap you for three plow loads." A thin knife. "So, is this purely for food?"

Xianyu opened his mouth and said, "It seems... that's the case, but you are talking about one place, so it doesn't represent the whole thing, right?"