Chapter 499
Jiang Lang curled his lips, then turned and went upstairs to call his father, Jiang Lijun.
After everyone had a delicious meal, Jiang Lang drove the girls to the county seat.
Tomorrow is the Spring Festival, and the streets and lanes are full of festive and joyful atmosphere.
The streets were full of people, people buying new year's goods and going out to play. They were everywhere. They were so crowded that it was so lively that it was almost unbelievable.
The bright red lanterns are hung high, and the vendors on the street have put out all kinds of New Year's goods. People are dazzled by the colorful candies and various lanterns.
Everyone was walking around, and after a while, they were carrying large and small bags in their hands.
Various Spring Festival decorations such as couplets, blessing characters, Chinese knots, lanterns, window grilles, flowers, etc.
Then there are all kinds of meat, seafood, fruits and vegetables, drinks, snacks and so on.
Of course, the most important items during the Chinese New Year are scented paper candles, fireworks, and firecrackers.
Jiang Lang didn't know about other places. Like here, they can't help but burn incense and pay homage to graves, firework salutes and so on...
So, you have to buy them all.
Usually on the sixth and seventh day of the lunar month, people go up the mountain to pay homage to their ancestors.
Everyone stuffed all the New Year goods they bought into the trunk of the car.
Fortunately, this time they were driving a Mercedes-Benz G, otherwise they might not have been able to fit it in.
Jiang Ting wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Brother, let's find a place and take a rest! We're all hungry."
Jiang Lang first looked at the time and found that it was already noon. Then he turned to look at the other people and found that everyone was indeed tired, so he nodded.
I took the girls to a local, very famous hot pot restaurant and ordered a black bean hot pot.
The hot pot here is different from other places. In other words, the hot pot eaten by people in Guizhou Province is different from that in other places.
In most places, hot pot is eaten without rice, but in Guizhou, eating hot pot with rice is the absolute standard.
As long as you are in Qian Province, no matter how delicious the hot pot restaurant is, if there is no rice, no one will go there the next day.
For the people of Guizhou Province, no rice means no soul.
Whether a dish is delicious or not, the highest evaluation can only be expressed in two words.
"Dinner!"
Everyone enjoyed the meal, but Zhang Wanru, the eldest lady of the imperial capital, looked confused.
This was the first time she saw that hot pot must be served with rice.
"Brother, let's go pray after we finish eating!" Jiang Ting muttered as she ate.
Outside their county town, there is a Taoist temple called Qingfengguan, built halfway up the mountain.
There are Eight Immortals Hall, Ping'an Hall, Songzi Hall and Medicine King Hall, respectively dedicated to the Eight Immortals, God Guan Gong, Cihang Taoist, Songzi Empress and Medicine King Sun Simiao...
It is a large Taoist temple. During festivals, people will go up the mountain to pray for blessings. It is a local tradition and it is very lively.
Hearing this, Jiang Lang nodded.
However, he took another look at the girls and asked others for their opinions.
"What do you think?"
Su Jinxuan slowly said: "Okay~ When I was young, my sister and I often went to pray."
Su Jinlin was also on the side and nodded in agreement.
Zhang Wanru didn't have any objections. She also found it quite boring, and he was quite curious about Jiang Lang's hometown.
After arriving here, she became more and more puzzled that a real dragon could be raised in such a barren place.
How Jiang Lang rose to prominence was beyond her comprehension.
Everyone reached an agreement, and after eating, they drove to Qingfeng Temple outside the city.
When we drove to the foot of the mountain, we found that many people had already arrived.
Some people were resting on the wooden benches at the foot of the mountain. They seemed to be tourists who had just returned from praying at Taoist temples. Some people used their brains and set up roadside stalls at the foot of the mountain, selling snacks, soda and so on...
It can only be said that the wisdom of the working people is infinite, and they have never forgotten to make money even now.
Jiang Lang led everyone up the mountain and entered the Taoist temple.
I found that there were more people inside, including men and women, young and old.
Some come to tell fortunes, to pray, to make wishes, to inquire about the future, to inquire about marriage, and all sorts of things.
There are even many young people.
In fact, logically speaking, young people are very disgusted with this kind of feudal superstition.
However, in recent years, more and more young people are keen on praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, and they have become the main force!
It even set an unprecedented precedent of reporting ID cards, burning incense and worshiping gods.
He took the girls to visit the Taoist temple, and then everyone separated.
My sister Jiang Ting went to the Palace of Medicine King and paid homage to Sun Simiao, the famous King of Medicine in ancient China.
Jiang Lang is not surprised. After all, Jiang Ting is a medical student now. It is natural to worship the King of Medicine. She is a professional counterpart...
As for the Su sisters, they went to the Temple of the Eight Immortals, the largest in the Taoist temple.
Zhang Wanru, on the other hand, didn't go anywhere, just following Jiang Lang!
Jiang Lang didn't know what to do, so he simply took the other party to find a Taoist priest and asked for a peace charm.
Um...it costs money, 38.8!
These days, not only do you need money to worship Buddha, but you also need money to worship gods!
After asking for the peace charm, Jiang Lang took some photos of Zhang Wanru in the Taoist temple.
At this time.
A surprised sound came from my ears.
"I'll go~ Prodigal! It's really you!"
Jiang Lang turned his head reluctantly, and a young man wearing brand-name clothes came over with his arms around a pretty good-looking girl with a bit of internet celebrity face.
"Yang Cheng?" Jiang Lang frowned and muttered softly.
This person was his high school classmate, but the two of them didn't deal with each other very well.
The other party is a well-known rich second generation in the county. Their family is very powerful in the local area.
At that time, many people in the school liked Su Jinxuan who was good in appearance and good in studies, and Yang Cheng was no exception.
Jiang Lang was Su Jinxuan's deskmate at the time, which made many boys unhappy with Jiang Lang.
Among them, the Yang Cheng in front of him can be said to be the most excessive.
It can be regarded as the main culprit of Jiang Lang being bullied on campus when he was in high school.
I was good at sweeping floors and toilets, but from time to time I would be robbed of money and called "poor guy".
He was not short of money, but he just deliberately teased Jiang Lang.
Jiang Lang also tried to resist, but he only suffered more severe retaliation.
He also tried reporting and complaining, but to no avail. The principal of the high school at the time was a relative of Fang's family.
It was also at that time that Jiang Lang realized the cruelty of society earlier than his peers.
There is really an invisible line between rich and poor people, which makes people unable to resist...
The most serious time was after school.
At the school gate, the other party called a group of people and beat him one-sidedly.
The feeling of being stepped on and humiliated on the ground in front of a large crowd, with countless people coming and going.
He knows that today, he has not forgotten it.
It can be said that the person in front of me.
He was the person he hated the most during his youth, and was also his nightmare.
Unexpectedly, I met here...