At noon, Song Laohei's house was extremely lively.
Although the food was not ready until almost two o'clock, no one who came minded.
In fact, there were only a few dishes cooked by Song Laohei for this meal, and the other dishes were brought by the guests from their own homes. They were all from the same village, and they all knew what happened to Song Laohei today, so the guests who came to eat and drink consciously brought their own food and wine, and in this way, they could gather together to form several tables.
There was definitely no room for everyone in Song Laohei's house, so they simply ate in the yard. There was a big sycamore tree in his yard, with deep roots and lush leaves, which could cover the entire yard. It was quite cool for dozens of people to eat in the yard.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of taking out the backpack, Yang Jing took out two bottles of Maotai liquor produced in 1972 from the storage space. As soon as the liquor was brought out, it immediately caused a sensation in the whole village.
Now is not like 20 years later, when rural people wanted to be richer than urban people, and it was not uncommon to drink Wuliangye and other liquors during festivals. But now, most rural areas in China cannot afford it. Let alone Maotai, which is more than 20 years old, even the Shedian Laojiu, Zhanggong Daqu, Songhe Daqu and other liquors produced in Henan Province, rural people are generally reluctant to drink them. Most rural people in this era drink loose liquor that costs a few cents per pound...
Now, this overseas Chinese Yang took out two bottles of 20-year-old Moutai, which immediately aroused the drinking addiction of all the old wine lovers.
There are too many people and too little wine. There is nothing we can do about it. Although there are still a lot of old wines in Yang Jing's storage space, he can't take them out. How can he explain it? So, at least these two bottles of wine are enough. If it's not enough, don't we have barrels of loose wine? These days, loose wine is also very delicious, at least it's all grain wine.
There are more than twenty men coming here to drink today. After dividing the two bottles of wine, each person only drinks less than one or two glasses of wine. However, these simple farm men are still very happy to be able to drink the legendary Moutai liquor.
As for the dishes, apart from the sweet and sour carp made by Song Laohei himself, most of the others were ready-made cold dishes. Anyway, it was summer now, and cold dishes went well with wine, the more you drink, the better...
After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere in the yard suddenly became heated. It was a great thing that they were able to find the child and catch the two human traffickers. With the addition of good wine, the atmosphere was so heated that it was impossible not to be heated!
As the benefactor of Song Laohei's family and an overseas Chinese, Yang Jing was naturally invited to sit at the "Chairman's Table". In addition to Song Laohei and Secretary Song who accompanied him personally, several respected elders in the village also came to drink with him. The largest Yellow River carp was placed on this table, which was enough to prove the gratitude of the whole village to Yang Jing.
Yang Jing's alcohol tolerance was still acceptable. After he had been drinking for a while, he finally calmed down and started talking to Old Master Song beside him.
This old man Song is the oldest man in the area, he is 96 years old this year. Although he is only four years away from turning 100, his eyesight and hearing are not blurry, he can even carry a fish basket to fish by the river, his body really doesn't look like he is 96, if you don't know his age, seeing his vigorous steps, people will believe he is 70.
The old man was too old, so he drank a cup of Moutai, and then started to drink tea instead of wine.
To be honest, the head of this family, Song Laohei, has to call this old man "Sixth Grandpa". This old man is the sixth brother of Song Laohei's grandfather.
Some words of thanks had already been said, so now Yang Jing began to chat about other things in a low voice with the old man next to him.
"The Taoist temple to the west of your village? That temple is called Daimei Temple, and it is named after the Daimei Mountain in the south." The old man stroked his half-foot-long snow-white beard and said with a smile.
Hearing that this Taoist temple was called "Jiang Daimei Temple", Yang Jing felt a little disappointed. However, Yang Jing was not without psychological preparation. After all, the Yuecheng Temple on the silk was a Taoist temple more than a thousand years old. Given the scale of that Taoist temple, it was obviously impossible for it to be passed down for so long.
But Yang Jing still had some hope, "Old Master, how old is this Taoist temple?"
The old man stroked his beard and nodded, saying, "This Taoist temple has existed for a long time. I remember hearing from my grandfather that it seemed that this Taoist temple was rebuilt on the original ruins by several Taoists from Mount Zhongnan during the Qianlong period. However, during the Four Olds Campaign, this Taoist temple was destroyed. It was not until more than ten years ago that several Taoists from Mount Wangwu across the river renovated it. Well, it seems that this Taoist temple has been called Daimei Temple since the Qianlong period."
"Old Master, do you mean that this Taoist temple was already a ruin during the Qianlong period? In other words, this Taoist temple has actually existed for a long time?"
"Yes, it must have been a long time ago. People around here all immigrated from Hongdong, Shanxi Province in the early Ming Dynasty. The rumor in the village is that when they immigrated here, there seemed to be a Taoist temple next to the village, but no one has visited it. Later, when the Manchu Tartars came, people in the area were killed or fled. It took a long time before someone secretly returned here from other places. There was a long period of time missing in the history of the village, and no one knows the history of the Taoist temple. Anyway, as far as I know, this Taoist temple has been abandoned twice."
Hearing these words, Yang Jing felt relieved.
Although this Taoist temple is now called Daimei Temple, who can guarantee that it was called this name before? According to the old man, as early as the Qianlong period, this Daimei Temple was rebuilt on the site of an earlier Taoist temple, and the village legend has it that there was a Taoist temple next to the village as early as the early Ming Dynasty.
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