TBS Street Interview Record:
Housewife A snout: "The supermarket shelves are still selling these poisonous foods! The island country's official does not care about our lives or death!"
High school student B pointed to the vending machine: "Even the meal replacement energy bar detects BT toxins, how much future is left for us young people?"
The old man C waved his crutch: "This is the species that will destroy our island people!"
Hosuke Sahiro's energy is still very large, and the noise created is much greater than the negative news against him in the morning.
Netizens who had originally scolded Hirosuke Sahiro began to conduct large-scale self-censorship. A netizen subtitled the screenshot of the previous post "Hosuke Sahiro must step down" with the subtitles "I am a blind fool."
But at night, a lot of news appeared and began to whitewash ABCD. A large number of naval troops appeared on the Internet and began to attack Sakai Kosuke, and the two sides were quarreling back and forth.
In the evening, Chen Xi sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table and drank a small wine with Kosuke Sahiro.
Sarori knelt on the side and added wine and picked up food for the two of them.
"I went to the research institute today. Old man, you are worthy of being the leader of a farmer. You have come up with more ideas than me. See if my packaging method can be used..." Chen Xi told his story about the bath crab.
After hearing this, Hirosuke Sahiro did not object because there are many examples of such things in the island country. As long as you don’t do it too much, it’s okay to play the edge ball. "Where did you get those documents from? It won't be really fake as the Internet says." Hirosuke Sahiro looked at Chen Xi seriously.
"How could it be? Don't be so nervous. I won't harm you. The source of this document is naturally a special channel. Of course, you must find a reason to explain to the outside world. As for those whitewashing ABCDs on the Internet, they are all the naval forces found by their company."
"We broke out so many secrets, they will definitely not give up!"
"Yes, this is probably a protracted war, you must be mentally prepared. Don't let the mice under your hands catch any handle."
"You have to teach me this kind of thing!" Sahiro Hirosuke glared at the young man in front of him.
Then the two of them clinked their glasses again.
ABCD Asia branch.
The four representatives of ADM, Bunge, Cargill, and Louis Dreyfus who last talked about cooperation with Chen Xi were sitting on the chair and feeling worried. "I just received a call from the headquarters. They were very annoyed about the confidentiality of my information." The head of the ADM branch opened his mouth.
"I'm the same."
"Yeah~"
The other three nodded with frown. "Don't sigh for a moment. As long as we do this, we will do our best to atone for our sins." The ADM man patted the table.
Hearing this, the other three people came to work hard.
"First control the navy to whitewash the ABCD, and then question the media what the source of these materials is. If you can't provide them, you will sue them for rumors!"
"I think we should start with the agricultural association. The members of their association have interests. As long as they conflict with their interests, they can dissolve everything."
"No, no, no, I think we should deal with that Chen Xi first. The source of all is this guy, and we cheated a large number of goods last time!"
"If they can get confidential documents from our company, we can also get some documents from the agricultural association. A huge organization like the agricultural association has multiple industries. I don't believe that there are no people in it that I can't see..."
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The four of them each had their own ideas, and for a moment the conference room was full of quarrel.
A few days later, the island country ushered in the New Year.
The Sahiro family is also very lively at this time, and the annual New Year celebration is also underway.
At five o'clock in the morning, the sky was not yet dawn, and the cold mist was like a layer of gauze, gently covering the river surface of the Zhuhouchuan.
The air was filled with a wet earthy atmosphere, and the outline of the century-old house of Sahiro's family was looming in the hazy morning light. The courtyard was already crowded with people, and fifty farmers were busy wearing coarse cloth clothes and straw sandals.
They poured 380 kilograms of brown rice into a large steamer with a diameter of two meters. The sound of rice rolling down was like a prelude to this morning.
The firewood is piled neatly. These special woods are "five-colored divine trees" specially transported from the deep forests of Mount Kumamoto Asu. It is said that when burning, it can awaken the blessings of the gods. Each firewood was carefully placed in place, emitting a faint pine fragrance when burning, mixed with the fragrance of glutinous rice, and gradually spreading in the courtyard.
The cost of burning wood is also not expensive. For every ton burning, 2 million cherry blossom coins are required to donate to the local shrine as a "spiritual compensation fee".
No one cares whether this money is worth it. After all, in an island country, tradition and faith are always above everything else.
As the smoke from cooking rises, the three hundred-year-old stone mortars in the center of the courtyard are also well arranged.
Two young farmers walked up lightly in a supple-colored robe, holding freshly steamed glutinous rice in their hands, pouring it down.
Crystal clear rice grains piled into a hill in the stone mortar. The steaming hot air instantly rose a huge white pillar ten feet high in the cold air, like a bridge connecting the heaven and the earth.
The patriarch Hirosuke Sahiro walked over with his prickly stalker left by his ancestors. Coarse cloth gloves stained with rice husks were exposed under the black patterned hood. Behind him was a group of young and strong men.
"Hayi!"
A hoarse and powerful horn sounded throughout the courtyard, marking the official beginning of the rice cake making ceremony.
Thirty-six men were divided into three rows, with a scarf wrapped around their heads and a huge wooden hammer in their hands, ready to go. Each of these mallets weighs hundreds of pillars and are like a heavy burden in their hands, but they seem to be at ease.
The beeping rope in a corner of the courtyard sways slightly with the morning breeze. The Inari Kanza, who was invited back from Kurume Shrine last night, was quietly hung on the eaves, as if he was silently watching this grand ceremony on earth.
The sound of the clapper is like a sudden rain, and every knock seems to be responding to the expectations of the gods.
The peasant women gathered around and began to spread the sifted glutinous rice flour on the bamboo strips, with their movements soft and smooth.
The gray-haired grandma gently tested the temperature of the glutinous rice with her index finger dipped in rice paste, and nodded gently after confirming that it was correct.
In a moment, the fragrance of rice cakes spreads, and the entire courtyard seems to be immersed in this feast of vision and smell. "Control the strength well!" Sahiro Hirosuke suddenly snatched the wooden hammer of the young man beside him, and the blue veins on his arms were like rice ears in the morning light.
The head of the pestle that was heavy and 200% broken through the white mist and accurately hit the rice cake core like the full moon.
The women hummed the "Battle of the Pestle" and flipped the hot rice balls over. Each impact shook the bright shattering light in the air that had not yet disappeared.
The burning pottery jar in front of the ten-door in the backyard was steaming, and the elderly gardener was hunching over and stirring the amber wheat miso with a fir stick. In the ancient kiln tea bowl presented by the six-year-old child, rice ear patterns were pinched with this year's new maltose. This special sweet wine must be tasted by the elderly in the Agricultural Council before it can be poured into the large cloud dragon pattern urn for sacrifice.
"Look at our annual jade skin this year!" A woman suddenly accelerated the rhythm of holding the rice cake, and the golden and shiny balls in the pottery mortar had already oozed out of the glazed luster.
The young men wrapped in blue-colored work clothes carried cypress mortars embedded in the snail shells, and the ancient wine that was buried deep in the ground during the autumn harvest last year. At this time, the smell of the earthy smell of the open seal mixed with the aroma of the wine, which attracted the mysterious cranes raised in the shrine to stop on the roof of the tiles.
Under the temporarily set up bamboo shed in the southeast corner, ten girls were kneading early spring mountain vegetables and golden beans into the rice cakes. The child was playing and pushing the treasure boat wrapped in straw to Mi Cang. A little older child held a cocoon-shaped cake hammer and imprinted the cherry blossoms that symbolized the harvest of grains on the rice cake.
In a room. "Damn it, China always slept at home in the morning in the New Year. People in this island are actually making trouble before dawn. It's so noisy!" Chen Xi covered his ears with his hands and tossed and turned on the quilt.
After ten minutes, he couldn't sleep and sat up.
In order not to affect Saori's reputation, he could only sleep in the guest room next to him.
Fortunately, Saori's bedroom is not far from here, and the two can meet secretly at night.
Soon, the door of the guest room was pushed open.
Saori walked over with her sleepy eyes and fell into his arms. "Isn't it too noisy, you can't sleep?"
"Yes, it's like this every year." The girl spoke slightly with her eyes closed. "Forget it, get up and go and have a look. I have never seen the New Year in the countryside of the island country." Chen Xi woke Saori up.
More than ten minutes later, in the square of the ancient house of Sabuki. "You are here, come here to help! China also has rice cakes. I have been to Ningbo before. People there eat rice cakes every year during the Chinese New Year." Sahiro Hosuke saw Chen Xi and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
When Chen Xi took the stick covered with glutinous rice flour, thin ice that had been tied on the pine branches last night was falling under the eaves. Six stone mortars formed a ring in the morning mist. Sahiro Hirosuke took off Haori and exposed his right shoulder, and his bronze back stretched out a mountain-like texture.
The young men from the Sabuki family were looking at the young man in China with playful eyes.
In their perception, only island countries can make rice cakes, and now people in cities don’t know at all. The young man in front of him has fair skin and does not look like a good player in farm work.
Although the last sword battle at the celebration shines brightly, it does not mean that Chen Xi can do farm work. "The waist must sink past the foal in Hokkaido, and the elbow must be hooked into the curve of the crescent moon." Sahiro Hosuke was instructing him, which was the mantra of Sahiro's family tutoring people to make rice cakes.
The young people next to them sneered in depression. When Chen Xi took the wooden pestle, the sound of the clapper in the entire courtyard suddenly broke.
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Chen Xi pressed the handle of the grip that had been polished out of time and unconsciously posed in the three-body posture of Xingyiquan. The memories of Huaguang being trained by the instructor suddenly woke up, and the force of the waist and horse uniting was rushing straight to the sky spirit along the tail spine.
"Bang!"
The afterimage from the pestle head struck a full moon in the steam. The rice cake ball that was only pounded evenly with three heavy blows turned out to be jade-like. The peasant woman watching the sieve dropped from her hands, which turned into the first snow.
"Have you cooked rice cakes before?" Hirosuke Sahiro was stunned.
In his understanding, only the old people who have passed down the rice cake making techniques in Ningbo City, China, can compare with the secret "Rice Ears Nine-Da" written by the Sabuki family.
The young men who were laughing just now stood there with their mouths open, and the hammer handle slipped from their fingers and almost hit the instep.
The six-year-old child suddenly roared the auspicious rice ears strung with copper bells, and the vermilion rope at the corner of the eaves was automatically connected without wind, filtering the morning light into fine gold foil and sprinkling it on Chen Xi's shoulders. "Isn't it just to make rice cakes? How difficult is it?" Chen Xi touched his nose with his big thumb.
"Hmph!" Sabuki Hirosuke didn't say much after hearing this, but just snorted coldly.
Saori was secretly cheering for her boyfriend next to her.
This is the Sabuki family. As the eldest lady in the clan, she still has to pretend in front of the clan members.
The girl who usually laughs and laughs suddenly becomes a cold lady. "Don't tell me what secret techniques there are to make rice cakes. I'll watch movies in your island country. Everything can be related to secret techniques. What is throwing darts is a shuriken, and water escape is to use some small props to cross the river..." Chen Xi said while playing rice cakes.
"..." Hearing this, Hirosuke Sahiro didn't know what to say, but he had been learning to make rice cakes for nearly a month.
Chen Xi is not a master who knows nothing, but his grandfather's hometown is Ningbo City.
Although I haven't seen my grandfather, I have gone to Ningbo City to find Chenxu to play in the past.
People there eat all kinds of glutinous rice food every year during the Chinese New Year, and making rice cakes is no exception.
He was curious. He had played these things when he was a child, so he was so skillful.
"Well, it's not bad! It's worthy of being my future husband." Saori next to him raised her head seriously, as proud as a swan.
Chen Xi couldn't help but complain: I asked you to pretend to be cold during the day, but at night I saw whether you still pretend to be cool or not!
"Why is your technique a little different from our rice cake action?" A young man from the Sabuki family who had mocked Chen Xi before asked in English and cherry blossom language. "What, do you want to learn? Then I will teach you!" "Yes." The young man didn't feel embarrassed, but nodded instead.
This is how people from the islands like to learn from the strong.
"Then you have to start with Chinese martial arts... it's been a long time."
"How long will it take?"
"After more than twenty years!"
"Ah? Are you only in your twenties this year."
"Yes, I started practicing after I accusing my mother!"
"..."
After making rice cakes, Chen Xi found a toilet to release water, and after he came out, he was stopped. "Hey, have you seen the news this time?" Ise Aoyue leaned against the wall, holding her arms and asked in English. "Oh, it's you. I'm planning to look for you, but I haven't seen you for a few days." Chen Xi glanced at the other party.
"Look for me?" Ise Aoyue was stunned when she heard this.
"Of course, what do you want to do! Every time you appear in front of my wife for no reason, are you trying to make a mistake? There are so many perverts in your island country, you want to play with a follower, right..." Chen Xi stepped forward and inserted his waist, his tone a little unkind. "I don't know what you are talking about! This time the Internet was in a turmoil, and the patriarch was pushed to the forefront. In the final analysis, it was all your reasons!" Ise Aoyue replied without hesitation. "It's all about me. I'm watching your islanders die. I'm kind enough to send you supplies to rescue you. You ungrateful wolf eat my food and scold me!" "Don't think it's great if you have a young lady to support you. She was just deceived by your sweet words. The patriarch loves his daughter and can only be led by you. I know what abacus you have in your mind, just to control the agriculture of the island countries..."
"Silly, I think you have ulterior motives. I have never seen anyone who volunteers to be an adopted son. This is simply a dog for someone. To endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens must have great ambitions. Let's talk, what do you want to come to Sahiro's house?"
"You..." Ise Aoyue suddenly became angry when she heard this. After a moment, she calmed down and turned around and left without saying a word.
Looking at the other party's strange behavior, Chen Xi shrugged.
This guy must have a big problem. Normal people have already started to hear what he said just now.
Is it a ninja so tolerant?
In the evening, preparations for the celebration were ready, and now is the time to celebrate.
Unlike the last celebration, this time belongs to the Sahiro family's private celebration. The atmosphere is also quite cheerful and warm.
Just as Chen Xi was drinking a little wine and admiring her serious girlfriend in a kimono and dressed in a serious manner on the stage, the performance suddenly began on the stage.
This is a show of the young man from the Sabuki family, because the patriarch is usually very busy and he can't see him at all.
In order to find a good future for yourself, young people in these tribes will work hard to show their strengths during celebrations.
Hearing the introduction of Shimizu sitting next to him, Chen Xi also wanted to show his strengths, but his strengths could not be shown to outsiders, and could only be shown in front of Saori. "Do you want to go up and show it?" Qingshui talked with him. He had been in frequent contact with Tian Zhongyou this year, and he spoke Chinese fluently. "No, I don't have an exposure." "Huh?"
Just while the two were chatting, the people on the stage had already started performing. (This chapter ends)