Because Lin Mo had successfully convinced herself last night, she slept particularly soundly that night.
The next morning, Lin Mo got up from the big bed in her space refreshed, stretched, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then prepared to go to the kitchen in the space to cook Laba porridge.
Since Lin Mo's village has the custom of worshiping the ancient god of December every year, their village has the old custom of drinking Laba porridge on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year. No matter how poor the family is, they will gather eight different kinds of grains to cook a bowl of Laba porridge.
In fact, in modern times, Lin Mo also has the habit of drinking Laba porridge every year. When she was in the orphanage before, the orphanage would also make Laba porridge every year on Laba Day, but it was different from the custom of worshiping the God of Laba in Zhangwang Village.
The dean told them that the custom of drinking porridge on Laba Festival originated from Buddhism. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month every year, temples would cook a large pot of porridge for believers to drink and give it to everyone. It is said that after drinking Laba porridge, one will be blessed by the Buddha. Therefore, Laba porridge is also called "Longevity and Fortune Porridge", "Blessed Virtue Porridge", "Buddha Porridge", etc
When Lin Mo came back yesterday, he told Lin Danniu's family that he would cook Laba porridge and send it to them, so Lin Mo started preparing it early in the morning.
Lin Mo first took out eight kinds of grains including black rice, rice, millet, glutinous rice, red beans, adzuki beans, coix seeds and oats from the warehouse of the live broadcast room, washed them with water and put them into the pressure cooker.
She also picked some walnuts and chestnuts that Lin Danniu and the others had sent and put them into the pot. Then she took some red dates, lotus seeds and wolfberries according to her own preferences, washed them and put them into the pot.
Since Lin Mo likes to eat sweet Laba porridge, he put some rock sugar into the pot, and then added water from the raw ingredients into the pressure cooker, making the ratio of rice to water 1:8.
Then Lin Mo covered the pressure cooker, set the timer, and went to prepare to pickle the Laba garlic.
This Laba garlic, like Laba porridge, is an important memory of Lin Mo's childhood. In fact, according to Lin Mo's memory of the orphanage, this Laba garlic has to be pickled after the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. Because it takes at least a week to eat it after pickling, the aunts in the orphanage kitchen start pickling it as soon as the twelfth lunar month begins, and then they can take it out and eat it with Laba porridge on Laba Day.
But the beginning of the twelfth lunar month was when Lin Mo was the laziest, so she didn't pickle the Laba garlic. But this time, she happened to have the time and was active, so she pickled some and saved it for eating with dumplings during the New Year.
In fact, the method of making Laba garlic is very simple. You just need to prepare a sealed container. What Lin Mo prepared was a glass canning bottle that had been washed and drained of moisture.
Then put the cleaned garlic, rock sugar and rice vinegar into the glass bottle, cover it tightly and put it in a relatively warm place and wait.
Since Lin Mo had saved several glass canning bottles, he only took half an hour to make ten bottles of Laba garlic in one go.
When Lin Mo's Laba garlic was ready, the Laba porridge she had been cooking in the pressure cooker was also ready. Lin Mo opened the lid of the pressure cooker and smelled a sweet and fragrant aroma.
Smelling the sweet smell, Lin Mo swallowed unconsciously. Unable to resist his greed, he served himself a small bowl of Laba porridge from the pressure cooker.
Lin Mo took a small sip while enduring the scalding pain. In an instant, her mouth was filled with the sweet and soft Laba porridge. Just this one bite was so delicious that Lin Mo squinted her eyes. It turned out that delicious food can heal the soul.
Soon, Lin Mo finished the small bowl of Laba porridge. Originally, Lin Mo wanted to serve himself another bowl, but when he looked at the time on his wrist, it was already past eight o'clock.
Thinking that the Laba porridge had to be drunk before noon so that he could pray for protection, health and blessings, and drive away disease, Lin Mo quickly put the porridge in the pressure cooker into a large clay pot, and hurried to his uncle Wang Jianshe's house carrying the basket containing the large clay pot.
After Lin Mo arrived at Wang Jianshe's house and handed the Laba porridge to Lin Danniu who was stewing meat in the kitchen, she let out a long sigh.
Seeing what she said, Lin Da Nv handed her handkerchief to Lin Mo with amusement and asked her to wipe the sweat off her face, so as not to catch a cold in this winter.
Lin Mo didn't hesitate and took it directly. After Lin Mo wiped his sweat, he didn't see Lin Da Niu and the others drinking Laba porridge, so he hurriedly urged Lin Da Niu and said, "Aunt, you go drink the porridge first! I'll watch the fire for you."
"It's okay, Momo, go sit in the main room. We can eat the porridge later at noon. It's winter now and we don't have to go to work. We only have two meals a day at home."
After Lin Danniu finished speaking, she remembered that Lin Mo was still there, so she continued, "Momo, are you hungry? Why don't you drink some porridge first and fill your stomach, and we'll have braised pork for lunch."
"Aunt, I have eaten it. This Laba porridge should be consumed before noon, so as to drive away the disasters and diseases of the year.
Hurry up and bring it in for uncle and the others to share some!"
Seeing Lin Mo's serious expression, Lin Danniu gave up and asked Lin Mo to help her watch the meat in the pot for a while. Then she took the large clay pot that Lin Mo brought and went into the house to distribute porridge to her family.
Wang Jianshe, who was originally confused, was just about to ask his wife why there was suddenly an extra meal today, when Lin Danniu told him what Lin Mo said. Although Wang Jianshe wanted to say that Lin Danniu was feudal and superstitious, when he heard that this was Lin Mo's intention, he obediently drank the Laba porridge.
After drinking Laba porridge, Wang Jianshe came to the kitchen specially to thank Lin Mo, and repeatedly praised the Laba porridge made by Lin Mo as the best Laba porridge he had ever tasted in his life.
After Wang Bai and Liu Pan'er finished drinking the Laba porridge brought by Lin Mo, Lin Mo was ready to go home with the big clay pot with a little Laba porridge left. As for why such delicious Laba porridge was left over, it was done on purpose by Wang Jianshe and the others, in order to create a good meaning - to have surplus every year.
But Lin Da Nv refused to let Lin Mo go home and insisted that Lin Mo stay at home for lunch. Lin Mo had no choice but to stay in the kitchen and chat with Lin Da Nv.
After the braised pork in Lin Danniu's pot was ready, Lin Danniu made a few of her specialties. After the meal, Lin Mo went home, touching his round belly.
In the evening, Lin Mo still ate Laba porridge, which was different from the custom of eating the first meal of Laba porridge before noon.
Eating Laba porridge at night is a custom of "beating ghosts with red beans" during the Laba Festival. Legend has it that Zhuanxu, one of the five ancient emperors, had three sons who turned into evil ghosts after their death and came out to scare children.
In ancient times, people generally believed in superstitions and were afraid of ghosts and gods. They thought that strokes, illnesses, and poor health among adults and children were all caused by plague ghosts during the Laba Festival.
These evil ghosts are not afraid of anything in the sky or on the earth, but they are afraid of red beans, so there is a saying that "red beans fight ghosts". Therefore, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, making porridge with red beans and red beans and eating it at night is said to drive away epidemics and usher in good fortune
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