Wang Jian, a native of the Tang Dynasty.
Fateful journey, when he was young, his family was poor, so he had to study to make ends meet.
Youthful, sleeping in the open, and having few friends.
Forty Shishi, he has to serve as a small sesame official of "Sima".
The world may think that he is a big official, but as everyone knows, "Sima" is just acting as a secretary to the powerful and left, running errands.
The first half of life was helpless and ups and downs.
The second half is a little decent, but the heart is already sophisticated and lonely.
It is true that there has never been a ** in his life, and Wang Jian has never made great achievements.
However, the pen is merciful and the words are handsome.
Wang Jianhao's poetry has the reputation of "talented and intelligent". He laid out the pen and poured out all the things he saw and heard.
The extravagance of the powerful gold house also has a marriage that is in harmony with the gods.
There are also the hardships and bitterness of the people at the bottom, and they have no choice but to swallow their voices.
Only Wang Jian dared to take notes and leave a true memory for future generations.
"Bride's Words".
Three days into the kitchen, wash your hands and make soup.
If you don't know how to eat your aunt, you will send your sister-in-law to taste it first.
Three days into the kitchen, wash your hands and make soup. ”
In ancient etiquette, after three days of marriage, the bride had to go down to the kitchen herself.
The delicate cheeks are no longer the graceful they used to be, and the eyebrows are full of apprehension.
I saw my sister-in-law washing her hands carefully.
Yesterday's delicate and lovely face was full of seriousness at this time.
She sorted out the pots and pans, unfolded the ingredients and counting utensils - her capable and industrious style was unobstructed, and she was really not an ordinary coward in the boudoir.
The soup was cut and the fire was burned enough, but the newlywed wife did not move.
Her eyebrows were tightly knit, and her eyes were solemn and anxious.
The new daughter-in-law, who is usually capable, has become timid at the moment.
It turned out that the first time she cooked by herself, she encountered a problem-I wonder if my mother-in-law's taste is light or salty?
If the taste is not to the appetite of the elderly, he will definitely be blamed by his mother-in-law;
If you are not seasoned properly and are blamed by your father-in-law, you will be nagged by your husband.
The current meal has become a touchstone for her to marry into a new family!
If you don't know how to eat your aunt, you will send your sister-in-law to taste it first. ”
After much hesitation, the bride finally set her sights on the sister-in-law sitting idly in the corner.
My sister-in-law is the only girl in the family, and she helps her mother-in-law with housework all day long, and she must be close to watch when she cooks.
Come to think of it, she must know the taste preferences of her mother-in-law and father-in-law.
Although the newlywed sister-in-law is young, she is a married woman after all, and the sister-in-law should naturally treat her with courtesy.
The bride beckoned her sister-in-law softly.
The two of you and I discussed it one by one.
The sister-in-law is so clever and transparent, no wonder the sister-in-law will ask her for help in the first place.
They chatted non-stop about the bitterness of the meal.
Such a question and answer is also sympathetic.
The autumn breeze outside the window was blowing, and the thin barrier between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law gradually melted away in such laughter.
The sister-in-law didn't serve the shelf, she held the soup and Wen Yan let the sister-in-law taste it.
A mouthful of salty taste came out, and the sister-in-law couldn't help frowning.
She smiled lightly, secretly adjusted the seasoning, and let the sister-in-law try it again.
This time, the sister-in-law was full of praise, and she breathed a sigh of relief and presented the soup to her mother-in-law.
On the way to get married, the relationship between sister-in-law has always been the most difficult.
On weekdays, my sister-in-law is the most squeamish and willful, but today she has become the confidant of the new daughter-in-law.
With her here, I finally figured out the taste of my mother-in-law's family.
Wang Jian's pen is plain and simple, without flowery rhetoric, but every word is fine, and the needle is threaded everywhere.
The bride in the pen is clever in the plain.
On the first day of marriage, she looked at her in-laws with a red hijab.
Roll out the dough silently at the desk, speculating whether they are salty or light.
She picks up the pot and cooks the soup, carefully considering her in-laws' taste preferences.
After dinner, she anxiously cleaned up the dishes and listened to their comments.
Such an ordinary and simple day has become a difficult test for her to show herself and integrate into her new home.
"Three days" and "cooking", outlining the time scene;
"Wash your hands" and "make soup", portraying the bride as industrious;
"Uninformed", "preemptive", the revelation becomes unfazed.
Every specific detail is closely related to the identity and situation of the bride, bringing an ordinary woman to life with taste.
The best thing is that the corner of "sister-in-law" is ingenious, and the sister-in-law and sister are vividly written.
A bland meal is full of humanity and makes people smile after watching it.
As everyone praised in the Qing Dynasty: "Poetry is true, not a word is easy".
The simplicity of these 20 words is the essence of his wonderful poem.
In the Tang Dynasty, when a woman married, it was like exploring difficulties, and she needed to observe her words and look at her feelings and find out the temperament of her elders.
The in-laws in front of her have the power to determine her fate.
When her husband went out to eat, she tried her best to please her in-laws day after day.
Don't dare to slack off a little, for fear of verbal humiliation or expulsion.
The woman under the red hijab has tears and sweat with every meal.
But who knows her bitterness?
She had to bite her lip and squeeze out a flattering smile.
Today's people have food and clothing, women can be emancipated and enjoy equality, and they are finally grateful to this realistic lyricist.
Recording the suffering of the people with a pen leads us to get a glimpse of the true side of ancient times.