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Wenzhou folk story: eating porridge and choosing a son-in-law

In ancient times, the daughter of a member of nanxi river was talented and handsome, and wanted to choose a son-in-law!

As soon as the news spread, it alarmed many young people. They asked the media to act as matchmakers. They are rich, have official positions, and have the promise of studying, which dazzles the members and makes them determined, so they have to let their daughters make their own suggestions. My daughter thought for three days and nights, but she couldn't think of anything. Seeing that the deadline for "meeting" is coming, Mr. W knocked on his daughter's door early in the morning and asked her what to do. She didn't sleep well at night, dizzy, her eyes were in a daze and her ears were buzzing. She thought her father was asking her what to eat for dessert, so she said to eat porridge. W can hear clearly. Although he felt ridiculous and bizarre, there was no other good way and he followed her.

On the day of choosing a husband face to face, many young people from all over the world came to propose marriage, and many of them also joined in the fun. There is a cowherd in the crowd, with fine eyes. Because he grew up with his daughter, he came to see it specially. He suddenly heard the member calling his name, so he answered inexplicably. There are many people with the same name and surname. The Committee member called the name of a scholar, but the young man didn't come, and people on the side heckled him to make up the numbers. Good luck, don't take advantage of the dawn too early. He blushed, answered the poem correctly and passed the "pre-selection" smoothly. Only three people passed, and all of them were rich children.

The porridge competition that decided the outcome began. Everyone has a big bowl of boiling white rice porridge, and whoever eats it first wins.

At the command, two rich children couldn't wait to drink a bowl of porridge, but they could still drink a mouthful of hot porridge, and they had to stop for a while, so they were sweating. Where's Cowherd? He stirred the bowl with one hand and chopsticks with the other, muttering, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it …" Everyone else had eaten half a bowl, and he was still stirring and saying, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it …" No matter how the onlookers urged him, he was in no hurry.

When there were a few mouthfuls of hot porridge left in the rich boy's bowl, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. I saw Cowherd holding a porridge bowl in his hands, upturned his neck, and drank a bowl of cold porridge in one breath!

From then on, Cowherd became the son-in-law of my husband's family, and no longer had to herd cattle.