June, the third year of Emperor Jingdi's reign
In late summer, the heat waves are rolling. Even in Yunzhong County, which borders the grassland in the north, it is still hot and unbearable. Walking under the sun, it won't take long before you are sweating profusely, as if you are covered in a steamer.
The sky was clear and there was not a breath of wind. Even the golden eagle hid in the barn, looking listless and listless.
Inside the Zhao’s livestock farm, more than twenty strong men took off their shirts, lifted large buckets of stream water, and poured it over their heads, shouting in pleasure.
The women lifted the newly made steamer, picked out the steamed buns, and scooped out the millet rice from the steamer and put it into a wooden barrel half a person's height. Wei Juan brought out the pottery jar of sauce, and Gongsun Ao and Zhao Po Nu lifted the roasted fat sheep together and placed it under a few elm trees according to the instructions of Sun Lao.
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