When words are connected to each other, gossip between people also spreads widely.
"Brother Zai, what are you talking about? What about the last supper? It's just a hot pot. There's nothing to eat tomorrow?"
Wen Ming came over with a cloth bag, sat down, made a grease dish, and then put something unknown into it.
Yuzai turned around and took a look at the hot pot. He was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then said melancholy:
"I'll tell you the truth, one of you is going to betray me. This person will add fruit to the hot pot... Who put the grapes in the hot pot! Is it you Wen Ming!"
Wen Ming picked up the salt shaker and was spreading salt on his plate. When he heard Yu Zai shouting, he nodded:
"I betrayed you."
"Because grapes in Baghdad are indeed quite cheap, I just wanted to give them a try and see if they taste good in hot pot."
Wen Ming said: "Do you know a famous dish of Baghdad people?"
"Stewed radish, their radish is the same red color as the one imported from the Western Regions last time."
"Fill water in a clay pot, boil it, add fat, add purple onions, ridged thorns, 'coriander', 'ear fennel' and a kind of bean called karasu; mash the garlic into a paste and pour it on the vegetables. On top, add green grass leaves (mint).”
When Wen Ming mentioned this dish, his expression was very strange.
"It does sound like a strange recipe, but it tastes pretty good, so I think there shouldn't be any problem if you put some grapes in the hot pot..."
"Hey, if we want the locals to let down their guard against us, we must first have a strong stomach!"
.....
Lot had only been at the construction site of Tianfang City for a few days. Soon an old man came outside the city and asked around whether Lot was here.
The soldiers of Lagash naturally told him that Lot was here, and the old man claimed to be Lot's uncle and needed to see him.
As a result, this matter quickly reached the ears of Wen Ming and Yu Zai.
Yuzai found Lot:
"Lot? Your uncle or uncle...uh, I mean, what's the name of the person closest to you? I just want to know the basic family situation of the migrant workers."
"Someone came to you just now and said he was your eldest father... Ahem, he said he was your uncle and your father's brother."
Ruzai vaguely equated the energetic young man in front of him with a relatively familiar legendary figure.
Lot was startled and said quickly: "Abram! My uncle is here! He will take me back! King of heaven, I am willing to herd your cattle, no matter it is cold, hot or windy, I will never stop. Please Don't listen to my uncle's wishes and banish me from heaven! He always doesn't want others to have a better life than him!"
"He always thinks that I can't do things well, but he himself can't do anything well either. I will prove my worth to you!"
"My father's name is Haran, my father's brother is called Abram, my grandfather's name is Terah, he is the moon priest of the city of Ur, and Abram is the chief of the Semitic tribe, but he does not have a decent job, Helping people carry mud bricks on the ceramic floor of the building, and I am not allowed to come here to start a new life..."
Yu Zai was really surprised!
"Abraham!"
Good guy, this legendary old man actually lives in the city of Ur in this era, and his nephew Lot is really this energetic young man in front of me!
At this time, Abraham was still called Abram, and the city of Ur had not yet been conquered and occupied by Utu Hegar. According to Eastern history, the Sixteenth State of Yanyun was still in the hands of the Jin Dynasty.
The city of Ur was originally one of the capitals of Sumer in the past, but now it has fallen into the hands of the thieves, and the people inside have basically become "barbarians".
Abraham was a Semitic who lived in the city of Ur, ruled by the Kuti people, and lived a pretty good life.
At this time, war and turmoil had not occurred, and the Kutian crown had not yet fallen. Abraham naturally had no reason to leave the city of Ur. After all, he was a small slave owner.
And although he did not have a decent job, Abraham's father "Terah" was actually a distinguished priest of the moon god, and he also had a good skill in carving clay figures, and he earned a lot of money every day.
History is a criss-crossing spider web. Every time the spider webs intertwine, countless great people and wonderful events will be born.
If an Akkadian slave owner on the Euphrates River had not persecuted a young fisherman, the young fisherman would never have raised an army to join the Sumerian nobles and recover the city of Uruk.
And if this young fisherman named Utu Hegar had not attacked the city of Ur after becoming the general who commanded Uruk, then the Sumerian dynasty would not have been restored, and the Kutian crown would not have fallen. On the ground.
And if there had not been turmoil in the city of Ur, there would have been no prophet Abraham.
Abraham would not have been guided by "Jehovah". He would still be nesting in the city of Ur, carrying bricks on construction sites.
There would be no Canaan, no Jews, and no Moses who later divided the sea.
It all started with a fishing net on the banks of the Euphrates River.
"Lot, I think I should tell your uncle that this is Canaan."
"Canaan? Isn't this place called Tianfang?"
Lot was confused.
What, why did you temporarily change the name of the city-state when my uncle came?
But soon Lot understood.
It dawned on him.
The city lord must have seen that he was serious about studying, so he decided to stay and recruit him as a regular employee. Then, as long as he told his uncle that this was not Tianfang but Canaan, his uncle would not find him, and he would have no choice but to go back!
High, boss.
"Thank you, king! I will work hard and will never betray your trust in me!"
Lot was so excited that he ran away from here, leaving only a confused Concubine.
"Anyway, let me go see him."
Yuzai went to meet this legendary figure. Abram looked like a fifty-year-old man, with a white fluffy beard and a weathered face, but in fact he was strong and even had full muscles. He was wearing linen clothes. The clothes, because it was winter, he wore a woolen coat, which was a little dirty and dirty, and he wore something like a hood on his head.
"Dear Lord Tianfang, my nephew arrived here a few days ago. Please allow me to take him back."
Abram made his request, and Yuzai said: "But Lot doesn't seem to be planning to go back. He came to work here. I think he can have a lot of room for development in animal husbandry."
Abram said anxiously: "My nephew Lot has no talent for herding. He doesn't even take his own cattle and sheep seriously. If he helps you herd, your cattle and sheep will not be able to eat fodder."
Yu Zai: "Abram, you don't seem to have a very good attitude towards Tianfang City?"
Abram said in awe: "Lord of Heaven, I didn't mean this. Why did you say that?"
Yu Zai: "Tianfang City is recruiting capable workers. There are people from all walks of life, and people from the surrounding villages are constantly joining. The development prospects here are very good, and the great poet Enhaiduana is also here, so , why are you so frightened about Lot coming here?"
"Is it because you feel that your status as a small slave owner has been tarnished regardless of your origin here, or is it because this city is in a dangerous area and you are worried that Ur City will attack here and let your nephew die?"
"I heard that you are helping people on the construction site in Ur City? How about I pay double the amount of money they pay, and you come to work at my place? How about it?"
Abram opened his mouth and murmured: "This, this is not about money."
Yu Zai: "Three times, I believe this is a matter of money."
