Daqin: You have a son to help Su

Chapter 179 Ceremony Begins in Spring, Yanmen County Dazhi

Fusu looked at the people below, nodded and said, "Feng Xiao, it seems that my strategy has worked."

Hearing what the young master said, Guo Jia nodded, and the young master Fusu thought that things were really fast.Guo Jia hadn't thought of this matter in the county guard's mansion just now, after all, this matter was to borrow the prestige of the young master.

As soon as the news spread, the people of Yanmen County did not hesitate to bring their own sacrifices to the gods and drag their families to Yanmen County to participate in this grand ceremony.

"Old man, how many livestock have you brought here?" The little official sent to register and exchange the sacrificed livestock looked at the old man who had pulled a lot of live chickens in a bullock cart.

"Shangli, this belongs to some villagers in our village. We can't afford big livestock, so we can only buy a chicken for each household," said the old man who also lowered his head when he saw the little official.

"I have cattle in my family, so I wanted to help the villagers transport the live chickens to the son. The people in our village don't need money, so I just want to ask the son to communicate with the gods and let our village have another good year."

Hearing this sentence, the little official quickly said: "No, no, this is the arrangement of the young master. Old man, you just take the food you bought!"

The old man was also anxious: "How can this work, let the young master spend a lot of money to buy our live chickens, and then let the young master help us sacrifice. This is not good, it is not good!"

In fact, the little official has met several old people like this before. In fact, he also has a way to help Su Ge here.

"Old man, which township are you from?" The clerk picked up his pen, ink and bamboo slips.

"I'm from He Township," the old man replied truthfully.

"Come and go, every household?"

"It should be. Shangli, I can't read, so it should be these two characters."

The little official quickly wrote down the name of Laihu's village, and asked again: "Old man, what's your name?"

This question made the old man a little confused, so he asked tentatively: "Sir, what do you want my name for?"

The little official has heard this question many times today, so he took the bamboo slips and showed them to the old man: "These are the names of the people who came to exchange the grain before. Write it on this, and the young master will use it to communicate with the gods."

As soon as he heard that his name could be known by the prince and the gods, the old man reported his name tremblingly: "My name is Shui, just the water of that river."

Although the old man didn't know how to read, he still knew what his name was, so he wrote it with the little official's strokes, but the little official's strokes were different from the old man's.

After all, the little official wanted to write Qin Xiaozhuan, not Zhao Guozi, which made the old man anxiously say: "It's not written like this, it's not 'water'!"

"Don't worry, old man, it's 'water', that's how Qin's character for 'water' looks like!" The official shook his head, and Zhao Guo's characters have now been thrown into the trash can.

Only then did the old man remember that the state of Zhao is no longer under the rule of the state of Qin, and the son of the state of Qin naturally also used the characters of Qin, and only when he wrote his name in the characters of Qin can the son understand it and report it to the gods.

"Shangli, these live chickens are not mine alone, can you help me write the names of several people from the same village as well?" The old man accepted the fact that he might have to learn how to write his own name again, and made a request.

The little official nodded naturally, it was just a matter of writing a few names, it was not troublesome.

Moreover, most of the villagers' names are of the type of "joy, anger, sorrow, joy, cattle, sheep, dogs, horses, wood, water, fire, and earth", which are relatively easy to write names.

After finishing writing, the little official handed over the exchanged food to the old man: "This way, the young master will know your names, and you will treat this grain as a reward from the young master."

Things like petty officials and old people are now happening in many places in Shanwu County.

Fusu took the bamboo slips that had been handed in and looked at them one by one. Even though the Bering county guard next to him felt sorry for the food, it was just a way to compensate the people.

Looking at the young master Fusu who was handling official business in his seat, Bai Ling still admired him very much, and he also rejoiced that the next heir to the throne of Qin was a wise young master.

"My lord, it's ready!" Wang Zhi and Guo Jia prepared the altar outside, and then returned to the governor's mansion.

So Fusu got up and went to take a bath. In fact, Fusu’s soul from the later generations did not believe in this, but according to the tradition of this era, if Fusu did not take a bath and put on the sacrificial attire, he would not even be able to go to the altar.

After taking a symbolic bath and putting on the dress that he hadn't worn for a long time, Fusu walked to the altar in Shanwu County under the support of his personal guards and entourage.

The dress of the Qin royal family is naturally pure black.As the eldest son, Fusu, because there is no reward for the affairs of Jiuyuan County, the dress he is wearing now is actually second only to Qin Wangzheng's mianfu.

Not to mention the common people on the street, even the officials of Yanmen County need to kneel down when they see this dress, to express their respect for the heaven, the gods, and the king.

Guo Jia is a disciple of the Legalist school, but he has also learned the etiquette of worship, so he raised his voice to preside over the ceremony.

In fact, Fusu was originally a loyal believer of 'atheism', not to mention, the etiquette is cumbersome and takes a long time, if it is not for the people, Fusu would not bother to come to worship.

For the sake of popular support, Fusu still reported the names of each village on the bamboo slips to the 'gods', and then burned the bamboo slips to heaven.

All the exchanged livestock will also be killed at this time to sacrifice to the sky, praying that Yanmen County will usher in a good year this year.

All officials and common people knelt down, closed their eyes and prayed for the realization of their wishes.

Then there is the sacrifice of the meat to the heavens. This step is actually arranged by Fusu. Naturally, the fresh meat that has just been killed cannot be wasted.

Those who were already dead meat before, some were burned to sacrifice to the sky, and some were thrown into the mother river to sacrifice to the river. Yanmen County is also a border county where the mainstream of the Yellow River passes.

After doing all this, Fusu can clearly feel that the people of Yanmen County have become a lot happier. Superstitious, they may really think that after this step, Yanmen County will usher in a bumper year.

But the good harvest is never determined by heaven. Fusu also handed over the corn seeds distributed to Yanmen County to Bering County Sheriff in the past few days, and sent several farm disciples to help plant the corn.

Fusu made a detour to Yanmen County and the former Jiuyuan County was actually only separated by Yunzhong County, so Bering had naturally heard of this corn crop.

The son Fusu brought this high-yield crop, and Bering naturally arranged for county magistrates to assist the farm disciples and spread corn to all parts of Yanmen County.

The geographical environment of Yanmen County and Jiuyuan County are actually very similar, of course, the land of Jiuyuan County is more fertile.

After finishing all these tasks, Fusu still sent someone to renovate the interior of Bering's Sheriff's Mansion without using any luxurious ornaments, just changing the table and uniformly painting the inside of the earthen walls.

It seemed quite grand, Fusu also left some meat in the sheriff's mansion, and ordered the cook of the sheriff's mansion to cook for the sheriff and officials.If the county guard is unwilling, he can report the matter to the son through Cai Zi county supervisor.

Because Fusu really valued that Bering only had capable and honest sheriffs with balanced nutrition.

(End of this chapter)