At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The boys in the hall range from teenagers to thirties.

At this moment, they were all holding a brown coarse porcelain tea bowl. The bowl contained not tea, but wine.

Xie Yuheng looked at each person one by one, trying to write down the appearance of each person, and everyone responded with sincere and passionate gazes.

They are no longer the country bumpkins from the small mountain village eight years ago, and they also understand some of the factional disputes in the court.

Ahem... Even though I still don’t know much, I think I understand nine out of ten.

The young head of the family will become an official next year, although he will have Master Si as his teacher.

However, Mr. Ji Si has been away from Beijing for many years, and whether his remaining connections can be used is not yet discussed. After all, they are not his own family members of the Xie family.

The head of the family helped them get rich and escape poverty, so that they could have enough to eat and wear new clothes every year.

The elders in the clan have someone to rely on, and the young have someone to support them. Even if I go out and say my last name is Xie, I will be looked at a few times.

They... also want to do their part for the head of the family and the family.

"Everyone works hard on the road, and thousands of miles travel together with the same wind."

"Let's finish the wine in our hands. I hope you will still enjoy this time together in the coming year!" Xie Yuheng held the bowl in both hands, moved it forward, raised his head and drank it all.

"I am willing to put my sword down from my waist and kill Loulan——"

Everyone in the hall shouted in unison, bowed slightly to Xie Yuheng, and drank all the wine in one gulp.

The rich and mellow rice wine goes into the throat, sweet and sour, sour and spicy.

Xie Yuheng's little face suddenly wrinkled into a small bun. She watched her husband and father drinking with great relish.

Why does it taste so bad? Could it be that the wine is bad?

There was a muffled laugh beside him, and Xie Mingli handed over the water that had been prepared and handed it to Xie Yuheng.

"When I was young, I also secretly drank wine from your uncle's bowl, just like this. After drinking too much, I got used to it."

Xie Mingli said it calmly, but Xie Yuheng knew that his brother was not a drinker, and most of his drinking was for social occasions.

After drinking a glass of water, I felt that my throat felt much better. "Thank you, brother." Xie Yuheng said gratefully.

Xie Mingli was wearing a green robe with slanted collar and arrow sleeves, his sword eyebrows were slightly curved, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

He took the bamboo cup from her hand and watched as the young master continued to lecture.

The eldest brother of the Xie family's rare heroic appearance made the girls outside the ancestral hall who poked their heads in and peeked in blushed with embarrassment.

Wei Jiang Zhiyu's eyes always fell on the young man in red. She later learned that Marquis Jiangling had 'extorted money' just to help her get out of trouble.

Unfortunately, the current recruitment process only accepts men. Jiang Zhiyu clenched the wooden sword at his waist, secretly made a certain determination in his heart, turned around and left, and took a rest today to practice more!

She couldn't reach the godlike figure of Jianglinghou, so she wouldn't have any evil intentions.

I only wish that with the sword in my hands, I could kill all the unjust people in the world!

After the training, Xie Yuheng clapped his hands. Xie Ruxing took the embroidery hall students and distributed new clothes to every man who joined the army.

Each person is dressed in black attire, with a red bird embroidered on the right chest, with a hidden pattern of the word "thank you". Each person's name is sewn on the inner collar with white cloth.

He called the man outside the ancestral hall to watch, and he was a son whose surname was joining the army. He was very envious. Ye Chenglin touched his old father with his elbow and whispered: "Dad, why aren't you named Xie?"

Ye Lizheng glared at him, "You can be a grandfather now. You don't have a proper form. Believe it or not, I beat you to the point where you don't believe in evil."

Ye Chenglin curled his lips and went to mess with his eldest son Ye Jichuan, "Xiaochuan, a man's family shouldn't be too reserved. If you have a girl you like, you should be more proactive. Look at Er Mazi, the king of men, learn from it."

Ye Jichuan: "..." Looking up, Wang Ermazi was in the Xie family's ancestral hall, holding new clothes and smiling so hard that he couldn't even see his teeth.

"Hahaha, Uncle Cheng Lin, this is yours, everyone has it."

At some point, Xie Ruxing led people out from the other side. Hearing the conversation between Ye's grandfather and grandson, he laughed until his eyes were filled with crescent moons.

Ye Chenglin smiled awkwardly and took the clothes from the embroidery hall student. They were made of the same material.

However, the red bird was not embroidered on the chest. I spread it out on my body and tried it. It was just right. I couldn't help but be surprised.

Xie Ruxing had a proud smile on his face, "When the eldest sister was looking for sister Yuzhi, she met Uncle Cheng Lin. The eldest sister's eyes are rulers."

"What a wonderful woman!" There was a lot of discussion around her.

Although Xie Ruyue and her three sisters have no father or mother, they are no different from orphans.

However, she had a good fortune and became a disciple of the mother of the head of the Xie family. Now the sisters are living an increasingly prosperous life.

I heard that there are plans to open a Jinxiufang branch in Xiangyang!

After watching the little girl Xie Ruxing go away, Ye Chenglin was annoyed and secretly gave his wooden son a kick.

Ye Jichuan looked down at the footprints on his robe and sighed helplessly.

After all, he is a good person, even though he is the last person in the world...it's not like he is rushing to become a son-in-law.

Well, actually it’s not impossible.

Ye Jichuan pursed his lips and quietly clenched the hand in his sleeve. That man is like a cloud in the sky, and he is like clay on the ground.

Yi Ren has lofty ambitions, but he is just an ordinary person, so how can he reach such a high level?

......

After giving away the clothes, everyone inside and outside looked like the man was saying goodbye to his family. This sad scene made Xie Yuheng's eyes slightly hot.

Several people have fought in ancient times. After several years of development, Qinghe Village has become a large village. Today, there are more than 500 people joining the army, more than 400 of whom are men of the Xie family.

Xie Mingli saw his sister's sadness and suggested: "It's not too early, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Xie Yuheng nodded lightly, and the brother and sister quietly left the Xie family's ancestral temple, with Rong Shi following closely behind, holding a sword.

It does not disturb the conversation between the master and the two brothers, but it can also observe possible dangers.

"My daddy wants to be a great hero."

"My eldest brother is the same, haha ​​- beat away the Huns thieves -"

Walking south along the stream, children would play and run past the three of them from time to time.

They are still young and do not know that going to the battlefield without a sword or an eye will result in their death.

It's just because my father and brother have been extra gentle and pampered towards them lately. Occasionally I heard some adults talking, and I felt that my father and brother were the most powerful people in the world.

The walls are blue bricks, black tiles and white, and the tallow tree leaves are as red as fire.

Xie Yuheng stood at the fork in the road and sighed: "I don't know what happened to my second brother in Jiaozhou."

"The good news from Jiaozhou came a few days ago. Little lazy cat, did you get up too early today and forget it again?"

Xie Mingli joked loudly, reached out and picked a red leaf from the tree and put it in the little guy's hand.

Xie Yuheng turned the handle of the red leaf with his fingers, and said with a rare child's heart: "The eldest brother also said that it is a good news from Jiaozhou, and it is not from the second brother, so it does not count."

"It turns out that in my little Yuheng's heart, Mingcheng is the most important brother." Xie Mingli rubbed her head and deliberately interrupted.

Xie Yuheng's face was red, and he lowered his head and counted on his fingers: "They are all important. The eldest brother is important, and the second brother is also important. Mother is also important, and Queque is important..."

Xie Mingli found it strange to see his sister become increasingly childish in a rare way. Then he suddenly thought of something, leaned over and took a look, holding his forehead.