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

As soon as Xie Mingcheng took a handful of pumpkin seeds from Wang Ermazi, his father grabbed the clothes at the back of his neck.

"Dad, my melon seeds, melon seeds." The melon seeds in his hand were scattered on the ground, and the little fat man quickly shouted in distress.

Seeing him acting like this, Xie Tinghai said angrily: "Fuck you, raise the clan flag for me."

The so-called clan flag is a piece of red triangular cloth with ruffles and a word "Thank you" sewn on a black strip of cloth.

In this regard, at the end of the previous dynasty, the court encouraged local families to confront the strict party in the DPRK.

The flags can be used by every household authorized to worship their ancestors. Although the previous dynasty died, the tradition of worshiping ancestors and using the clan flag was still preserved.

At the head of the group were the direct descendants of the Xie family, each holding a clan flag, but there were no more than five flags in total... It could be said that there was a lack of people. Since Xie Yuheng was too young, Meng held the flag for him.

Behind them were the Xie clan members carrying various kinds of sacrifices, and behind them were the side branches arranged by seniority.

When the auspicious time comes, gongs and drums are beaten, and firecrackers sound one after another.

Xie Tinghai led the tribe to the mountain where the Xie family's ancestral grave was, and the team was led far away.

Other villagers in the village who did not need to worship their ancestors went out to watch. No matter how many times they saw it, they still felt that the Xie family's scene was grand.

A strong man put his hands on the back of his head and said with envy: "My family came here to escape, and I don't even know if the ancestral graves of my Bai family are still there."

Mrs. Guo glanced sideways at the four grandsons and grandsons in the team, and said sourly: "Liu Guifeng married well, and even after the death of her son and daughter-in-law, she thanked her family for helping her.

I was so worried that I had so much money that I sent a girl to school with a movie. It’s not like I’m struggling to raise three children by myself, and I don’t have anyone to help me. "

The strong man was speechless and went into the house with a blank look at her. My sweet-scented osmanthus cake is not as good as hers at the shops in the county. If I don’t work hard, it’s because no one is helping me.

......

It rained heavily last night and the mountains are muddy today.

Although tribesmen went up the mountain to spread straw early in the morning, the soles of Xie Yuheng's shoes were still stained with a thick layer of mud, as if he were wearing platform shoes.

While the elders in the clan were still discussing who would recite the inscriptions for ancestor worship later, Xie Mingcheng took her aside to scrape the mud off the soles of her shoes.

Xie Yuheng raised his feet and scraped the soles of his shoes hard on the stone. When he got rich, he must use bluestone slabs from the village to his ancestral graves.

"They're so dirty. These are the new shoes my mother bought me just a few days ago." A voice came from across the weeds that were taller than Xie Mingcheng.

Xie Yuheng and his second brother looked at each other, and each of them opened a gap and started watching the show.

Not far away, Xie Qilin was squatting on the ground scraping the soles of his sister's shoes: "I told you not to wear new shoes a long time ago, but you must wear them."

Xie Fengjiao kicked his hand and said arrogantly: "It's up to you to take care of it. If you hadn't taken part in the imperial examination and failed to pass the exam, would I still have come to Shangougou to participate in ancestor worship?"

Xie Yuheng received a small handful of pumpkin seeds from his second brother and ate them with his hands. I always feel that my second brother has a special temperament, and there is absolutely no shortage of fun around him.

Xie Qilin had a dark face and wiped the mud off the back of his hands. The sinister eyes were fixed on Xie Fengjiao, and he said angrily: "Xie Fengjiao, don't think that I dare not hit you."

"You beat me, and you see if I tell my mother." Xie Fengjiao raised her little face, showing no fear at all.

At this moment, Xie Mingli came over to look for someone and saw two carrot heads squatting on the ground eating melon seeds... The boy was taller than the weeds, and he could see the situation on the opposite side directly over the weeds.

Xie Qilin also saw Xie Mingli, clenched his fists and left without saying a word.

Xie Mingcheng followed Xie Qilin's gaze and turned around. When he turned around and saw his elder brother behind him, he thought for a moment and handed the remaining melon seeds to Xie Mingli.

Xie Mingli glanced at him with a headache. This younger brother was getting fatter and he couldn't keep him anymore. The young man sighed and led Xiao Yuheng to the ancestral grave. The little fat man quickly followed suit.

......

"However, in the third year of Jingyuan, it is the thirtieth day of the twelfth lunar month. In the year of Guimao, all things are renewed. The 19th grandson Xietingjiang informed his ancestors..."

Xie Tingjiang was dressed in a green shirt, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, and he stood at the head of the Xie family holding three sticks of incense. Xie Tinghai was one step behind him, followed by the female members of the Xie family and the younger generation.

As the last word of Xie Tingjiang's ancestor worship poem fell, more than a thousand members of the Xie clan seemed to have rehearsed it thousands of times in a tacit understanding. He bowed neatly and deeply, took a step to the right, and landed on the ground with his right knee first.

Kneel down, kowtow, kowtow again, kowtow three times.

Xie Yuheng looked at the land in front of him, and something seemed to be planted in his heart, which was quickly taking root.

Our ancestor Xie Qian spent his whole life worrying about his country and forgetting about himself. He did not talk about his merits. His residence could only provide shelter from the wind and rain. When he got his salary, he went to help the poor people.

Such a person should be respected by people all over the world, not buried in the mountains and forests of Jiangling, with no one to worship except his own children.

The wind became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be some sand in my eyes.

......

The moon hung high in the sky, spreading its silvery brilliance over the village, and the windows of every house shone with warm candlelight.

Xie family.

The mellow Xie Mingcheng lay on the long and thin wooden bench, touching his bulging belly and savoring the sweetness of lychees.

The little fat man raised his eyes and looked at the 'divine bird', as if asking himself: "Do the gods in the sky also live like this?"

Zhuque stood on Xie Mingli's shoulder, tilted his head and replied: "Chi chi chi chi chi." No, the gods in the sky dig the earth with golden hoes.

Xie Yuheng smiled and curled his eyebrows, looking at the elders who were chatting, there seemed to be a warm sweetness in the air.

Well, I think it’s probably the same when staying at a fairy’s house, except that the house in the fairy’s house is made of gold.

At some point, Xie Yuheng fell asleep.

Xie Tingjiang sent her back to the room and covered her with a quilt. Then he put the New Year's money wrapped in red cloth under the pillow, and then walked out of the door quietly.

......

In a daze, Xie Yuheng saw an old man in a blue robe. He was stunned when he saw the old man's face. It was his ancestor Xie Qian.

"Sir." Xie Yuheng subconsciously used the honorific title of later generations, and saw the old man smiling and shaking his head gently: "That's not right."

After thinking about it, Xie Yuheng called out slightly hesitantly, "...ancestor?"

The old man and the young man were silent for a moment, but the old man was the first to break the silence and said kindly: "If you are confused, why don't you say anything."

The little baby thought for a moment and then said: "The Qi Dynasty will perish under you... in just a hundred years. Do you regret it?"

The old man looked forward firmly and raised his hand to touch his goatee. The voice seemed to come from the sky, "I have no regrets for the sake of the common people at that time."

Xie Yuheng woke up from his dream and sat up suddenly from the bed. Xie Mingcheng, who came to release the red seal early in the morning, was so frightened that he was shocked.

The little fat man breathed heavily into his chest, his face full of annoyance, and whispered: "Did I disturb you to sleep?"