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

But old lady Guo spoiled her two grandsons too much, so they grew up crooked.

But Grandma Guihua existed long before the Xie family rose to prominence.

He was willing to tighten his belt to support his granddaughter Xie Xiu to go to school.

Xie Ruguang pouted unhappily, "It's her..."

"If it weren't for Sister Xiu'er asking for leave to go to Yangzhou to look for Brother Xie Ling, I would have to walk around in front of her for eight hundred times."

"Not only does he not teach his children well, he also talks about others behind their backs all the time."

"While I envy the master's extraordinary intelligence, I also secretly hope that his great grandson Zhao Ergou can become more successful and surpass the master."

Xie Yuheng found it funny and just said, "If you are not envied, you are a mediocre person."

Humans are such strange animals.

When the gap is small, I envy you and fantasize about surpassing you one day.

Only when the gap becomes so big that it cannot be bridged in this lifetime, will one face the facts and learn to shut up.

What you need to do is to move forward, always move forward...

This is not only true between people, but also between countries.

Walk along the bluestone road in the village towards the Xie family’s old house.

From time to time, villagers came up to ask about his well-being.

Even the Fuso brothers Yamashita Otaro and Jiro were brought here and assimilated.

He also spoke fluent and standard Daliang Mandarin and came forward to say hello.

Xie Yuheng remained calm and asked the two how their life was in Qinghe Village.

Yamashiro Jiro, showing his big yellow teeth, said in a big voice: "Everything is fine, much better than when we were in Fuso."

"I have enough to eat and warm clothes to wear in winter. It's like living in heaven."

As he spoke, he suddenly paused.

He licked his lips and looked at Xie Yuheng with a hint of desire in his eyes.

"My brother and I are both over 30 years old and still haven't married. Can you, Lord?"

Before he could finish, Xie Yuheng turned to him with a cold and indifferent look.

Lingshan Xilang felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and his whole body was cold.

A small red-feathered sparrow also poked its head out from the pouch hanging around Xie Yuheng's waist and gestured to him.

'Chirp, chirp, chirp!'

"You guys still want to get married, why don't you go to heaven?"

"You guys are so beautiful. You poisoned the people of Yangzhou a few years ago. Do you think the birds and people have lost their memory..."

"You are so shameless and greedy. I will move your island away!"

The sounds of birdsong and fragrance of flowers are endless.

Even though the two Japanese pumpkin brothers could not understand bird language, they realized that they had said something wrong.

He immediately knelt down in front of Xie Yuheng and kowtowed for mercy.

Right now, Daliang is at war with Fuso in the east.

But they still need to take the antidote every once in a while...

Xie Yuheng pretended not to hear them and walked straight past them, explaining things to the Xie family members as he walked.

Meng Wanning, who was walking a little behind, liked her daughter more and more when she saw her high-spirited look.

Young men should have lofty ambitions and ride on fine horses to conquer the vast plains!

Of course, if her son Hengheng is tired, she and Tingjiang will always be Hengheng's support.

……

The next day, the golden rooster crowed at the dawn.

Some scholars who came to visit Xie's Academy got up early and planned to have breakfast at a restaurant in the village.

As a result, nine out of ten rooms are empty!

In the end, I found some like-minded people by the small bridge and talked with them, and finally I understood what was going on.

It turned out to be Marquis Jiangling who had returned home yesterday. He led the Xie clan members to the ancestral tomb of the Xie family to worship their ancestors early in the morning.

The scholar looked up and saw a group of people in white robes in the distant mountains, appearing and disappearing in the woods.

In the mountains, the Xie clan members, all dressed in white, were silent.

Only the sound of breathing and footsteps mixed together, appearing solemn and quiet.

More than ten years ago, the road leading to Xie’s ancestral tomb was a dirt road, which became muddy when it rained.

Today, a bluestone road is paved from the village all the way to the ancestral grave.

The green trees, red flowers and orange leaves on both sides complement each other, and there are butterflies playing on the branches.

Every few steps along the way, there are thatched pavilions for people to rest, which is as elegant as a paradise on earth.

When they reached the end of the road, Xie Tinghai and others put Xie Qian's tombstone back to its original place.

The tribesmen offered various fruits and meats, and inserted incense sticks taller than children into the ground in front of the grave.

The ashes of paper money swirled in the wind.

Xie Yuheng was dressed in a white dress as white as snow, holding a sacrificial text, standing at the front.

"It was the 21st day of the eighth month, the 14th year of the Yongping reign."

"In the year of Gengshen, the autumn breeze brings coolness, and the green and gold flow."

"We, with sincere respect and reverence, have prepared incense, candles, flowers and fruits to respectfully offer sacrifices to our ancestors."

"…The ancestors were generous and generous, and blessed their descendants. The 20th generation grandson, Xie Yuheng, respectfully presents this memorial to express gratitude and filial piety to his parents. I hope you will accept the memorial."

As Xie Yuheng's last words fell, the white-robed people in the forest, regardless of gender, age or status, came out.

They all bowed deeply, then knelt together and kowtowed three times.

The wind grew stronger, as if greeting future generations on behalf of the deceased, blowing across the faces of everyone present one by one.

After the ceremony, Xie Yuheng, with his slender hands like bamboo bones, placed the jade flute horizontally into the golden nanmu carved brocade box.

With a click, the brocade box closed completely.

Led by Xie Yuheng, everyone kowtowed once again and shouted in unison:

"We respectfully invite our ancestors to come to the capital in all their attire, to observe the changing circumstances, and to admire the prosperity and splendor—"

The sound was loud enough to resound through the sky and startle the birds in the forest.

Even the sleeping owl in the tree hole couldn't help but stick its head out to take a look, wondering what happened...

It was also at this time that the tourists who were watching the excitement found out.

Your Majesty, you actually allowed Xie Qian's clothes to be placed in the imperial mausoleum, and his tablet will be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple in the future.

What an honor, what a glory!

At one time, there were countless people who donated money to help the Xie family repair their ancestral hall and change their gates.

However, they were all rejected!

Our Xie family is rich and does not need support from others!

Returning to the village from the ancestral grave hill, all members of the Xie family hung white cloth in front of their doors.

The coffin was also placed in the ancestral hall, where visitors from all directions came to pay homage, creating a very lively atmosphere.

Xie Yuheng stood in front of the incense table and put the ancestral tablet back on it.

Compared to many years ago, when there were only surnames but no given names on the tablets, now all the words are engraved and no longer need to be covered up.

With the same respect as for ordinary deceased persons, Xie Qianzhi’s coffin, wrapped in his clothes and hat, remained in the ancestral hall for seven days.

Seven days go by in a blink of an eye.

Xie Yuheng brought his clansmen and two ignorant little bastards.

He then set out with the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the funeral procession, heading north.

However, because of the team returning north, there was one extra coffin.

It was not possible to transfer between trains and horse carriages like when returning south.

And when passing through towns, there will be people coming forward to watch and worship.

Even scholars from nearby and more distant places came over great distances to see Xie Shaobao off, but they walked very slowly.

When Xie Qian died unjustly, no one dared to mourn him openly.

Today, the mountains and rivers are in mourning, and everyone is praising the teacher's righteousness, which will be remembered forever.

All the literati and poets praise Your Majesty as a wise monarch who is good at judging right from wrong.