Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

The fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is the Ghost Festival.

Also known as Ghost Festival.

It is commonly known as the Mid-Autumn Festival, and some areas also celebrate July 14th as the Ancestor Worship Festival.

People worship their ancestors on this day.

Release river lanterns to worship the dead souls and to help those who died unjustly to be reborn in the underworld.

Burn paper ingots, light incense and burn yellow paper on the roadside.

Let those lonely ghosts who have no family to worship eat and drink on this day, take the money and go on their way. Don't stay in the world and harm the innocent.

Worship the God of Land and ask him to keep the area safe.

Burn incense and worship at the City God Temple. Let the God of Justice in the underworld judge the dead souls fairly and justly and punish the evil demons and monsters.

To maintain justice and peace on earth.

The old customs of China that have been passed down for thousands of years have been preserved to this day.

never changed.

Whether it is feudal superstition or for the sake of psychological comfort.

On this day, people will light incense sticks at intersections or doorways.

Some people also buy door gods and generals and stick them on the door.

Some old ladies would even burn yellow paper at crossroads.

The moat of the old city was filled with densely packed small paper boats.

at dusk.

Li Zihang came back a little late today.

There were people lighting incense and burning paper along the way.

Just as I arrived at the entrance of the alley at No. 40 Courtyard, I saw the third uncle pasting door gods at the door.

Brush the paste on the paper on the back of the door god.

Then stick it on the door.

After the third uncle finished pasting the door gods, he looked at the remaining paste in the bowl.

Use your finger to stir the paste in the bowl.

Then he put it in his mouth and took a sip.

He had just finished sucking his fingers and turned around to see Li Zihang next to him.

At this moment, the two of them stared at each other, the atmosphere was awkward and there was no way to change it.

The third uncle was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

It’s like in later generations, someone smoking on the street.

I just lit a cigarette and haven’t even taken two puffs yet.

The cigarette fell to the ground, and then he picked it up and took a puff.

If you meet an acquaintance, the awkward scene will be exactly the same as what is happening to the uncle now.

Li Zihang would never do anything like insulting others or hitting them in the face.

"Hey~ Uncle, you're putting up door gods."

Li Zihang pushed the cart and glanced at the door god at the door.

In order to ease the embarrassment of the third uncle.

Then he said.

"Uncle San, you are indeed a people's teacher. You have a high level of ideological awareness."

“Every grain of rice on your plate is the product of hard work.”

"I really should learn from you."

The word "learning" has not yet been fully discussed.

Shazhu is back too.

Just said it without thinking.

"Learn the calculations of the stingy old uncle?"

"Our Third Uncle, that belongs to the teapot."

Li Zihang didn't understand this sentence and asked Shazhu in confusion.

"Brother Zhuzi, what do you mean by this?"

Sha Zhu grinned and said happily.

"Putting Yuanxiao in a teapot only goes in but not out"

Question and answer between Li Zihang and Sha Zhu.

This made the third uncle angry and embarrassed.

He pointed at Shazhu and started scolding him.

Li Zihang didn't mean it in the first place.

I accidentally cooperated with Shazhu.

This would make the third uncle angry and embarrassed.

Come forward quickly and say good words for free.

This calmed the Third Uncle's heart.

Everyone went back to their homes and put away their bicycles.

Then, I heard my grandmother's angry voice as she was helping Gu Sijie with his homework in the small living room.

Gu Sijie has settled down in the Li family.

Naturally, he was arranged to go to school, but he was in the third grade.

The school is also the primary school that Li Zihang attended before.

Same school as Yu Shui.

The Li Zihang brothers and Yu Shui were both born in 45.

In a few months, Xiao Yushui will be graduating from elementary school.

Due to some reasons, Li Sijie couldn't keep up with his studies and could only go to the third grade.

It has been more than a month, and my grandmother has been helping him with his homework gently and softly since the beginning.

Gradually, I felt a little disappointed with him, and finally I yelled at him loudly.

All of this happened step by step.

No wonder grandma couldn’t stand it.

A 100-word essay diary.

Li Sijie wished he could write for two hours.

Li Sijie is a war god who is good at all subjects.

In mathematics, he could just flip through the book, look at it a few times, and figure it out on his own and still get 70 points.

My Chinese grades were simply terrible.

At this moment, only the grandmother's low voice could be heard, trying to sound as gentle as possible.

"Where's the horse? Xiaojie, tell me where the horse is?"

After saying that, he pointed to the diary he wrote in the homework book.

Li Zihang also walked in curiously at this time.

He was pretending to be someone nearby, as if he was just passing by unintentionally.

Only then did I realize that the title of the composition was "My Mother".

I don't know how long it took him to write.

There are only three lines of words on the composition paper.

The word "mom" is written flying.

The character "女" is on one side, and the character "马" is nowhere to be seen.

Li Sijie, opened his big eyes.

He looked up at his grandma innocently.

Then he carefully stretched out his finger and pointed at the previous line of words.

"Grandma, the horse is here."

When Li Zihang saw where he was pointing, he almost burst out laughing.

The "Ma" in the word "Ma" is written under the "Cao" in the previous line.

There are two radicals in one character, and the difference between them is as wide as a finger.

At this moment, grandma slapped her forehead.

He took a deep breath and said.

"Has your horse gone to graze?"

As soon as grandma said this, Li Zihang couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud.

This laugh caused trouble. He was dragged by his grandmother to serve as a soldier. He helped Li Sijie with his homework.

Now Li Zihang couldn't laugh anymore.

With a bitter face, he sat next to his brother.

Teach Li Sijie how to write step by step.

Grandma saw the two brothers having so much fun together.

The angry heart finally calmed down.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Some people enjoy a happy family, while others worry about the trivialities of life.

Under the same sky, with thousands of lights on, different things are happening.

Dangshan, Cross Valley.

This time, the Li family sounded the drum to gather their troops.

Xuanyuan clan, a young man who looked to be only thirty years old came.

But in fact, no one knows how old he is.

Qilin bloodline, Zhang family.

This time, Zhang Rishan brought two people to fight in the gathering drum.

Someone from the Feng family also came this time.

This person is half human and half ghost, and the skin on the exposed part of his face is loose and sagging.

It looks like he never sees the sun all day.

The eye sockets are deeply sunken.

There's not much fat on his face.

This time, the Xuanwu bloodline still did not appear in the human world.

Continue to keep them mysterious.

The Li family's team leader this time was actually the fifteenth ancestor.

There were two young men following behind him.

But looking at their appearance, you can tell that they are not people to be trifled with.

His eyes looked like he hadn't slept for days.

His eyes were bloodshot and his look was sharp.

When you look into someone's eyes, you feel very nervous.

The four major tomb-robbing factions that came this time include: Faqiu Tianguan and Zhang family.

The tomb raider, Yang Fang, Hu Guohua.

Among the Taoist monks who move mountains, only Partridge Whistle came.

No one from the Xiangling faction came this time.

This is a top-notch operation in the industry.

We don't need too many low-level staff. Too many people would be a burden.

This time, one person each came from the five clans: the Xuanmen Yao family, the Hongmen Liu family, the Qingmen Shen family, the Huangmen Huang family, and the Baimen Xu family.

This time, the Li family sounded the call to gather the top tomb-robbing sects of the era together.

Plus the ordinary masters of the Li family.

A total of 42 people gathered.

The sky gradually darkened.

It was a moonlit night with clouds blocking out the moonlight.

The wind at the top of the valley made everyone's clothes flutter back and forth.

The wind is rustling, the bamboo shadows are rustling, and the trees are standing in the clusters.

The calls of monkeys and the howls of wolves echoed among the mountains and fields.

From time to time, a few nighthawks flew across the sky.

The sounds of birds and insects also came from the surrounding grass.

Everyone was worried about this operation.

Before this operation, they had already received information about the cemetery from the Li family.

The contents of the information made their scalps tingle.

Even though they are famous and experienced in the tomb-robbing world.

But I still can't help but worry about this action.

It’s just that King Wu’s Seven Star Tomb is too terrifying.

The content of the information is too dangerous.

Without any words, everyone made their own preparations.

Put on a whale skin protective suit and a gas mask.

Carry a specially made oxygen multi-functional backpack.

Wear special leather shoes with steel plates.

Install a half pulley on the arm and shoot the climbing rope.

The remaining masters of the Li family are also assembling high-tech.

Among them is a small sonar radar and a small diesel generator next to it.

Two people also assembled the high-tech infrared night vision device.

Every member of the Li family carried a walkie-talkie, which was unique to this period. That is, an intercom.

The fifteenth ancestor, dressed as a special forces soldier.

Standing in front of the rope and wooden plank bridge that was set up a few days ago.

This rope plank bridge spans the Cross Valley and is one kilometer wide.

Standing behind the Fifteenth Patriarch were people who had already changed into their equipment.

Everyone had discussed the matter of visiting the tomb a few days ago.

Everyone was now fully prepared and ready to go.

No one would joke about his own life.

Everyone was fully armed, except for a few people.

The rest of the people carried long guns and short guns on their backs.

Grenades, detonators, flashlights, flamethrowers, mining lamps.

It has everything you need and is armed to the teeth.

More than forty people, with serious expressions, stood neatly in two rows behind the Fifteenth Patriarch.

Wait quietly for the fifteenth ancestor to give orders.

The Fifteenth Patriarch turned his back to the crowd, looked down at the Cross Valley and said.

"I repeat, this time when I go to the tomb, I will not touch gold or silver, I will only look for demons."

"Once you discover a human demon, inform everyone immediately."

"At the fifth watch, when the cock crows and the sun rises, all come out to fight."

"Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk."

At this time, the Fifteenth Patriarch was standing at the bridge head.

Looking at the moonlight obscured by dark clouds in the sky.

He held the compass in his left hand and kept calculating between the index fingers of his right hand.

Muttering to himself.

"To search for dragons and see the aura, first separate the gold. Do not move forward until the clouds and mists clear.

No grass or trees grow, blocking the dragon's path; the true traces of the master can be seen hidden in the waist of the peak.

The branch mountains must end at the main mountain, and here the real dragon will fly with its wings folded.

Wait patiently for the clouds to clear and the moon to appear, and you will find the real cave here.

Suddenly, a ray of moonlight shone directly into the dense forest in the Cross Valley.

The Fifteenth Patriarch immediately shouted for action.

More than twenty people walked in an orderly and fast manner on the wooden planks of the rope bridge.

The rope plank bridge was swaying from side to side due to the wind blowing across the valley. It looked extremely dangerous.

Anyone who can take part in this operation is an expert.

This slight shaking has no effect on them.

Everyone moved towards the moonlight, the closest position.

We have made every possible effort in this operation.

Through various materials, Feng Shui secrets, and the techniques of dividing meridians and determining the acupoints.

The entrance to King Wu's tomb was calculated in advance.

And that beam of moonlight is just one of the guides.

Ghost Festival is the time when the gates of hell open wide.

This is also the time when the entrance to King Wu's tomb is the safest. It is also the only time of the year when the entrance to the tomb can be opened.

For this operation, the Li family spent all kinds of manpower and material resources, just waiting for the Ghost Festival.

Explore the tomb of King Wu and search for the human demon.

Everyone fastened the rope buckles directly.

Hang yourself on the rope bridge in the style of a special forces helicopter rappelling.

Divided into three rows, they grabbed the ropes and quickly descended to the bottom of the valley, which was a hundred meters deep.