Rebirth of the backing and eating mountains

Time passed quickly, and it was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye.When An Rubao first came to this world, he had a simple understanding of this world.Knowing that the country where Qingshan Village is located is Jingguo, the country has just been established, and it is the stage of recuperating and working hard to govern.Light corvee and light taxes, encourage farming, and the people's lives are relatively stable and affluent.In Jingguo, the twelfth lunar month is one of the most important months of the year, because in addition to being the last month of the year, the first day of the twelfth lunar month is the traditional ancestor worship day for Jingguo people.

No matter in which time and space, which dynasty, people always have an indelible affection for their ancestors.The same goes for the people of Qingshan Village.On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, all the elders surnamed An in the village, regardless of age, gather in the ancestral hall to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony.Brother is not qualified for this, at most they can only take a look at the entrance of the ancestral hall.And people like Song Chu's family whose surname is not An can't even go to the entrance of the ancestral hall.

This was the first time An Xuan and An Rubao participated in the ancestor worship ceremony of the An family, and they took it very seriously.Early in the morning, Qin Feng and Song Chu found out the most formal clothes for them.An Xuan wore a brown-black cloak, and inside was an indigo brocade cotton gown, made of auspicious brocade with silver borders, it was usually worn when receiving guests and going out, it was decent and luxurious.An Rubao was young, and he was wearing a crescent white brocade cotton gown with gold trim, which was also Ruijin, and covered with a black cloak, which made him look even more handsome. The two of them went out neatly dressed.

The ancestral hall is located in the westernmost part of Beicun, separated from the people in the village.The area of ​​this ancestral hall in the village is estimated by An Rubao to be the size of a football field in his previous life, with two front and back entrances, blue tiles and white walls, very solemn and solemn.It's just that the wall surface is a little peeling off, and it looks like it has been there for some years.The tall gate tower stands in the middle, with a plaque hanging on it, with the words "An's Ancestral Hall" in a big letter.

It wasn't too late for them to arrive, but there were already many people waiting at the gate of the ancestral hall.There are more than 300 people, big and small, in the village, including infants, who are all going to the ancestral hall to worship ancestors today.Everyone wore the most formal clothes and came in groups of three or four, and soon filled the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

An Rubao looked left and right in the crowd, and soon saw the village chief An Ruxi approaching, followed by An Licheng, and his little grandson An Feng was held in his arms by his father, covering him tightly, Only a pair of big eyes were exposed outside, and it was whirling around. It was very clever and cute, and it didn't look like it was sick at all.

An Rubao couldn't help but stepped forward, pinching his face while teasing him: "Do you remember me?" An Feng stared at An Rubao for a long time with his big eyes, and hid his head in the into Father's arms.An Rubao laughed out loud, and was about to tease him a few more times when he suddenly felt a chill all over his body.He frowned, straightened up, looked around, and saw a man in his twenties in the crowd, holding a cane, supported by a middle-aged man standing not far away, looking at him.The faces of both of them were very unfriendly, especially the young father, who was full of fierceness. He didn't dodge when he saw him looking over, and looked at him with fierce eyes as if he wanted to kill someone.

Anxuan's family had just arrived and had little contact with other people in the village.Although the business failed, after all, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the life in the village is not bad.There are those who are envious and jealous, but logically no one should harbor such strong malice.An Rubao was wondering, when he suddenly heard An Licheng say in his ear: "That young man is An Chun, and the one next to him is his father. He is limping, and he must hate your little husband in his heart." He is a rascal, you have to be more careful about him." An Rubao nodded slightly, not showing his face, and said in his heart: "So this person is that An Chun? Sure enough, he has grown up. A face that needs to be beaten." However, An Rubao rubbed his chin, thinking that there is such a potential danger by his side, it is indeed unsettling, and he must find a way to cure this person and let him know how powerful he is.But this is a matter of the future, just a few people came over to block the sight of An Chun and his father, An Rubao no longer cared about it.

At the end of the hour, it was almost time for people to come.The old patriarch stood in front of the crowd and shouted: "The ancestor worship begins."The thick gate of the ancestral hall was slowly opened from the inside, and all the people present stood in line and followed the patriarch into the gate of the ancestral hall.

After entering the ancestral hall, bypassing the huge screen facing the gate is the gatehouse.Passing through the gatehouse, you can see a courtyard. The courtyard is square and there are no weeds. It is more spacious than it looks from the outside.There is a huge incense burner near the entrance of the main house in the courtyard. In front of the incense burner is a long table with three animal sacrifices and various tributes placed on it.The censer was facing the entrance of the main room of the ancestral hall. The square door was opened. In the middle of the room was the memorial tablet of An's ancestors. The censer and tributes were also placed in front of the tablet.

The patriarch led everyone to stand in front of the incense burner in the courtyard, and someone beside him handed over a long stick of incense.The patriarch bowed slightly, held the incense above his head with both hands, and said in his mouth: "My ancestor at the beginning, the descendant of Zerun, my generation of clansmen, have never dared to forget your gratitude. Glory to the ancestors and Rongzong, there is nothing good. This is the day of worship, the eight generations of the An family Sun Antai, led the descendants of An's family, to offer sacrifices to our ancestors, and hope that our ancestors will protect our descendants of An's family, and pass it down from generation to generation, so that we can live in peace forever. Please enjoy." After reading, he bowed three times, went forward and inserted the incense into the incense burner, and then Go back to the original position, shout "Bai!", and kowtow first.

The others followed him and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times to the ancestral tablet.Then, the patriarch knelt down and reported to the ancestors all the major events that happened in the village this year, without missing a single one.After the report was completed, there was another round of prostration.

After the unified worship, several branches of the An family in the village went into the main house one after another to bow down and offer incense to their ancestors.There are five main branches of An's branch in Qingshan Village, with different sizes.An Wanyi's lineage is not too large, and the person in charge is An Fuyi, the white-haired old man who spoke for the beginning of the Song Dynasty and was called the fifth uncle by An Mingxi.Under his leadership, the members of the branch performed three kowtows and nine prostrations.After the branch obeisance, there is a series of tedious and tedious procedures after that, kneeling and kowtowing are indispensable.An Rubao was very devout in the crowd, no matter kneeling, kowtowing or worshiping, he didn't dare to be perfunctory at all.In his previous life, he always sneered at these so-called feudal superstitions.But since he came here, he has grown a little more in awe of strange powers and chaotic gods.He thought that he had changed inside, and he might not be able to hide it from An's ancestors.He can't go back. Now he has a father, a mother, a wife and a family. He doesn't want much, he just wants to live a stable and ordinary life with his family and early Song Dynasty.He hoped that the ancestors of the An family would not blame him for taking the bodies of the descendants of the An family.At the same time, he swore in his heart to An's ancestor that he would live on for the real An Rubao and take good care of his family.

It was already half past noon when the patriarch announced that the ancestor worship was over.After kneeling for nearly two hours, everyone looked tired.When An Rubao followed An Xuan out of the gate of the ancestral hall, he saw Song Chu standing in a corner not far away, waving to him.

Seeing Song Chu's smiling face, An Rubao calmed down after being anxious for a long time.He smiled slightly at Song Chu.He almost couldn't wait to walk quickly towards Song Chu.His heart and eyes were all about his little husband, until he walked in front of him.Only then did I realize that there was still a child standing beside Song Chu.The child was thinner and smaller than the early Song Dynasty, wearing a thick mink fur coat, and under a thick mink fur hat was a small face the size of a palm, with slender eyebrows, big eyes, a small nose and a small mouth. delicate and pretty.Just looking closely, there seems to be a trace of foolishness between the eyebrows and eyes, and the eyes are constantly looking in the direction of the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Song Chu sized him up and asked Song Chu, "This is it?"

Before Song Chu could answer, his eyes lit up suddenly, with a big smile on his face, he was waving his hands vigorously at a certain place, and at the same time rushed over, shouting "Hua, Hua... "

An Rubao and Song Chu looked in the direction he was running, and saw a young man standing not far from them, with no expression on his face.But when the little brother was about to bump into him, he stretched out his hand and gently grabbed him, took advantage of the situation, and lifted him up again, holding him tightly in his arms.The child chuckled, put his arms around the grandfather's neck, and buried his head on his shoulder.

The surrounding villagers who hadn't left yet saw the tomb with different expressions on their faces.Some were surprised, some were contemptuous, some were mocking, and some whispered and pointed, but that person didn't care at all, didn't give those people a look, and strode away with the person in his arms.

Song Chu grew up in the village since he was a child. Although his family didn't welcome him, the villagers still recognized him.He recognized this father, and couldn't help whispering in An Rubao's ear: "That father is An Hua." After finishing speaking, he and An Rubao looked at each other.

In this world, the birth rate of brothers is generally lower than that of fathers.Especially in Jingguo, the ratio of brother to father is seriously out of balance. Those who have brothers in the family, regardless of whether they are rich or poor, are well-raised.Because of the low status of the adoptive husband, no family would be willing to give their younger brother to be a foster husband unless they really couldn't survive.Therefore, although there is a talk about foster husbands, the number is very small.

Apart from the half of the foster husband at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, there was only one foster husband in Qingshan Village, named An Hua.

As far as An Hua is concerned, he can be considered a legend in the village.His father and aunt left early, but they left him a little family property, and with the help of relatives and friends in the village, he grew up smoothly.It’s just that Anhua is not a quiet person. When he was 15 years old, he resolutely sold the field left to him by his parents, took the money and went to Yuxing City to find ways to make money.Everyone in the village said he was a prodigal at that time, and even his relatives and friends were disappointed and cut off contact with him.Even this did not stop his determination to venture out.After all, he was young, so he really suffered a bit at first.Fortunately, not long after, he ran into a caravan traveling south and joined the team.He started as a buddy and learned by doing. After two years of following, he tried to resell goods by himself, and gradually he really made his name.In the past few years, he has not only bought back the fields that he had sold before, but also bought dozens of acres of land one after another, and rented them out to the villagers for farming. He has become a wealthy household in the village.

Although it is dangerous to run a business and spend less time at home, but because of Anhua's family property, brothers from the village and outside the village who are willing to give it to him are also flocking to him.Proposers often go to his house, but seeing that he has been an adult for two years, he is still not sure about it.Some people said that he went out to run a business and had seen the big world. He was afraid that his heart would be lost, and he would not care about these country people.These words are somewhat sour, but they also have a certain truth, and once made some brothers who had a soft spot for him very sad.Who wants to.Before these people gave up completely, this spring, An Hua, who came back from running a business, suddenly brought back a little brother, who he even claimed to be his little husband.At this moment, the pot exploded in the village.

Is there any brother who is a normal servant who was raised at home by the Lang Guan when he was a minor?After a long time, rumors began to spread in the village that Anhua bought a foster husband from outside to keep him at home.Judging from the scene just now, that child should be the little husband he brought back.Just looking at the two getting along, what the adoptive husband said is still open to discussion.

Of course, this is someone else's business after all, An Rubao and Song Chu didn't struggle with it.They looked at each other with a smile, held hands, and happily walked home under the gaze of others.

Although he grew up in the village at the beginning of the Song Dynasty, because his surname was not An, in the past, on the day of ancestor worship, he mostly stayed at home, followed his father and mother to burn some paper money in a certain direction, and just kowtowed a few times, even near the ancestral hall. Never been there.Now that he has been sent to An's house and has the qualifications to go to the ancestral hall, he naturally wants to take a look.

Originally, An Ling was also dragged here by him, but he was dragged away by An Ren who left the ancestral hall first.He didn't want to mix with other brothers alone, so he hid in a corner, but he met that little brother there.

Song Chu told An Rubao all these things in their entirety along the way. An Rubao walked, listening to his cheerful narration, a warm current flowed slowly in his heart, and he felt that the sky was big, and the person next to him was him. The best reason to exist in this world.