Starting from the bright sword to engage in military industry

Chapter 1137 Chapter 1146, Ancestral Worship
"Pilots need to be cultivated by ourselves. We can't just rely on external forces, and we can't always expect to secretly get it from the fruit... ahem...you don't know about this? It's not what you said, you can buy it if you have money Did you bring a lot of good things, a box of cillin oil, and then some pilots from the fruit side came back."

"These people are still learning about the situation. They seem to be some very capable people, but they are not seen by the Guokui Air Force, and some of them are living aggrievedly over there. There are also some people from the ground staff. , These people are all treasures here, and they will be very useful in the future. Haha, although we don’t have any in the air force now, there are quite a few pilots. There are ghost pilots anyway, and some from Mao Xiong’s side need to be washed. The pilot, and a coach who is said to be very powerful, are also ours now!"

"As for the plane you mentioned...it's not about Michael and the family behind them...cough cough, these things are not something you should consider. You should get the arsenal done first!"

"The Crohn's Institute is at Sunjiaji, and there are training courses. If you have time, go to the lectures and study. You, don't always focus on guns, this thing is enough It's fine. You have said it yourself, the future direction of victory is the sky, the earth and the sea. After you do a good job in the arsenal, continue to improve yourself and strive to gain something in other areas!"

Minister Zhang stood up and patted Hu Changyi on the shoulder, then said with a smile, "Everyone expects you not to be the director of a small arsenal! You are still young, and there will be even greater burdens waiting for you in the future. We will all grow old, and the future career must be inherited by young people like you!"

"Are you young?" Hu Changyi enjoyed the care of Zhang Zhang's elders, and then couldn't help but recall the world in his mind.Those young people who used to be, one generation after another, put in the hard work and sweat of several generations, achieved what the older generation expected to do, and even continued to work hard.Of course, he didn't think he could bear anything in the future, after all, he wanted to go back.

Ridiculous to say, right?Hu Changyi didn't know why he had this idea, maybe some emotions were in it.

"Minister Zhang, I will work hard!" Putting aside some unnecessary emotions, Hu Changyi suddenly felt that this was not bad, as if he could get some good things out of the system.Perhaps the current industrial foundation of Eight Roads cannot be obtained, but it can be exchanged for things.Just use the technology that others have acquired by themselves in a year or two, and just exchange it with others in advance.

It is beneficial to do this, at least some of other people's research and development capabilities will be gradually destroyed by this method.Hu Changyi is not a good person to others.

After Minister Zhang finished his serious business, he told Hu Changyi about the affairs in Northwest Shanxi.According to Minister Zhang, the anti-mopping up in Northwest Shanxi is going well, and more than 2000 devils have been wiped out.

That's right, it's the Chinese New Year, and it's time for the ancestors to enjoy the incense and blood food offered by the descendants. This is a traditional custom, not a superstition.

People pay attention to returning fallen leaves to their roots, and this ancestor worship is to pay homage to one's own roots and to be grateful for the source of one's blood.

What is a seated household?That is, the family is local, not migrated from the big pagoda tree in Hongdong (private goods: my family is really a land household, with blacksmiths from generation to generation, but unfortunately the population has withered, and there are not many surnames).

Therefore, although Hu Changyi's family is regarded as a "seated household" in their local area, there is still no ancestral hall.Not to mention the ancestral hall, even the family tree can't be found.

To be honest, Hu Changyi has not participated in such ancestor worship activities several times in his two lifetimes combined, especially in the ancestral hall, even in his previous life.Well, as a northerner, especially in Shandong, from Liao to Jin, Song Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, until the War of Resistance Against Japan, we were invaded again and again by foreign races. into the dust of history.

However, Hu Changyi is respectful here, worshiping with great reverence and nostalgia.There is no other reason, the name of the Qi family army is worth worshiping again and again.

Hu Changyi is also in favor of this point, because he understands that the devil's troops are getting scarcer, and they have to fight on multiple fronts. Every soldier's life is very precious.Therefore, regardless of the gains and losses of a city or a place, it is so correct to look for fighter opportunities during the movement, concentrate our forces, and wipe out the enemy with vital strength.

People should not forget their roots, let alone their ancestors!The ancestors raised us, nurtured us, and educated us, and future generations should remember them and pay homage to them.

Because of the oldest generation and the oldest age, Mrs. Hu sat alone on one side of the altar in the ancestral hall, and no one could sit in a row with him.What he was holding in his hand was, of course, the pipe and pot that Hu Changyi used to honor the old man, and the old man rubbed it to the pulp.The old man sitting here is actually presiding over the various etiquettes of worship.

As a junior, Hu Changyi naturally stood behind the elders of the uncle's generation, and followed him to worship the ancestors of the Hu family.Here, there is no director of the Jiuzhai Arsenal, nor the captain of the Nine Detachment, only the third-generation grandchildren of the Hu family and Hu Yizhou.

In the ancestral hall of Hujia Village, the old man put on a long gown and a leather jacket over it. The bright copper pipes and pots were burning, and the curling green smoke rose from the ancestral hall, blending with the incense burns for offering sacrifices to ancestors.

More than 2000 troops might have been able to withstand the little devils in the past, but now, it is enough to hurt the devils in Northwest Shanxi.Maybe it won't be long before the devil retreats by himself.

After leaving Minister Zhang's side, Hu Changyi changed into ordinary clothes, not a camouflage military uniform, but a Chinese tunic suit.The Chinese tunic suit was given by Mrs. Hu, that is, the grandfather of his family who was included in the family. It was made by the sisters of the same clan.The reason why Hu Changyi changed into this suit was because today he was going to the ancestral hall of Hujia Village to worship his ancestors.

Of course, Hu Changyi didn't know the specific procedures of worship, so he just followed the same actions as his elders and peers, so that there would be no mistakes.

The ancestor worship lasted for more than two hours, which was mainly due to the long time for the old man to speak to the younger generation, recite the sacrificial words, and make offerings.Hu Changyi was very concerned about the sacrificial speech. He thought it would be a literary article that he could understand every word, but he couldn't understand it together, but the result surprised him.

"The ancestors are above, and the ancestors of the Qi family army are above. I am Hu Yizhou, a descendant of the Hu family, and I brought the unfilial descendants of the Hu family to worship the ancestors. It is Chinese New Year, let's tell the ancestors What we did this year also made our ancestors happy! Ancestors, this year our Hu family's sons and daughters are doing well, and the Japanese pirates we killed this year are all..."

That's right, it's all in the vernacular, and I just read the achievements of the soldiers who went out of Hujia Village, and who's younger, who was injured, who sacrificed, etc., are all in the vernacular.

(End of this chapter)