The fairy city of the market man

Chapter 148 147. Ancestral Hall
"Auntie, there are few worries in the relatives, and there are many troubles. When I was in Xuanniao City, I was still young, but I still remember that there are more than two thousand households of the same clan, and my parents go to weddings and funerals every month. , Birthday celebrations and other things, I can't afford to be idle."

Speaking of this clan brother, like Shang Chengjun, he is over fifty years old. As a human immortal, his appearance does not look old.

He is very eloquent, sitting at the table, he only flatters Shang San'er's wife.

Shang Chengjun, Shang San'er and A Chou respected each other, and said something: "When I go back, your family tree will be added to the genealogy, and a copy will be sent. You will know after reading it. Our clan, the palm-shaped bird has been around for thousands of years, and there were two ancestors of earth immortals. It is a pity that Ji Wujun of the Southern Jin Dynasty was strong in calculation and powerful. When the city was broken, he was dragged by his leaders, and the two ancestors failed take off."

Today, the fan holder has not returned to the house, and there are no other guests to accompany him. At this table, only Ah Chou, who does not get along with the merchant, is considered an outsider.

But before Shang Chengjun came, he had already found out that this ugly hunchbacked one of the two Earth Immortals in Green Willow City was one of them, and it was also related to the two new mountain gods of Dilong Mountain.

Hearing Ah Chou call Shang San'er "brother", they were even more joyful, they didn't dare to address him like that, "senior" kept on saying "Senior", and they toasted several times at the beginning of the banquet.

Ah Chou just responded indifferently, and after drinking the toast, he just ate the food quietly and let him talk, ignoring him at all.

If the left and right can't get close, Shang Chengjun and others will stop being boring.

Shang Ziyi, sitting next to Mrs. Shang, was the youngest, very sensible, and put all the delicacies from the banquet into Shi Gusao's bowl, the bowl was full, and asked Grandpa Shi to eat it.

In the tea house, the child had already kowtowed, and was called grandma according to his seniority. Mrs. Shang, who had wanted to hold her grandson for many years, also liked it, so she sat beside him when the banquet began.

"Zi Yi, you eat too!"

After giving the child two chopsticks, Mrs. Shang solemnly told her son: "If you know the names of the ancestors, please hurry up and ask someone to make a spirit card, and those who are connected with your father and your grandparents, grandpa and grandma, please enter the ancestral hall." placement."

The ancestral hall originally built in this mansion houses the spiritual seats of Zhou's ancestors. Shang San'er got the city lord's decree from his family's children, so he has to remember something, the mother and wife are not easy to deal with, and there are only three generations around her. There weren't many soul platoons, so I simply chose another house to place them, Zhou's ancestral hall, and locked it with a lock.

What the old lady meant was to ask the ancestors of the Zhou family to vacate the house.

Shang San'er nodded lightly, thinking that there was no one left to offer sacrifices, the Zhou family's spiritual seat should be taken out, but if the house was to be converted into his own ancestral hall, not only the door plaques and couplets had to be replaced, the doors and windows had to be repaired, but the interior had to be painted with whitewash at least once .

To make spirit cards, all you need is simple carpentry work, let alone Bao Zhengshan, you can do it yourself with carpenters.

He was thinking about something, and Mrs. Shang said to several guests: "Same origin, same family, my own family, if there is any embarrassment, don't be polite, just talk to my mother!"

The old lady suffered enough from the family's poverty. Shang San'er's father was seriously ill, and the family was heavily in debt. When he could no longer borrow money, he felt the deepest. She once wiped her tears and said that if she was in such a big family as the Cao family, she would never have ended up like this. general situation.

But these fellow clansmen have ulterior motives, these words are exactly what Shang San'er is most afraid of hearing.

Glancing at him, Shang Chengjun smiled: "Don't bother me, Auntie, I'm going to be honest. I want to go to the city, and I'm familiar with everyone. I'm not a famous person with a video, and I don't stay in one place for a long time. Those who live by offering rewards are not easy to chase."

Aunt Shang's eyes were red: "Oh, it's not easy to live without a fixed place and live in the open!"

Hearing her words, Shang Chengjun suddenly turned his head away.

The table was quiet for a while, and there was no sound. Mrs. Shang looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shang Chengjun wiped his eyes with his back, and when he turned his head, there were still some tears: "Auntie's words remind me of my own mother. If she is not killed, she will feel so distressed knowing that I will suffer!"

Sure enough, it made Mrs. Shang cry.

Shang San'er watched coldly, but didn't speak for now.

It was the eloquent elder brother who persuaded her to open up with a few words.

Shang Chengjun said again: "It's a great blessing for my aunt to cherish the juniors. I dare not ask for anything else, so please allow me to come and visit from time to time, so that I can wait to listen to the kindness."

Mrs. Shang was about to agree, but Shang San'er interjected: "No!"

Surprised by the aunt and nephew, they looked over together.

Shang San'er slowed down his voice: "Today is an exception. You don't want to renounce your enmity. Because of the friendship of the same clan, you are only allowed to enter the Green Willow once a year. No more than three people can enter the city, and you can't stay overnight."

This made Mrs. Shang furious, and Shang Ziyi beside her dropped her chopsticks and stood up angrily: "Don't eat, let's go!"

Shang Chengjun scolded: "Sit down, my lord speaks, how can it be your business?"

Mrs. Shang was also furious, pointed at her son, and said at the same time: "Why did the old woman give birth to you, a bastard who forgets his roots?"

Shang San'er smiled wryly at his old mother first: "Mother, when the guests leave, my son will be beaten and punished at will!"

And to Shang Ziyi who was standing: "Ziyi, if you want to talk about the ability to lift the table, you still need to learn more from your clan uncle, and you should also listen to what I have to say, and then worry about it!"

Turning around, I said to everyone at the banquet: "Because I am of the same family, I will say a few more words. I really don't mind caring about other people's heads!"

"If you talk about actual benefits, you will not forget the glory of Chengwu County and Xuanniao City, but you will have to rise up and rule the roost around the Southern Jin Dynasty. How many people in the clan really take advantage of it? Fill it with your life. Where is such a slim thing worthwhile?"

"In terms of revenge, you should wait for these old people to see their relatives die tragically when the city is destroyed, and never forget the hatred in their hearts. If I don't go this way, I haven't asked where his mother is, but if the two brothers of the Chengjun family died when they sought revenge from the Ji family, for this child, it is imperative to report it, and so on, Or it can be passed down from generation to generation, and the Ji family is not dead! Is it true that all children and grandchildren will be dragged into the enmity for you?"

"The last time I met Mr. Shi in Longya, he told me that there are more than a hundred surviving members of the same clan, and they dare not forget revenge, and the words 'dare not forget' are very well said! Those little low-ranking clansmen , if the Ji family is exempt from offering a reward, and can live a stable life and cultivate, how many people really don't want to follow the example of City Lord Xiaoqiu, and only want revenge?"

"After all, the blood relationship is there, and the friendship of the same clan must be remembered, but I, let me explain to you, those who don't want to go all the way to the dark, and can renounce their grudges, can come to Luliu. I am willing to go to Canggou City and wait for them personally." Plead for forgiveness from the Ji family! For the rest, Mo La will take care of my family, I am a narrow shouldered person, I just want to live freely, I can't take on big things, I can't afford to go through muddy waters!"

What he said came from the heart.

Let these fellow clansmen who are determined to revenge often come to the city, and let Ji know about it, and they will not say anything about it. They already occupy the word of the same clan, and if they get closer, when they ask each other for small things, will they agree?After being chased and killed by others, he fled to Luliu, should he be rescued or not?
After hearing these words, I thought that the members of the Shang clan who were forced to flee abroad should not forget their family vendetta. Even a child as young as Ziyi has already fallen into a dilemma. Even if he is as ruthless as Shi Gusou, he can't help but sigh softly.

The faces of the fellow clan members were uncertain, so Shang San'er ignored them, and only called Shang Ziyi who had not yet returned to his seat: "Little bastard, I don't know how pitiful it is to be hungry and full outside. After finally getting a good meal, I want to lose my temper, and I will wait until the five viscera gods are sacrificed first! If you leave my city, where will you eat?"

In fact, it was meant for the baby's father. After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shang Ziyi to respond, he raised his voice again: "Officer, bring another pair of chopsticks, and coax this young man by the way. If you can't get the noodles back, don't talk about it." You girls, go eat at the table!"

Shang Ziyi glared at him, then sat back to his original position, but his face was still angry.

The official came to change the chopsticks, and he took it, and then buried himself in chewing.

Shang Chengjun saw his son wolfing down his food, and his eyes got a little wet again.

After this commotion, the adults all followed Ah Chou's example, only eating and drinking, and never talking.

After the banquet was over, Shang San'er personally sent the party to the Protocol Department, parted, and confessed that he had to leave the city tomorrow morning and there was no need to resign.

It was also called Bao Zhengshan's family, and they took more sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for them, saying that they would save them for the road.

If you don't have time to gamble in the future, go back to the City Lord's Mansion first.

Shang San'er entered Taoqi Courtyard, seeing that his old lady just ignored her, he smiled and said, "It will be my mother's birthday in a few days, don't be angry with my son, if not, ask Mei'er to help you find the rolling pin and hammer it a few times." Let go of your hatred?"

Mrs. Shang glanced at him, and snorted coldly: "If I want to relieve my hatred, I can use the pleading thorn and a rolling pin to tickle you?"

Hearing the tone, Shang Saner breathed a sigh of relief, and then put on a bitter face: "It's too serious to ask for the crime. If my son doesn't get beaten, it's better not to eat!"

The gag made Mrs. Shang angry: "Get lost! I don't want to see you again!"

Poppier pretended to hold his fists together: "It's time to order!"

Turning to brows and blinking: "Make my old lady happy, I will love you tomorrow night!"

The big girl should not be, and it is not good to not be. When she blushed and didn't know how to answer, he asked again: "Mother, should the son roll out sideways or vertically?"

Seeing Mrs. Shang taking out the thorn, Fang shouted: "Understood, don't hit me!"

He ran away with his head in his arms, and went to gamble.

The thrush by the window hadn't fallen asleep yet, but was awakened by his last sound, fluttered its wings, and called, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"

It made Meier laugh out loud "puchi".

The big girl covered her mouth and asked, she was going to sleep, she went out and asked Feng Tang and the official to call for footwashing water, waited for them to unload their hair accessories, waited for the two to go out, put the latch on, then hugged their own pillows and went inside.

Mrs. Shang snorted: "It's hot! Isn't it comfortable to sleep at home? Crowded with my old lady again?"

Eyebrow greasy: "Didn't you squeeze you every day and let me stay overnight!"

Mrs. Shang imitated her son, stretched out her hand and pinched her face: "Little Hoof, how grown up are you, and you still only flirt? If you have strength, leave it to play in front of that bastard, don't show it in front of my old lady!"

Eyebrow stuck out her tongue: "Where is it?"

After pinching for a while, Mrs. Shang let go, moved her own pillow inside, undressed first and went to bed.

Mei'er blew out the light and lay down with her, after a while, she heard the sound of more noise from outside, Fang asked softly: "Are you really not annoyed?"

In the dark night, Mrs. Shang opened her eyes and rolled her eyes: "I'm not stupid! My fellow clansmen want to give alms, but we can't take advantage of our own size! Because of this, can you still get angry with your son?"

Meier was puzzled: "But I see, when you go back to the house, you are still a little bit unhappy."

Mrs. Shang sighed: "The son I raised at home used to be disgusted in every possible way, and I thought it was useless. I don't want to start a serious business. I am not ambiguous in major matters. When it comes to key points, I am more thoughtful than my mother. I feel bad!"

Hearing the reason, Meierla was covered with a quilt, and after a while, there were giggles from below.

Mrs. Shang laughed and scolded: "Stinky girl, dare to laugh at my old lady, I will tell you to do heavy work tomorrow!"

Eyebrows anxiously put aside the quilt again: "How can it be? I am thinking about myself. I have practiced for many years, and I have been called a stupid girl by the master, and I have no knowledge in major matters. Maybe it is a man's family, who has more foresight than a woman, so I can't say no." allow!"

Mrs. Shang nodded: "Seeing the facts, you still want to make troubles. What's the reason for that?"

Meier explained in a low voice for the old man: "Were you playful in the past, but this year is not very good? You have never touched a thorn!"

"It can't be said for sure, maybe one day it will fall into the hands of my old lady again!"

The next day, Shang San'er woke up and looked for his mother in the house where he put some spirit cards. She first babbled about her father's spirit cards. Seeing her, her expression and words were as usual, and there was no sign of anger, so she was relieved.

After breakfast, ask Meier to bring the key and open the Zhou family's ancestral house.

The door has been locked for nearly two years, and the inside is covered with dust and cobwebs.

To get rid of the eyebrows, look for brooms, rags, and buckets, and clean up alone.

After cleaning it up, Shang San'er knelt down, kowtowed, and said loudly: "Everyone from the Zhou family, the youngest Shang dare not forget the cause and effect of the city lord's decree, but if he is alive, he would not dare to burn paper money for the Zhou family every year." Forget. Right now the mansion has changed owners, one room does not live in two masters, today is an auspicious day, I would like to invite you all to move out, and go to bury with your own children and grandchildren, don’t blame the troubles!”

Then I ran to find six pieces of paper money and two sacks of rice. I burned the three pieces of paper first, and then took off the spirit cards one by one and put them all in the sacks.

The sack was thrown on the old dog's back, and the family carried a hoe and went out.

Outside the west city, beside the place where Zhou's family's remains were buried after a catastrophe, he dug another hole and put a sack of spirit cards in it.

Cover it with soil and burn the remaining three pieces of paper.

Come back and go to the public school.

Let the children read by themselves in the inner room, old man Dong was teaching Hongxiu how to practice, he was interrupted by his intrusion, a little unhappy, he heard that he asked to write a new door plaque and door couplet of the Shang family's ancestral hall, he said angrily: "Single calligraphy, calligraphy and painting Dianna Maji, the writing is even more impressive, go find him!"

No matter how well that guy writes, how can he be as respectable as a ninth-rank Confucian?Shang San'er disagreed: "That man, he looks more frivolous, and he thinks so. That's the ancestral hall, so I'll trouble you, a prudent one!"

Dong Ce shook his head: "Who dares to compare with you when it comes to frivolity and frivolity? Besides, my calligraphy is also precious, so I don't want to give it to others. Since I am ordered by others, don't bother me anymore!"

"Oh, so to speak, do you want to show you how frivolous Meng Lang is? One guest doesn't bother the two masters. Is it easy for us immortals to open our mouths? We have come to you. If the old man doesn't nod, he will make trouble for you." day, so that you will not be pure, believable?"

(End of this chapter)