I was the richest man in Da Song

Chapter 80 ancestor worship
Seeing that Zhang Qixian didn't persuade He Shao or force him to do anything, He Anwen wanted to leave no matter what after living there for two days. How could he stay here all the time since his hometown in Jinyang was dozens of miles away.

He Shao tactfully told He Anwen that Jinyang City was gone. The old man was a little depressed after hearing this, with an unconcealable disappointment in his expression.

"Father, although Jinyang City is gone, Nanwa'ao is twenty or thirty miles away from Jinyang. May I ask someone to ask?"

He Anwen seemed to have grasped the last straw, and soon the appeasement envoy's government sent many people to look for Nanwaao.

Perhaps He Anwen's sincerity moved the heavens. In the afternoon, news came that Nanwa'ao had been found. If He Shao was not behind him, the old man would not be able to stop the old man's journey home even at night.

Looking at He Anwen's anxious look, He Shao can understand that only the home can make people travel through wind and rain, and catch up with the stars and the moon.

After all, He Anwen finally agreed to go again tomorrow, and He Anwen started kicking the door outside He Shao's room early the next morning before dawn.

"Wake up, all wake up"

He Anwen was the one person He Shao couldn't pay attention to and couldn't do anything about. He was his father, who not only couldn't get angry, but also kept a smile on his face.

When I opened the door and saw He Anwen, his eyeballs almost fell out, his hair was neatly tied up, and he was wearing a beautiful new dress that he bought a long time ago. Lao Ji said that it took more than ten or twenty pieces, and the old man was not willing to wear it when he was in the New Year. .

The only thing He Shao criticized was that the silk was embroidered with flowers everywhere, and even He Anwen had white autumn chrysanthemums stuck in his temples.

"Father, shouldn't it be a sad thing to go to the ancestral grave? How do I see how festive your clothes are?"

He Shao even suspected that He Anwen traveled thousands of miles just to show off in front of his dead parents.

"Fart, can't I see sadness now?"

Even dragging and dragging the dazed He Shao into the bullock cart, He Anwen's actions were very rough and even kicked He Shao's ass. complaining.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Zhang Qixian, because He Shao had a prejudice against the emperor, and Zhang Qixian seemed to have found a breakthrough after several attempts to persuade him to no avail.

Coincidentally, the people who explored the road outside came back and reported that Nanwa'ao was actually very close to Taiyuan Mansion, and there are still about a hundred families in Au.

As soon as he left the government office, Dou En was already waiting outside the door, and he got up early when he was ordered to come.

"He Anwen received the order"

He Anwen didn't realize what was going on, and hurriedly knelt down in front of Dou En after He Jing and He Shao explained.

"The He family was stable and stable in Kaifeng City. He was a powerful general of the Polu army when he was young. Now he returns to his hometown to offer sacrifices to his ancestors, 16 people, 16 people who made elegiac songs, and [-] artifacts. There are eight beds in total."

"Thank you Your Majesty"

Wealth and honor do not return home like brocade clothes walking at night. The He family is indeed rich but not noble. Now the emperor bestows a funeral ceremony, which is enough to give He An a face.

He Anwen's legs and feet are inconvenient, but he still insists on walking to the ancestral grave, and how slow he can walk, just to let everyone in Taiyuan Prefecture know that the He family is prosperous.

Only He Shao felt a little uncomfortable with the strange ancestor worship ceremony. The father and son of the He family walked in the front, and sixteen people behind them carried eight beds. On the beds were thirty artifacts bestowed by the emperor. Paper horse jade pottery figurines and so on.

What surprised He Shao the most was that there were sixteen handsome teenagers following behind him, dressed in filial piety clothes, singing dirges as they walked.

"The spirits move and shake, and the dragon's head turns to Cui Wei. The elegy is sung on the hub, how sad it is to be noisy. The floating clouds are contained, and the wind can't return. The deep fish lose their beams, and the birds fall down and fly. When thinking about his life, This curtain is Yanbinzhi. There are adjacent traces of the Bin steps, and I will not ascend to glory."

He Shao didn't know what the meaning of the song was, and it was the same whether it sounded good or not. All in all, there was no sadness in this elegy, but He Anwen showed his true feelings while walking and crying.

He Anwen cried and He Jing also cried, only He Shao was at a loss, no one discussed with him when he came, did he have such a thing?

Now during the autumn harvest, when there are many people in the fields, many people were attracted by the battle and surrounded, and some followed behind the team.

"Whose family does this belong to? It's really promising."

"No, the last time I saw this battle was the death of a first- and second-rank official in Taiyuan Mansion"

"Follow up and have a look"

After walking for a long time, I finally found Nanwa'ao, where there are still many people living in dilapidated houses and ragged folks.

Originally, He Anwen was just crying for the onlookers to watch, but when he saw this familiar place, all kinds of past events came to his mind. He Anwen could no longer control his emotions.

"Father... Mother..."

He Anwen shook off He Shao's supporting hand, and although he was a little lame, he used his fastest speed to reach the two graves under the old locust tree.

The dozens of clothes on He Anwen's body would usually be photographed for a long time with some dust, but now he threw himself directly on the tomb.

Perhaps it is the truest portrayal of the young and old leaving home and the old returning home, with the same local accent.

After leaving for more than 30 years, when he was a teenager, he fought so hard that he went to the north and south with the army, and later settled in Kaifeng City for his livelihood.

But no matter where it is, this old locust tree and the old grave under the tree will always travel thousands of miles, penetrate the iron armor and break into dreams. He Shao remembers that when he was a child, He Anwen always slept poorly, waking up from his dreams from time to time Even the pillows were wet.

He Shao heard a lot of past events intermittently from He Anwen, but in the end he couldn't avoid this place. Father is a good man, but also a poor man.

"Worshiping in the future for more than 30 years, my son is not filial, not filial"

Sad emotions will be contagious and spread. Although He Shao and He Jing are adopted by He Anwen, they can really feel the pain of being separated from each other at this moment.

He Jing's tears came as soon as he was young, but crying was a bit difficult for He Shao. The tears of adults are more precious than gold, and the tears are already spinning in the eye sockets after finally being emotionally warmed, and there is another burst of singing in his ears.

"WNM..."

He Anwen hugged the tomb and cried loudly, He Shao and He Jing knelt in front of the tomb, and Dou En also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and ordered people to place sacrificial incense candles in front of the tomb.

Those funeral rites and artifacts bestowed by the emperor were lost on both sides of the tomb one after another, making the originally desolate tomb look a lot more lively.

I don't know how long he cried. He Anwen's tears have dried up, but he can't even make a sound while lying on the edge of the tomb.

The emperor had seen many sacrifices to his ancestor Dou En every year and had good eyesight. Of course he knew what to do at this time. He walked to the tomb and pulled He Anwen, who was already weak,

"He Fengyu, you can't cry anymore, you will hurt yourself if you cry."

After several times of persuasion, He Anwen finally got up reluctantly, and brought He Shao and He Jing to kowtow and offer incense.

As soon as He Anwen kowtowed, those poor men also knelt down one after another. When He Anwen's father and mother were alive, they couldn't even eat, but now so many people kowtow to worship.

(End of this chapter)