Your majesty is awesome

Chapter 560 Our father and son, each of us takes a piece of paper to express our feelings to our ancestors (one more)
"Mother, the ancestors and ancestors bless the child, and the child also feels that it is time to worship."

"But now that our family has Erlang, mother, it's better for you to take care of him and let the child go by himself."

Seeing Gao Zhang's obedient and filial appearance, and his thoughtful words, Huang's eyes moistened slightly, and he pinched Gao Zhang's delicate and tender face.

"Okay, you child, you know how to love your mother, but since you are worshiping your ancestors, your husband..."

Fortunately, Gao Qiu, who had regained his composure, nodded approvingly.

"What Zhang'er said is very true, my lady, you should take a good look at Gu Erlang, and go with Zhang'er as your husband."

Fang Baihua glanced at Xiao Langjun with some reluctance, and stayed to accompany the Huang family. After all, she hadn't officially married into the Gao family yet, so naturally she couldn't go to the ancestral hall to burn paper.

But the younger sister also secretly decided that one day, my aunt would also send carts of fragrant paper candles to the Gao family's ancestral hall.

The father and son stepped out of the room, and within two steps, they breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Then they looked at each other in unison and smiled knowingly.

However, as an elder, Gao Qiu, who felt that his behavior was inappropriate, couldn't help explaining.

"Zhang'er, you also know that Niangqin is very pious in offering sacrifices to ancestors, um... quite pious."

As a filial child, Gao Zhang certainly couldn't accuse his own father of being wrong, but he just followed suit.

"Of course the child knows that mother is not very good at expressing words, but is better at doing things silently."

The father and son just strolled to the courtyard where the ancestral hall was located without saying a word.

But Fukang, the housekeeper who had already received the news, had already sent someone to prepare the scented paper candles.

However, when Gao Zhang and his father Gao Qiu stepped up the steps, they saw the neatly stacked paper money under the eaves that must have a cubic volume.

The father and son both brushed their faces and changed their faces. This horse is about to burn out, so are you still going to sleep?
"Father, my son feels that it is too hard for mother to take care of Erlang alone. Father should go to accompany mother sooner. There is no need to burn these papers..."

"Yes, yes, Zhang'er, you are still young, and you can't even delay your rest because of worshiping your ancestors.

In this way, we, father and son, each take a piece of paper to make sense.

For the rest, you quickly pull back, don't get in the way of the old man. "

The steward who was in charge of taking care of the ancestral hall secretly curled his lips, always feeling that the attitude of the master and the son towards the ancestors was far less pious than his wife.

But I didn't dare to say it, so I could only quickly agree.

"You two, hurry up and help me, put all these things back into the car, and put them in the warehouse, so they don't get wet."

Seeing the servants and stewards busy there, Gao Zhang was stunned for a long time while copying a knife of paper money, and then asked his father in a low voice.

"Father, in our house, even these things have to be stuffed in the warehouse?"

"No, no, it's a big room that your mother ordered to clean up, and it's specially piled up with these fragrant paper candles for ancestor worship."

Speaking of this, Gao Qiu raised his face helplessly and looked at the starry night sky.

"In the past, if your mother wanted to burn some scented paper candles, she had to buy them on the spur of the moment. You might as well stay at home, um... Hurry up and go in."

Gao Zhang nodded silently, I understand, my mother is making stock, so as not to run out of stock at home when I come here.

Stepping into the ancestral halls, these ancestral halls have been remodeled before Gao Zhang left Bianliang, Tokyo.

The main reason is that Gao Zhang is a little worried that this unscrupulous hobby of his mother will easily affect the respiratory system, and the degree of PM2.5 exceeding the standard is definitely red to black.

So people remodeled this ancestral hall, and made a wide-mouthed flue at the back of the house, as well as on the left and right sides.

There are even a few rocker-type exhaust fans inside, as long as people step on the exhaust fans outside the ancestral hall when burning paper.

It is possible to suck all the billowing smoke in the ancestral hall into the flue, and discharge it into the sky through the flue.

At the beginning, Gao Qiu and Huang, who were parents, were not happy that Xiao Gao would tamper with their ancestral hall.

However, after his son was worried about his parents' health, he gave them a detailed science education to explain the pathogenicity of these thick smokes to people.

He even caught a few live chickens and rabbits, took a room to experiment, and finally persuaded his mother, Huang, who likes to do sacrificial activities.

After convincing my mother, it couldn't be easier to solve my father.

But now, the joss sticks were lit in the ancestral hall, and as soon as the money paper was burned, the foot started to bulge when it stepped on the exhaust fan.

The green smoke that was just slowly rising was sucked away in an instant.

Hmm... I have to say that technology and hard work are still very effective, but in the ancestral hall, after all, the smoky and ethereal spirit is missing.

Gao Zhang raised his head, looked at the glossy tablets of the ancestors, and silently told the ancestors that I have no choice but to sacrifice to the ancestors according to the traditional process.

Think about the later generations, all kinds of gadgets with sound and light effects, such as electronic candlesticks, electronic firecrackers, and some are actually cigarettes on the altar, mahjong, paper mobile phones, and even unscrupulous magazines.

Compared with this, Gao Zhang still felt that he had to appear more traditional. Anyway, he was really burning paper and kowtow.

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After the father and son bowed reverently to their ancestors in unison there.

He began to burn the paper thread slowly, and there was no rush for this thing, just as Gao Qiu was full of things and wanted to have a good chat with his son.

"Zhang'er, at such a young age, you are already a member of the third rank of the imperial court. Many people have worked hard all their lives, and I am afraid that they will not reach your position."

Another piece of paper money was thrown into the brazier, and with the flickering of the fire, it complemented the candlelight in the ancestral hall.

"Zhang'er, you must also know that from Emperor Shenzong to Emperor Zhezong to the current official family, it has become an obsession to restore the old land and pacify Xixia..."

Gao Zhang burned the paper money quietly, listening to his father's gentle and generous voice ringing in his ears.

"And you are in the south of the Yangtze River, one person and one rider, and you put down the chaos of the Zhu family in the south of the Yangtze River that shocked the world, and not only made all the civil and military officials in the court look at you with admiration."

"The officials have extremely high expectations of you."

"...Father, isn't it too exaggerated for one person to ride?"

Gao Zhang couldn't help reminding his father in a low voice, that's someone else's bragging, but I wrote a letter to tell you the truth.

Hearing Gao Zhang's words, Gao Qiu turned his head, looked at his own son with a resentful expression, and couldn't help smiling.

"It's okay, being a father naturally understands the truth, but I still feel that one person and one rider can put down the chaos of the Zhu family in the south of the Yangtze River, which is more in line with the praise and praise of the world for my son."

"..."

　My whole body hurts today, it’s a little bit better, there are two more updates, I’m writing

　　
　
(End of this chapter)