Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Because it is the Qingming ancestor worship, today's lunch is vegetarian.

The cooks in the mansion were of average skill, so Xie Zhijun didn't ask to bring them. He just hired a master chef from Taixing Wanbao Building, and simply prepared a table of noodles.

Wei Cang was full of praise for the meal.

"If you want to talk about plain noodles, they are still delicious from Wanbaolou. They are all clear soups with little water, but they are full of flavor."

Indeed, Wanbaolou's plain noodles are a must.

The smooth and chewy noodles are wrapped in a clear and sweet vegetable soup, and the mouth is full of fragrance. The aroma of wheat mixed with the aroma of vegetables is the original beauty of food.

Everyone loves this plain noodle, so Xie Zhiyun smiled and said, "If father thinks it's delicious, I'll ask the cook to ask the teacher and learn a simple recipe to cook at home."

Wei Cang said: "Okay, remember to pay homage to the master."

Xie Zhiyun pursed her lips and smiled.

Yu Hanzhao kept eating noodles with a blank face, and he didn't say a word during the period. Ji Xiuxiu rolled her eyes while listening, and just added a sentence.

Under this kind of kinship, the relationship between families is closer, and people have more chances to survive.

Xie Zhijun stretched out his hand, and gently stroked that stroke.

"Father, the sesame pot helmet prepared by the eldest sister-in-law is also delicious. My daughter-in-law loves to eat it soon. How about calling a white case master from home when I go back?"

"It's okay, it won't be so bumpy when two people are close together."

Both sides are parents and ancestors, and both sides are relatives.

Xie Zhiyun had just eaten, and she was a little sleepy. She originally slept lightly on the back of the carriage seat, but this time she slept very comfortably.

Xie Zhijun and Wei Ji offered the sacrifices they brought, burnt incense and saluted again.

Cui Ji's health is not good, and he has been married for many years, so he will not go home to worship the ancestors. He is planning to go back to Su Guogong's mansion for a simple worship, but the three daughters-in-law need to bring their husbands home to worship the ancestors.

——The wife of Xie Yuan, the fifth generation patriarch of the Xie clan, and the tomb of Yingshu of the Xiao clan in Longyou.

"Pressing you?"

He didn't know what kind of person his mother was, he didn't know what she looked like, and he didn't even remember whether he had called his mother or not.

Wei Ji suddenly said: "Whoever has a place of origin must have a place of return."

He is not an old-fashioned patriarch, and he said immediately after hearing the words: "Okay."

Then he straightened up, looked at the tombstone and said word by word: "Mother, I will be by Niannian's side in the future, and I will never leave it in this life."

The people lying in it once existed, but now they can never come back.

After each got into the carriage, Wei Ji and Xie Zhiyun drove to Langhuan.

The ancestral graves are guarded and cleaned every day, so they are very clean and tidy.

Wei Ji smiled, and he also squinted for a while, now he was refreshed.

The tombstone is very wide, only one side is written, and the other side is empty.

Xie Zhiyun hurriedly sat up, took the handkerchief and wiped her face, feeling a little embarrassed.

The family had a lively meal, and then got into their own carriages.

"Ask your mother about this later, and then," Wei Cang stroked his neatly trimmed beard, "and the food at home isn't delicious?"

"Xie Zhiyun, the sixth generation daughter of the Xie family, and her husband, Wei Ji of the Wei family, worshiped their ancestors. They only use Zhongping elegant etiquette, pass down poems and books, and never forget the ancestors' precepts."

But whenever he knelt here, he felt extremely sad and sad.

"Sister, some clan elders are still here and want to see brother-in-law."

She led the two of them to worship their grandparents and mother first.

Wei Ji followed Xie Zhijun's words, and the two of them burned incense and saluted again before they came to Xie Zhijun's mother's tombstone.

Cigarettes are curling up, some smile like flowers, some have tears in their eyelashes, all kinds of people.

"I hated this tombstone very much at that time. I felt that it prevented me from seeing my mother. It separated life and death." Xie Zhijun's eyes were flushed, but he did not shed tears. "Now I feel that it is very important."

It seems that Ji Xiuxiu also has some complaints about the cooks in the mansion.

But when the carriage stopped, she found herself lying on Wei Ji's chest, no wonder she didn't feel any bumps along the way.

Xie Zhijun led the Wei Ji to burn incense, saluted, repeated the prayers that had been said for more than ten years, and then quietly looked at the words on the tombstone.

After many years of war in the Central Plains, some men in some families have died long ago, and their livelihoods are all supported by women. Therefore, most of the women who marry out now return to their mother's family to worship their ancestors after worshiping their ancestors in their husband's family.

Xie Zhijun glanced back at Wei Ji, and couldn't help but smile: "Little Grandpa, I wish you good luck."

Unexpectedly, I waited here.

Everyone looked at her together and thought to themselves: It's still the elder sister-in-law who can speak.

Taixing was relatively close to Langhuan, and after about half an hour, the carriage stopped in front of Xie's ancestral grave.

He bent down and kowtowed three times to the clean tomb.

Xie Zhijun knew his family's rules, and the new son-in-law would always be tested by the school.

Xie Zhiyun looked at Wei Ji, and Wei Ji's eyes fell on the stone tablet, with unwavering firmness in his eyes.

No matter how exquisite Ji Xiuxiu was, she was speechless at the moment.

Xie Zhijun then smiled and said: "Father, it's not bad, it's just that there are fewer tricks, and eating all day is a bit monotonous. Different people can make different food with the same ingredients, and it can also make the family eat better."

There was a sudden silence on the table.

Xie's ancestral grave is on a hill next to his farm, with running water in front and hills in the back, it is a treasure land with excellent geomantic omen.

"Do not worry."

Xie Zhiyun and Wei Ji said: "When I came to worship when I was a child, I thought the tombstone was very tall, and I was so small kneeling in front of the tombstone."

Xie Zhixing had been waiting here for Xie Zhiyun, and when he saw that sister was coming, he rushed forward to meet her.

Because the mother's name is engraved on it, which is the proof of her existence.

Xie Zhixing knelt on the other side of him, obviously he had worshiped once just now, but his eyes were still red secretly.

When they arrived, Xie's worship had already ended, and women married out one after another took their husbands and children home and worshiped in front of the tombs of each family.

However, people in the mansion must be strictly monitored and cannot be hired at will, so Ji Xiuxiu only asked the nurse she brought to teach the cook, which made the kitchen better.

Seeing that one or two daughters-in-law are so concerned about the kitchen, Wei Cang is also a little surprised.

My mother has passed away for thirteen years, and the handwriting on the tombstone is somewhat mottled, revealing the traces of time.

It's just that Wei Ji is the young master of Duke Su's mansion, a well-known young general, and the clan elders let him go when he returned from the Three Dynasties.

The tears in Xie Zhiyun's eyes fell unexpectedly.

She suddenly remembered that Wei Ji said the same thing in Taixing Wei's ancestral grave this morning, in front of Wei Ji's mother's grave.

He said: "Mother, this is Xie's Zhiyun, the son's wife. From now on, the son will come with her to worship his mother, and he will not be absent every year."

I will never leave this life, and I will not be absent every year.

There is no love story more beautiful than this in the world.