My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 1
It was midsummer, there was no cloud in the sky, the lush mountains and forests were slightly scorched, and the towering city walls were frighteningly hot under the fierce sunlight.

Withered yellow leaves swirled and drifted across a street in Ding'an County, before being trampled under the feet of hurried pedestrians.

This long street was much bleaker than before. The waiter at the door of the inn yawned and looked vaguely at the sparsely populated streets; the man with his family looked around, looking panicked; the old man pushing a wheelbarrow toward the street The people on the side asked for a sip of water, wiping the sweat from their foreheads and cursing God. The green forest hawk holding a knife, gun, sword and halberd squatted in the shadow of the corner, silently watching the passers-by.

In the panic atmosphere, on the second floor of the restaurant, there were also businessmen traveling from north to south to stop and drink, or literati and elegant guests with a little money in their pockets shook their paper fans and talked about the current situation.

"It hasn't rained in two months."

"I don't know how long the drought will last... I heard from my nephew who often runs out that several states in Yan State have been affected by the disaster. If it goes on for a long time, it may trigger civil unrest."

"In addition to the civil uprising, other countries are also worrying. I heard that the Wei State has stationed [-] troops on the south bank of the Hun River. I wonder if our Ding'an City, which is located near Youyan Mountain, will be affected... What are those guys doing?! "

The scholar who spoke stood up with a closed paper fan and looked downstairs at the street. Several libertines were entangled and laughing around a stout woman. He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared: "The world is not peaceful. These people are doing this in broad daylight." Bullying men and dominating women!”

"Hey, who is that person?" my friend asked, pointing behind the group of libertines.

The scribe looked in the direction he was pointing and frowned: "It's the third son of Ding'an Marquis, Su Chen..."

Behind the group of libertines, there was a master and a servant coming out of Zuihua Tower, their shadows lengthened by the scorching sun. Behind them was an older guard with a rough appearance, holding a long sword with a black handle.

The young man in front is wearing a golden flower robe with sleeves. He has a handsome appearance and bright eyes. He has an emerald green double phoenix and yang pendant hanging on his waist. He has a hair crown on his head and a small red pom-pom swaying slightly. He held his hands behind the people in front and looked up and down.

"Hey, it's broad daylight, what are you doing?"

Several people turned around, and their original expressions of "Who the hell has lived enough?" suddenly collapsed when they saw the appearance of the young man in front of them, and immediately returned to their flattering smiles.

"It turns out it's you, Third Young Master. What orders do you have?"

Su Chen glanced at these cats and dogs, smiled, and then said lightly: "Get out."

"okay."

Several libertines quickly nodded and bowed, raised their buttocks, put their heads on the ground, rolled forward and rolled twice on the ground, then got up and ran away in a mess.

The woman who escaped from the entanglement gratefully thanked the young master Fu Li in front of her.

"I would like to thank the young master for rescuing the siege..."

"Sister-in-law, don't go out on the streets these days if you have nothing to do." Su Chen yawned, looked at the dazzling sun, and asked the woman to leave quickly.

The woman's expression returned. She was so frightened that she almost burst into tears. She thanked her again, raised her skirt slightly and started running.

Su Chen looked at the back of the woman who was running away and lowered his voice: "Go back and say hello to the gangs in the city. If there is any chaos in the city, I will pluck their skins."

His tone was indifferent, completely different from his harmless demeanor, as if he was holding all those shady gutter rats in the city in his hands.

At this time, as Su Chen finished speaking, a progress bar appeared in his mind, and he pushed forward a little to fill up the progress bar.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Finally enough.

He was not a person of this world. When he woke up, he became a seven-year-old boy in the palace of the Marquis of Ding'an City. There was a gap in his heart. Fortunately, this family also had the surname Su, so he didn't need to use his original name.

Speaking of the Hou Mansion, the ancestor of the Su family was a meritorious official of Conglong in the Yan Kingdom, with the official title of General of the Hussars, the title of Marquis of Ding'an, a settlement of 38 households, and jurisdiction over six counties and [-] counties.

But hereditary neglect.

However, in the generation of Su Chen's father Su Congfang, only Ding'an County and two small counties were left, with less than [-] soldiers under his command.

Since Su Chen came here, dragging his seven-year-old body and leaning on the wall of the study room on a stool, he looked at the Kanyu map over and over again. It was not the Yan Kingdom of the Murong family that he knew, but a country that he had never heard of. The Beigong clan's topography and landforms are also very different from the original land. The five kingdoms of Liang, Qi, Yue, Wu, Wei, east, west and south, plus the Yan Kingdom where they are located, there are six kingdoms side by side.

To the west of Youyan Mountain, there is the Beirong tribe, and further to the west, I heard that there is a huge inland sea.

There are everything that should be in this world, and his knowledge is basically useless. Only poems and songs are similar, but stealing other people's poems makes him disdainful.

As for the position of Marquis, he didn't want to fight for it. This position would be inherited by the legitimate son in the future. Even if the eldest brother was inappropriate, there was still a second brother, which had nothing to do with him as the youngest.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the end of the street.

The guard who had been silent until now stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Third Young Master, it is the Colonel who is under the command of the Marquis."

This is the personal bodyguard that his father arranged for him a few years ago. His name is Thirteen. He is only at the seventh level, which is comparable to Su Chen’s martial arts. He is also a good helper. I heard from Thirteen that anyone who goes beyond fifth level will be able to cultivate. To develop unique secret techniques, first-class masters of the first and second grades may have three or four secret techniques. Above the first grade, there are also great master realms. People in this realm are almost rare. Among the six countries, one of the masters has a unique secret technique. Can count

There was a slight earthquake on the ground. Su Chen looked away from the woman's retreating figure and saw several knights in armor riding over. The leading knight had already seen the two of them. He let out a "soo", turned over and dismounted, and met The subordinates who dismounted behind him all raised their hands.

"Third Young Master, please return home."

Su Chen also thought about going back quickly and emptying the newly filled merit bar. He waved to the cavalrymen who were half-kneeling and saluting, and then snapped his fingers to the guards behind him: "Thirteen, let's go home."

As he said that, he put his hands behind his head and led the scruffy-looking guards back home along the street. Occasionally he caught a glimpse of the Green Forest Knight in the corner, and his eyes coldly moved to the corner of his eyes: "Look at it!"

The scolded Jianghu people pursed their lips and lowered their heads. This third young master was well-known in Ding'an County. He was neither a playboy nor a prodigal, but the biggest idler in the Hou Mansion. He had a bad temper and would do nothing all day long. Wandering around the city, he was a frequent visitor to the brothel.

What's more, there are several fierce soldiers leading horses behind the opponent. Even though their martial arts are good, they are still a bit underwhelming in front of the army.

The Hou Mansion is located in the north of the city, with a typical north-south layout. The eaves of the palace gate are supported by four large red stone pillars. Two stone lions crouch on the left and right pressing the stone balls. The three doors of the palace open at the same time are densely packed with copper rivets. The four soldiers guarding the gate of the palace lowered their heads when they saw the figure returning on foot.

"Congratulations to welcome the Third Young Master back home."

The figure crossed the threshold in the middle, passed directly through the servants of the Hou Mansion kneeling on both sides, and turned to the atrium. He went back to the courtyard to deal with some matters before meeting his father in the front yard.

The stone bridge in the atrium connects the south wing. The small river below is diverted by the river in the city and crosses half of the back house. The stone bridge is four steps wide and narrow and is carved from white rock. There are 24 sections in total, which symbolizes the 24 solar terms of the year. The connected corridor The fences on both sides are hollow and carved, and outside are pavilions, waterside pavilions, and flowerbeds with potted plants.

After summer, bees and butterflies are flying around, which is really beautiful.

"Third Young Master, this is what you want."

In the south wing of the back house, before entering the Crescent Gate, there was a boy standing at the door, holding a spiritual tablet in his hands and looking around uneasily.

The inscription on the tablet reads: The spiritual tablet of Duke Cao Cao.

"You look like your dead father. Give it to Thirteen, and then go to the accounting room to receive the reward." Su Chen spoke casually, but never treated his servants harshly. The boy was used to hearing this, and he handed over his hand with a face full of joy. He handed this spiritual throne to Thirteen and ran out of the Crescent Gate quickly.

"Third Young Master, why are they different? How many do we have to provide?"

Thirteen, who received the spiritual throne, frowned and followed behind. He arrived at the specially built ancestral hall by familiar means. Before he even entered, he could smell the scent of incense and candles. Beside the tribute table, there were Taoist priests chanting sutras. This was Su Chen. He specially brought fifty warriors from Qingfengguan outside the city to invite the Taoist priest to his home.

That time, Ding'an Hou Su Congfang chased Su Chen all over the courtyard with a knife for an hour.

"Here, put it in the middle."

Su Chen handed the spiritual tablet to the Taoist priest who rolled his eyes, knelt down on the futon, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully.Then he straightened up and looked forward. Each spiritual tablet was engraved with different names, arranged from top to bottom, densely packed in a fan shape. "Su Chen, a descendant of China, has offered incense to all our ancestors. I hope you will bless me!"

Su Chen knelt on the futon and bowed respectfully, holding the incense.

For ten years, he was afraid that he would forget where he came from, so he would recall things that only he knew every day. As time went by, he would write them down on paper. After he finished writing, he would start writing history again. Two years ago, he simply wrote down what he knew. The emperor's name was engraved on the memorial tablet and placed in the ancestral hall. Three sticks of incense were offered to him every day. Since he was an ancient Chinese, it was no problem to pay homage to him as his ancestor.

In fact, there is another reason for establishing a spiritual position.

Others have benefits from time travel, but he has been here for ten years, let alone the system, and has never even seen a golden finger.

Simply, he made one for himself, what if it really works?
And then...it really works.

Not long after he repaired the place and put up the memorial tablet, he began to have the same, bizarre dreams over and over again, and a merit bar appeared in his mind.

After trying several times, he found that as long as he managed the people's livelihood, his life would increase a little.

In the past two years, he had privately relied on his status as the Third Young Master to rectify the various gangs in the city. Through these small measures, he was able to fill up the merit bar of [-] yuan for the first time today.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Su Chen stared at the full altar table, and the merit bar in his mind was cleared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But nothing happened.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Su Chen frowned slightly.

……

"Third Young Master, it's time to go to the Marquis's place."

Thirteen silently counted the time and interrupted Su Chen's thoughts from behind. Su Chen nodded, waited and looked again, stood up and snapped his fingers: "Taoist Master, take good care of my ancestors."

The Taoist priest glanced at him silently.

Soon, Su Chen led Shi San back to the front yard and walked up to the eaves of the front hall. Su Congfang, the Marquis who was talking to several city officials over there, glanced at his youngest son who came in, and then gave a few instructions, After he waved away several officials, he turned his head to look at Su Chen who was doing nothing, feeling very angry.

Thinking of Madam's instructions, he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Come and sit down."

"Dad, I haven't been messing around recently. I just saved a woman outside."

If someone outside had dared to speak like this to him, Su Chen would have asked the evil guards to come forward and give him a beating. However, facing his father, he restrained his temper a lot and was seven or eight seats away.

"I asked you to come back because there has been some unrest in Ding'an City recently. The drought has become more severe. Many victims have gathered here. There are also many unfamiliar faces in the city."

Su Congfang was quite troubled by the little son in front of her, so she didn't go around in circles and spoke directly.

"My father wants you to do something with your two brothers. Don't hang out with those people of different religions and religions all day long and make your mother worry."

He was also a little helpless. He remembered that when Su Chen was seven years old, he was honest and hard-working. After he got seriously ill, his temper changed. He would be seventeen this year. He still idled around all day long, caused trouble everywhere, and was let down several times. Su Congfang had the idea of ​​stuffing him back into her mother's womb.

"Dad, the eldest brother and the second brother are very powerful, so I won't cause any trouble."

Su Chen took the tea and took a sip with a smile. He was not as respectful and afraid of his father as his eldest and second brothers.

But there are many who deserve respect.

"Dad, I'll go first!"

He was thinking about the progress bar, so he stood up and quickly crossed the threshold and ran away.

Su Congfang was so angry that she slapped the table several times. When she saw her son, she didn't even look back. She sat back down in frustration and said, "My wings are really stiff. Even slapping the table has no effect."

……

The sun gradually moved across the sky as time went by, and gradually set in the west. Occasionally, a few crisp bird songs could be heard in the yard. When the wind picked up, the old trees in the yard swayed their branches and leaves.

The annoying chirping of cicadas gradually subsided.

The wind blew through the window lattice and lifted the spread pages of the book. Su Chen waited at the table until dark, but nothing happened.

The breeze blew on his face, his eyelids drooped, and he fell asleep on the table in a daze.

The dream I had had reappeared.

Su Chen seemed to feel that he was falling, falling into the abyss. The smoke curled around him, hazy, showing the golden palace, and he could vaguely see many figures standing in front of the palace.

Countless eyes fell on him.

In his ears, there was a rustling sound, like countless people whispering.

"I have been a beggar and a monk... I have never seen you so useless!" "I ascended the throne at the age of nine, and I swore to kill the traitors of the country... It is a pity that I returned without success several times..."

"I appreciate your kindness...but please ask me to help you, and I will definitely respond!"

……

Su Chen was suddenly startled. He woke up from his desk. It was a misty morning outside, and the candles that had been lit all night were lingering in the smoke.

He exhales.

"It's this dream again."

The candlelight on the table was swaying, and the night wind that squeezed through the cracks in the window blew on his face. Su Chen suddenly looked up and saw a figure standing outside the window. Before he could call someone, it was like a wisp of smoke floating towards the door.

Su Chen opened his eyes wide, and his eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw the wooden bolt on the door leaf moving little by little, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Then, the door squeaked slowly open.

A skinny hand reached through the gap.

"what!"

Su Chen opened his eyes again, stood up from the table, sweated profusely, and looked at the bright room. He subconsciously looked at the window lattice. It was already early in the morning, and the door was tightly closed.

dream within a dream...

Hit a ghost?
Suddenly he felt that there was something in his hand. He opened it and saw that it was a small black iron sign with a single word written in seal script: Blessings.

Su Chen frowned slightly.

"I don't remember this thing... I wish... who is this person?"

(End of this chapter)