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Chapter 322 New Year

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xiahe Village held its first village New Year celebration in history. All the villagers, young and old, gathered together to celebrate the reunion of the whole village.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and that’s when each family will celebrate their own New Year.

This first time happened because of the establishment of the village ancestral hall. And with this beginning, on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month of every year in the future, more than a hundred families in Xiahe Village will celebrate the New Year together.

This will also become a tradition of Xiahe Village, passed down from generation to generation and lasting forever.

All the women in the village joined in the cooking, bringing out their big pots and stoves from their homes, and set them up in the open space next to the Qinghe workshop, steaming vegetables, stewing chicken, and steaming fish.
The men carried the sacrificial offerings prepared by each family into the village ancestral temple to hold a grand sacrifice, kneeling to read the imperial edict, and offering sacrifices to the ancestors.

Of course, there is also the only woman here, Pomegranate.

If other women entered the ancestral hall, the men would definitely be shocked, but when Shi Liu entered the ancestral hall, no one said a word.

Among the crowd of men, Shi Liu was particularly eye-catching. He stood in a row with the village head and the two clan leaders of the Li and Sun families, kneeling, standing up, kneeling, and standing up.

She straightened her back, and when she knelt down, she had a majestic air that made people unable to help but look at her sideways.

Pomegranate didn't know what others were thinking at this time, she only knew what she was thinking.

She had been here for more than ten years. In the first ten years, she had seen and felt with her own eyes the harshness and strictness of the clan.

Whether it is the annual winter sacrifice or the opening of the ancestral hall to report to the ancestors, women are never allowed to get close to the ancestral hall, let alone enter it.

Because of this, men are the ones who make the final decision in every family.

Today, she was able to get the old-fashioned Chief Li and others to allow her to enter the village shrine. One day, other women would definitely be able to enter the village shrine.

If you can enter the village shrine, you can enter the clan shrine.

Step by step, the status of women in Xiahe Village was always improved.

The clan rules cannot arbitrarily decide the life and death of women in the clan, nor can they arbitrarily decide to divorce anyone they want.

Women can also enter the ancestral temple to kneel down and worship, instead of just looking on from afar.

The same goes for visiting graves and everything else.

Shi Liu never thought that he could change the whole world. Anyway, it would be great if he could change his village.

After the sacrifice at the village temple, tables and benches were moved out from each household, and placed next to each other. Everyone brought their own bowls and chopsticks, and sat at tables of eight.

Bowl after bowl of dishes were served, including chicken, duck, fish and meat, which was very rich. The men had plenty of wine and drinks on the table, and they drank and ate meat in big bowls, which was really enjoyable!
The women also specially brewed rice wine, drinking half a bowl or a bowl of it, which would not make them drunk but would liven up the atmosphere.

Village Chief Liu held a bowl in his hand and spoke with a rosy face, talking about the changes in Xiahe Village today, the imperial edict, the emperor's great grace, and the prosperous life of every household in the village. He hoped that the future would be better and better, and that there would be more scholars in the village.

I hope that everyone in the village can work together as one, help each other, and be as close as a family - and work together to make Xiahe Village more prosperous and beautiful.

Everyone raised their glasses and said "good" in unison. Let's unite as one and things will get better and better!

The reunion dinner started in the afternoon and lasted until dark. Lanterns were hung in a row. The men, whose cheeks were red from drinking and whose speech was slurred, were still pulling each other and refusing to leave until they were drunk.

The young men from each family carried their grandfathers, fathers and brothers who were too drunk to walk home, and the diligent women quickly cleaned up the dishes and the table.

Two years ago, it would be extremely rare to have unfinished dishes. Who would have leftovers after a banquet?

But now, there is still a lot left. Of course, we can't waste it when we are well off.

The women were picking up and taking some home. At this time, someone noticed a figure swaying beside the stone bridge.

The brave woman took the lantern and went over to take a look, and saw a man in tattered clothes squatting there.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you coming to our village?"

The man didn't reply, and Fan behind him couldn't help but say, "He looks like a homeless vagrant. Give him something to eat."

The women were all soft-hearted, as there just happened to be some leftovers from the banquet. It was a very cold day, and the man was homeless, so he was a pitiful person.

Then a woman hurriedly brought a bowl full of food and food and said, "Here, eat quickly and leave after you eat. Do you hear me?"

The homeless man smelled the aroma of food, and took the bowl like a hungry wolf without even bothering to use chopsticks, and directly grabbed the rice and put it into his mouth.

When the women saw him like this, they knew he had been hungry for a long time, so they shook their heads and went back to clean up the dishes.

I don't know how long it took, but when the women finished cleaning up the place and looked over here again, they only saw an empty bowl on the ground, and the homeless man was gone.

The woman didn't think much about it and just thought that the man had filled his stomach and left.

The cold wind was howling in the night, so cold that it stung people. The women who had packed up went back to their homes, and the banks of Qing River became dark.

The next day was New Year's Eve. Early in the morning, Li Rongsongjiang and others from the old house went to the east end of the village.

Li Jifu, Huang, Jiang and others who lived nearby came to Shiliu's house.

Just like last year, they celebrated New Year's Eve this year with Shi Liu and her family. After all, Old Man Li and Old Mrs. Yuan were both here, so it was as it should be.

The only difference from last year is that there is one less Li Xiangli, and one more Bao, the wife of the third room Li Rongwu.

The two elders are raised by the second house, so the other three houses don't have to take care of them. However, during the holidays, the third house has to give a lot of filial piety, including to their grandson Li Rongsong.

As soon as they entered the door and greeted everyone, Jiang presented the shoes and socks she had made for the two elders. Huang and Jiang also made clothes and shoes and socks respectively. They also gave some silver as a gift. Although it was not much, it was a token of their thoughtfulness.

Old Man Li and Old Mrs. Yuan gladly accepted it and started playing with Shou'er and Xiang'er.

Shouger is already one year and seven months old. He can walk and call people. When Father Li held him in his arms, he started calling "Grandpa" in a sweet and soft voice.

Old Yuan held Xiangger, who was half a year old. Xiangger could not speak, but he recognized Old Yuan. When he was held by her, he just waved his hands and babbled. It was obvious that he was very happy.

The three-month-old little Baozhu was also awake at this time. Seeing her two little brothers, she stared with wide eyes curiously, put her fingers into her mouth, and drooled.

There were four generations living together in the room, and Old Man Li and Old Mrs. Yuan were smiling so much that their faces were full of wrinkles.

After sitting for a while, the men had to go out to visit the graves.

Father Li looked at his children and grandchildren carrying baskets and backpacks, and subconsciously looked at Shi Liu, "Shi Liu, are you going?"

Shi Liu shook her head without thinking, "I told the clan leader yesterday that I will go directly to the ancestral hall to wait for you."

What about climbing the mountain? Although it didn't snow this year, it was very cold early in the morning and she didn't want to climb up and down.

Father Li nodded and said, "Okay."

It seemed that no one thought there was anything wrong with this, as if it had been the same in previous years.

Old Mrs. Yuan picked up Baozhu again, glanced at Shiliu, then glanced at her old partner outside, lowered her head and teased Baozhu, with the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.