food color and fragrance

Chapter 13 ancestor worship
The next day was a clear day, with only a few faint clouds floating in the blue sky, the breeze caressed, the willow branches swayed, and the fragrance of the grass and trees blown into the house with the breeze, making people feel refreshed.

Sanskrit got up early to make breakfast for Yang Zhiyuan. A bowl of noodles in clear soup with bamboo shoot juice was made simply, but Yang Zhiyuan praised its deliciousness. ingredients, but the taste can be so delicious.

"...If the father is willing, the daughter will cook for you every day. It's not always breakfast, it can also be lunch or dinner."

Fanyin smiled and flattered him, Yang Zhiyuan nodded and said, "Father is really surprised that my daughter can have such a good skill."

"This is also taught by Wu Nan Shitai..." Fanyin mentioned Wu Nan Shitai, Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, put down the idea of ​​eating another bowl, got up and said: "Speaking of Wu Nan Shitai, as a father, I still want to be with you." You go to the Buddhist hall to visit together, and your wish will be fulfilled."

Fanyin immediately saw joy on his face, "Thank you, father."

Yang Zhiyuan shook his head and smiled lightly, and tapped her little nose, "It's a small trick, but it made my father very sad." Yang Zhiyuan thought that Sanskrit cooked him breakfast early in the morning just to remind Mr. Wu Nan to go to the Buddhist hall.

Sanskrit did indeed have this intention, and stuck out her tongue shyly, "My daughter really wants my father to eat my cooking." Since returning from visiting Liu's grave, Sanskrit and Yang Zhiyuan have gotten closer by coincidence, and dare to act coquettishly one time.

"Okay, Huai Liu is the most filial girl." Yang Zhiyuan was in a good mood today, got up and cleaned his hands, and walked out with the Sanskrit.

Mrs. Yang was about to enter the door from the outside, and seeing their father and daughter about to go out, she couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"

"Yesterday I promised Huai Liu to go to the Buddhist hall to offer incense to my difficult teacher. Today I must not lose my word. My mother came just in time. I don't know where the Buddhist hall is? I haven't come back for a long time, and I don't remember such a place." Yang Zhiyuan said. Generally speaking, Mrs. Yang only sighed, and after a long while she did not refuse, "If you still have the heart, then go, the Buddhist hall is in the northwest corner behind, let your second brother accompany you, remember to go early Come back, don't miss the time to worship the ancestors."

"Thank you mother, I won't miss a major event." Yang Zhiyuan cupped his hands to thank, and the old lady Yang went to ask Yang Zhiqi to accompany her, and the three of them went to the Buddhist hall.

Fanyin's heart is very cold.

Although she was already mentally prepared last night, after Mrs. Yang agreed so readily, she knew that even if Mrs. Wu Nan was still in the Buddhist hall yesterday, she would have been taken away today, and there might be nothing but an empty space there. house.

As expected by the Sanskrit sound, there was no one there except for a woman who was in charge of cleaning. Even the Bodhisattva enshrined on the Buddhist altar had been covered with curtains.

Sanskrit hurriedly ran to the back hut. There were all the scriptures and classics neatly arranged on the bookcase. She counted them carefully, and there were not many books.

Touching the Buddhist scriptures that she has managed neatly since she could walk, Sanskrit felt sour, sweet, bitter and salty in her heart, an indescribable feeling.

According to what Sanskrit has learned from her teacher for ten years, if Wunan teacher leaves, she will not leave these scriptures unattended, even if she is alone, she will pack these scriptures and carry them away.

Now that there are a lot of books, Wu Nan Shitai will not be safe and sound... Sanskrit bit her lip, why is her heart so sore?
Lifting the whisk to dust off the dust, Sanskrit then lit incense.

Yang Zhiyuan looked at that little figure walking around here, seeing the nostalgia in her eyes, seeing her familiar burning incense and worshiping Buddha, cleaning the Buddhist hall, even he was in a trance, as if she was here One part, not half a part out of place.

How long had she been here to develop such a habit?Such a tacit harmony with the environment of the Buddhist hall?

Yang Zhiyuan looked at his daughter, while Yang Zhiqi was impatient, and said, "Third brother, we must not delay the time of worshiping the ancestors. There are empty rooms here. The teacher has already left. What else is there to see? She is willing to read it, so just take all those scriptures away."

"Wait a little longer." Yang Zhiyuan was very patient. He realized that he knew too little about his daughter's past, and only knew that she was here to guard Liu's death...

"Or you go first and pick her up after offering sacrifices to the ancestors," Yang Zhiqi recalled the old lady's order not to let this little nun appear in front of relatives, otherwise she would have to explain with a few more mouths, which is prone to mistakes.

"Today's ancestor worship is not only for our family, but all the relatives in the village surnamed Yang will come. Don't think I'm not good at speaking. It's a waste of time for your girl to go. The family members who worship ancestors have to stand outside. If you can't enter the ancestral hall, it's better to let her stay here."

Yang Zhiqi deliberately became a villain, and set up such a rule to talk things out.

Yang Zhiyuan lowered his head and hesitated, Sanskrit also heard Yang Zhiqi's words, got up from the futon, walked to Yang Zhiyuan's side and said, "Father, why don't you go first, my daughter is here to clean up the Buddhist hall, and I also want to clean up the teacher's wife." Sort out the leftover scriptures and take them back, is that okay?"

"Can you do it here by yourself?" Yang Zhiyuan seemed to feel that something was wrong, Fanyin chuckled, and gently pushed Yang Zhiyuan, intending to send him away quickly, "I have stayed in the Buddhist hall for many years, what are you afraid of?" ?”

Yang Zhiyuan was slightly embarrassed, so he nodded and agreed, "...I will pick you up later, don't move these scriptures by yourself."

"I know, I will find someone to help me." Fanyin nodded, and Yang Zhiqi couldn't help urging: "Third brother, let's go, that old guy likes to pick things up, even if you are a Jinshi, he can still pick you up." problem..."

Yang Zhiyuan responded, while quickly walking a few steps to keep up. Yang Zhiqi strode forward like a fire on a house, and their figures gradually left the place.

Yang Zhiqi's last words caught Sanskrit's heart.

The troublesome old guy?Someone as stupid as Yang Zhiqi can make such an evaluation. Obviously, this is a character that even the old lady of the Yang family can't afford to offend.

I remembered that Yang Zhiqi said just now that everyone surnamed Yang in the village must be present to worship the ancestors today. Could it be that this is a relative of the Yang family?
Yang Zhiyuan also mentioned that after the ancestor of the Yang family became Lizheng, the three generations fell apart, things changed and people changed. This should be a separation of families.

If Yang Zhifei ruled this village alone, Mrs. Yang probably wouldn't do the thing of asking her to impersonate a granddaughter.

Are they afraid of this so-called "old guy"?
Sanskrit seems to have caught the straw to solve her problem. This is a breakthrough, but she still can't figure out how to grasp and use this straw.

Thinking of the experience Yang Zhiyuan said before, it is better to read a book when you are irritable and anxious. Maybe you can think of a better way after reading a book and being quiet.

Sitting alone on the futon of the Buddhist altar, Sanskrit chanted silently in his heart, and a woman had come to guard the door.

It was Yang Zhiqi who specially ordered her to look at Sanskrit. Mrs. Yang repeatedly told her not to be tricked by this little nun. After all, she hadn't gotten Sanskrit's answer yet, and Yang Zhiqi didn't dare to really leave Sanskrit alone.

Sanskrit could sit quietly, but the woman outside the door didn't have such peace of mind.

Burning incense and adding some incense to Bodhisattvas on weekdays is mostly to ask their men and children to have a better future or earn more money to improve their livelihoods. It is not the intention for them to worship Buddha piously. Seeing that the Sanskrit sound was still not moving, the mother-in-law had no choice but to take a walk in the yard. When she was tired from walking, she sat at the door to rest for a while, and when she was tired, she continued to walk.

It's such a small yard, there's not much work to clean it up, and it's really uncomfortable for all the women in the village to do nothing with their hands empty.

"Tired of sitting here?"

The mother-in-law suddenly heard someone talking behind her, she got up in fright, saw the Sanskrit voice behind her, and said with a smile on her face: "...I can't stay calm, I don't have the pious heart of Miss Fourth, and I don't understand you read those great principles."

Sanskrit was just reciting silently, so what's the point?
She didn't want to worry too much about it, and told her mother-in-law: "Then please help me sort out the Buddhist scriptures, and I will take them back later."

"Take them all away?" The mother-in-law stuck out her tongue looking at the whole bookshelf of Buddhist scriptures. When will this be sorted out?
Sanskrit nodded earnestly, "Yes, take them all away, and the dust on them must be swept clean and packed into boxes, so that every set can't be mistaken."

"... I don't understand, I'm afraid I'll mess up Miss Fourth's things." The old woman wanted to push it away, but Sanskrit smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid, I'll just teach you."

After all, Sanskrit brought his wife into the hut, wiped off the dust on the scriptures, and then arranged them neatly according to the size of the boxes. It seems that there are not many steps, but the number of scriptures and classics cannot be supported, so this work needs to be done Get up, I am afraid that it will not be completed in half a day.

Sanskrit went back to the front hall to continue reciting the scriptures silently, and the mother-in-law was here to organize the bookcases.

But the second master ordered to watch the fourth lady, and the mother-in-law couldn't settle down. She tidied up the scriptures for a while, then ran to the front to have a look. Seeing that Sanskrit was still sitting on the futon and chanting, she went back to continue tidying up.

But after running back and forth, the mother-in-law soon became tired.

Moving books is a laborious task, and there are errands on top of that. She is not young anymore, so how can she handle it?
It can be seen that after going up to look at it a few times, Sanskrit was sitting there quietly, and the mother-in-law didn't have the mood to continue staring.

Anyway, Miss Si is not leaving, so she might as well concentrate on sorting out the scriptures.

After an unknown amount of time, the mother-in-law suddenly realized that there were not enough bookcases in the room. If she wanted to continue tidying up, she needed to get some more bookcases.

Thinking in this way, the mother-in-law counted how many bookcases were left, and also thought about asking Fourth Miss what to do.

Walking from the back to the front, the mother-in-law was suddenly stunned!
Where's Miss Si?What about her?He was originally sitting on the futon, why is there no one around now?

The mother-in-law's heart jumped out of fright, and she searched back and forth, but except for the pile of scriptures, there was no one at all.

what to do?The mother-in-law was at a loss, stomped her feet a few times, and then hurriedly ran out, shouting as she ran, "Miss Si is gone! Miss Si is lost!"

(End of this chapter)