The wealth of rebirth is deep in the mountains

Chapter 13 The Hundred Days Ceremony

Lu Xiaomi couldn't talk easily, so she smiled and went to open the ear room, calling for help to move the pig's head and other things outside.

The shrewd woman looked at it from a distance, and her heart moved, wondering if her son could marry Xiaomi and go back.

But although the Lu family also lives in Laoxiongling, and they are close to each other in the village on weekdays, but the Lu family has a house and a field, and Lu's father and the third child are both scholars. He was reluctant to marry Xiaomi to Orion.

More importantly, Mrs. Bai had only passed away for three months, and Xiaomi had to observe filial piety for 27 months, leaving two full years left.

It's too early to say kiss now, not a good time.

Thinking in this way, these women changed their minds, started talking about other gossips, and their subordinates became busy.

Lu Xiaomi didn't know that she had already been put on the daughter-in-law list by many women, and now she was hesitating whether to save more merit for Mrs. Bai.

Previously, the family added japonica rice and fine noodles, and the remaining corn noodles and buckwheat noodles were too much to eat.

Instead of keeping it until next spring, and fearing damp and insects, it is better to post pancakes and give them to the refugees in the south of the city, which is considered a good deed.

The woman is so soft-hearted, and she saw the pitiful appearance of those refugees when she went to the city.Now hearing Xiaomi said that she wanted to give up pancakes, almost everyone shouted.

"Okay, millet produces food, and we contribute energy."

"Yes, this is a good thing to accumulate virtue."

Half a tank of Baogu noodles, half a tank of buckwheat noodles, poured out, fully filled five large clay pots.

Aunt Liu led the old and young women, and after finishing the sacrifices, they began to make dough and prepare pancakes.

The work in the kitchen is not heavy work, but trivial and troublesome.

This night was busy until the third watch, and the women seemed to have just taken a nap when they went home, and it was dawn.

The Lu family has three sons and one daughter, that's a lot.But there is no one from my family or my mother's family, no nieces, nieces, cousins, and no junior helpers.

Fortunately, this time it was the Hundred Days Ceremony, a spirit tablet was set up in the yard, and it was fine to burn the paper, so there was no need to go to the Lu family's ancestral grave three miles away.

Speaking of it, Lu Xiaomi was very curious about the grandfather who stepped on the "bear corpse" and laid down the foundation of the Lu family, and originally wanted to pay homage to him along the way.Later, I heard Aunt Liu say that there is no need to go to the grave for the Hundred Days Festival. While regretting, I am also glad that there was almost no joke.

The courtyard of the Lu family was originally very spacious, with the main house plus east and west wing rooms, and two inverted rooms used as kitchens, stables, and side rooms.

But on this day, people from the whole Old Xiongling came in, and it seemed a little cramped.

A large pine wooden case painted reddish brown was placed in the center of the yard. On the large case was Bai's coffin. Incense was inserted in the three-legged brass incense burner in front of the coffin. The smoke was chased by the north wind. scattered.

There is a long table under the case, which is already full of offerings.

The head of the wild boar hunted by Gao Ren earlier was clean and white, and it was placed in the middle as the main sacrifice. On the left was a sheep's head, and on the right was a whole chicken.The thin noodle steamed buns were ordered with red dots and piled up on two large plates. The other dates, persimmon cakes, various snacks bought in the city, and a few apples, oranges, and a dozen other things were gathered together.

There was an ignorant child who bit his finger and hid behind his old lady, secretly swallowing his saliva, and waited for the Lu family to finish the sacrifice and share the offerings.

Father Lu, who hadn't shown up for many days, changed into a filial piety dress. Inside the filial piety clothes were new jackets and trousers made a few days ago. He washed his hair and shaved his beard early in the morning. After tidying up like this, it was three points more than usual Elegant, less decadent.But the haggard look between his brows and eyes made it easy for people to see his fragility.

Losing a mother when young, losing a wife in middle age, and losing a child in old age can be described as the three major pains that people cannot bear in this world.

In the past, Papa Lu and Bai Shi were so loving as husband and wife, but now they are so sad and sad.

Father Lu was the first to offer incense, and the three brothers of the Lu family knelt down and kowtowed with Lu Xiaomi.

Xiaomi didn't shirk his laziness at all, he kowtowed sincerely, his thin body knelt on the bluestone ground, and soon his forehead turned red.

After organizing the Bai family's Hundred Days Ceremony so grandly, kowtowing to thank her for her kindness in nurturing, in the future, I will make sure that Lu's father and son live in peace and prosperity, and she will no longer have any debts in her heart, and she can live in peace and enjoy the luck of her rebirth And luck again.

She thought so in her heart, but others didn't know.

Aunt Liu saw it and felt very distressed.Such a little girl is loved like a treasure in anyone's family. Now that she has no mother, she has to take care of the family and the outside world. It is really pitiful.

Before the worship was over, Aunt Liu reached out to help Lu Xiaomi.

"It's cold on the ground. Your mother loved you the most when she was alive. If she saw you like this, she might not feel at ease down here. Get up quickly and go to the stove to warm up. We are here!"

Lu Xiaomi got up early and was busy, didn't eat breakfast, and now she kowtowed again, really dizzy, but she pushed Aunt Liu's hand away.

"Auntie, I should kneel for a while longer. You help me take care of this kitchen first, and I'll be fine here soon."

Father Lu in the front had already turned cold when he heard the movement, but when he saw his daughter's refusal, the expression in his eyes was even more complicated, as if he was complaining and distressed.But he still didn't ask the girl to get up...

Aunt Liu had no choice but to retreat among the women. Her eldest daughter-in-law was grateful for the bowl of white rice that day, and made a small jacket for her son with the leftover rags at home, and quietly took up the grievance for Xiaomi.

"People say that if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather. Uncle Lu didn't reunite, so why didn't he give it to his daughter. If Xiaomi gets sick again, let's see if he is in a hurry?"

The rest of the women also nodded, looking at Father Lu with reproach.But they are slanderous in their hearts, and they can't stop it with their mouths. After all, it is only natural for a daughter to return to her mother.

At this moment, the door of the East Wing opened with a creak.

Feng Jian supported Uncle Yang with one hand and his cane with the other, and walked out of the room frowning.

After finally standing still, he raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the courtyard with a calm expression.

Everyone in Laoxiongling knew that there was a distinguished guest living in the Lu family. Because he saved Lu Laosan from being killed by bandits, he broke his leg and has been recovering from his injuries.

But I have always heard that there is such a person, except for Aunt Liu and Uncle Bi, no one has seen face.

Now, Feng Jian finally showed up, but everyone suddenly understood why the word "gui" was added before the word "ke".

The man in front of him was tall and tall, handsome and upright. Even though his face was a little pale due to injury, the noble atmosphere hidden in his eyebrows and eyes did not diminish at all.

Those swarthy eyes only glanced over lightly, but everyone who met his eyes lowered their heads subconsciously.

"Da da!" The cane tapped lightly on the stone floor, and the blue cotton cloak brushed against the thin snow surface, neither fast nor slow, but like a king of beasts walking casually through the mountains and forests, restraining all beasts with his own majesty. …

"Uncle Lu, can you allow Feng to burn a stick of incense?"

Father Lu was staring at the memorial tablet, wondering what to think, and nodded in a daze when he heard this.Lao Yang immediately lit three sticks of incense and delivered them to his master. Feng Jian bowed solemnly a few times, and Lao Yang inserted the incense into the incense burner again.

Just when everyone thought Feng Jianjian had turned back to the house, he stood beside Lu Xiaomi.

The villagers subconsciously moved away and left a place for him.

Feng Jian lowered her head and glanced at Lu Xiaomi. She was lowering her head halfway, revealing a section of her snow-white neck. She was completely different from her usual sharpness and smartness, and was more stubborn, defensive and vulnerable like a wounded little animal.

For some reason, his heart softened suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to untie the cotton cloak and put it on her body.

Lu Xiaomi was dazed in a daze, wondering if she was hallucinating due to dizziness, or if the cold wind made her have a fever, it seemed that there were some more memories in her mind, or just a few simple pictures flashed by.She wanted to catch it, but in the end it was in vain.

But the feeling that this memory brought to her lingered in her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

It was a kind of coldness, cold to the point of despair, even if she was abandoned since she was a child in her previous life, she was never so desperate, what did the real Lu Xiaomi go through, and what did she forget...

Suddenly, a warm cotton cloak fell on her body, which blocked the cold wind and lifted her heart that seemed to be slowly falling into the ice cave.

She looked up subconsciously, Feng Jian's dark eyes were still calm, but she saw a little difference in them...

The north wind is still there, blowing the black ashes from the burnt paper, flying all over the sky.Under the sky, in the small courtyard, because of the burning flames or other reasons, there was a hint of warmth.

This is exactly what the saying goes, when winter comes, can spring be far behind?
After burning the paper bundles, the villagers stepped forward to burn the yellow paper they brought, as a gesture of kindness to the neighbors, and the ritual finally came to an end.

Lu Xiaomi braced himself up, rubbed his numb knee, and began to distribute sacrifices to everyone.

The pig's head, sheep's head and whole chicken are directly sent to the stove, boiled in a pot, and cooked and cut into plates, it is a big dish on the table.

The remaining fruits and snacks were distributed to the elders in the village, but those steamed buns with red dots were the most important.

The old saying passed down the rules, the steamed buns at the ceremony, if children eat them, they will not be frightened, that is, they will not be disturbed by those invisible creatures.

Lu Xiaomi didn't know if this was accurate, but she wasn't so stingy that she couldn't bear a few steamed buns, so she divided the village's youngest children, exactly one for each of them.

The child's mothers were all overjoyed and thanked them repeatedly, and they helped organize the banquet more quickly.

There are four tables in the main room, the east and west rooms, and the west wing room.In Xiaomi's room in the backyard, there are two tables and a kitchen, which barely accommodates everyone.

Lu Xiaomi used all the 20 taels of silver he earned from selling candied haws to buy ingredients and other items. In addition, he saved two taels by making paper, and the dishes on the banquet became more abundant.

Snow-white rice, large slices of pork head meat, chicken stewed with mushrooms, mutton cheeks fried with chili, cabbage fungus, bone broth stewed with tofu, pork belly with sauerkraut vermicelli...

Plus a large altar of strong wine, drink it in one gulp, from the throat to the stomach.The young man with a slightly tender face almost got drunk after just one bowl.

(End of this chapter)