The ultimate rebirth of the abandoned woman

Chapter 390 Awakening ([-])

Lunar New Year's eve.

Piles of fires were lit in the atrium, the main hall and the courtyard in front of the lush courtyard of Rongshou Hall, and on the verandah with mullioned windows that connected several houses, there was a red glowing fire hanging every three to five steps. Looking from a distance, the red lanterns flicker on the long corridor, which is extraordinarily festive and bright.

With the sound of crackling pine wood burning, the entire Rongshou Hall was illuminated by the fire, candlelight, and lights as if it were daytime.

In the yard in front of the main hall, under the huge copper tripod, a strong fire had already been lit, and the fragrant soup in the tripod was boiling. In the tripod, after a while, a strange and alluring fragrance gradually spread in the yard, and the servants who smelled it couldn't help sniffing and swallowing their saliva secretly.

Beside the bronze tripod, the cooks, who had already prepared, were busy in the yard in thin clothes, without touching the ground. They dressed the whole sheep and piglets that had been cleaned up, and then added them to the fire.After a short time, layers of oil emerged from the skin of the sheep and piglets, and they fell drop by drop on the burning pine wood, making a buzzing sound.

The cooks kept their hands on, holding a clean brush, dipped it full of sauce, and then dabbed it on the surface of the roasted lamb and roasted piglets... Don't look at them wearing only unlined clothes, they don't care at all. Instead of feeling cold, a fine layer of sweat was formed on the tip of the nose.

However, the cooks didn't care about wiping their sweat at all. There was so much work at hand, they wished they could give birth to five or six more hands and finish it as soon as possible.

It stands to reason that the Rongshou Hall should not hold such a large-scale New Year's Eve banquet when the male master of the family is not there, but this year is not as good as before. This year is the first New Year's Eve that can be truly celebrated after the daughter of the princess and the gentleman adopted the Rongshou Hall night.

Thinking back to the first year when Mr. Lang and his family adopted Rongshou Hall, the old lady went there. Mr. Mr. and his wife were pure filial piety. In the twelfth lunar month, Fu Ling went back to Luoyang. The gate was also closed during the New Year, and they kept their filial piety at home quietly. Can't celebrate the Spring Festival with much fanfare.

This cold New Year's Eve lasted for three years.

This year is the fourth year, Mr. Lang's filial piety period has expired, and the Rongshou Hall can finally celebrate the New Year's Eve lively again.

And these cooks, most of them are old people left behind by the old lady, not the new mistress' confidantes, they have long wanted to show their skills in front of the new mistress, so that the mistress can know that they are definitely not useless and idle people.

Therefore, even though they were busy running around, and their hands and feet were so tired, they were still busy with enthusiasm, lest they would mess up their errands and make themselves ugly in front of the new mistress.

Tie Niangzi and Yuzhu were also very attentive, one watched the cook and servants preparing the banquet in the courtyard of the main hall, and the other served the lady closely in the Weiwei courtyard.

Holding his huge belly and holding a child in one hand, Xiao Nan first went to the ancestral hall of Rongkang Hall to worship his ancestors.

As usual, women are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, and all the female relatives of the three halls kneel respectfully and sit under the veranda outside the ancestral hall, waiting quietly.

Cui Youbo was not there, Chang Sheng, as the only male in the family, went to the ancestral hall to participate in the worship instead of Rong Shou Tang.

Regardless of his young age, after Xiao Nan and Feng Shanggong carefully disciplined him during this period, the little guy was wearing a regular dark sacrificial gown, his little fleshy arms were held in a decent manner, and the sleeves nearly half a foot wide were naturally The little one was hanging by his side, and the little guy stood upright, following closely behind the old man, imitating the old man, kneeling, worshiping, rising, and offering incense.

After worshiping the ancestors, Changsheng followed Cui Ze to offer Tusu wine to the old man.

The old man sat on the side of the altar, sizing up the little bean among a bunch of adults without any trace, seeing his pink and tender face tensed, his behavior measured, and the rules not chaotic at all, he was very satisfied, and nodded in his heart: The Cui family can only prosper if they have grandchildren like this!

Cui Yanbo and other people saw it, and they were also secretly amazed: Tsk tsk, this little guy will only be four years old tomorrow, it is not easy to be obedient at such a young age, but just look at him, he just looks like a sensible little adult, alas Well, the eighth brother is also blessed to have such an eldest son.

After drinking the Tusu wine, the old man began to lecture, the content was similar to previous years, nothing more than admonishing the men in the clan to study hard and work hard, brothers love and respect each other, support each other, unite each other, and take the prosperity of the Cui family as their lifelong goal.

After worshiping the ancestors, those who have a newborn daughter in the family ask the old man to write a family tree for the children.

Seven or eight children, including Cui Lingqi, the third son of Cui Er's third son in Xitang (Rong'an Hall), Cui Lingde, the eldest son of Cui Liu, and Cui Wei, the concubine daughter of Cui Da in Dongtang (Rongshou Hall), were included in the genealogy.

It was not until near midnight that a group of men came out of the ancestral hall.

Changsheng found his mother and sister, his tense little face instantly softened, and he reported to Xiao Nan what happened in the ancestral hall with a smile.

Xiao Nan was also very happy to see his son so sensible and well-behaved, and took a handkerchief to wipe the water stains from the corners of his mouth and the sweat beads on his forehead.

"Auntie, uncle and grandma!"

With sharp eyes, Lingxi saw a familiar face among a group of well-dressed old, middle-aged and young women, and hurriedly pulled Xiao Nan's sleeve.

Xiao Nan didn't raise his head, but glanced out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, he saw the eldest lady standing aside talking to the second old lady, and at the same time, he couldn't stop looking at the three of them, the mother and the child.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, Xiao Nan straightened up slowly, led Lingxi and Changsheng, and walked slowly to the Da Furen, she bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "Son, Auntie is well, Eldest Aunt is well!"

Lingxi and Changsheng also saluted in unison, and said in a sonorous voice: "Granddaughter/grandson, grand-aunt, is grand-aunt well?!"

The smile on the eldest lady's face froze, she said that she was complaining to the second old lady with all her strength: the youngest son is not at home, Xiao Nansheng's grandson and granddaughter are not filial, you always look at it, it's the New Year's Eve, the two little things see you The grandmother who lost her first relative didn't even say hello... The children are not sensible, and adults can't teach them... Barabara.

There is only one theme, the entire Dongtang, except for her youngest son, is not a good person.

As she was talking, the eldest lady did not expect Xiao Nan's mother and son to come over, and they were so respectful and polite, this, what is this, it's just a slap in the face.

The eldest lady didn't want to talk to Xiao Nan's mother and son, but when she thought of Xiao Nan's ruthless appearance that day, she didn't dare, so she could only stiffen her face and said bluntly: "There is no need to be polite."

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to cool down, the second old lady was busy smiling and trying to smooth things over. First she praised the two children out of nowhere, then she asked about the condition of the fetus in Xiao Nan's womb, and finally she graciously invited The three of Xiao Nan's mother and son went to Rong'an Hall to have the New Year's Eve dinner together.

Xiao Nan led the two children to salute the second old lady first, and then said with a smile: "Thank you for the kindness of the second uncle and grandmother, but our side has already made preparations, and we will not disturb the uncle and you."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xiao Nan didn't seem to see the zombie face of the eldest lady, and saluted again with a smile, and then led the children to leave.

Looking at the backs of the mother and the child, the eldest lady gritted her teeth, almost shattering a good tooth, but she was well-mannered and respectful, which left her with nowhere to vent her anger, only holding back her chest tightness Short of breath, I couldn't even attend the New Year's Eve banquet, so I went to rest early with my chest pressed.

Back at Rongshou Hall, Xiao Nan ordered someone to call Ah Mu again, and arranged the three little Doudings to have dinner with him.

At this time, it happened to be the beginning of Zishi, and the boys outside the gate had already prepared firecrackers, and when the time came, they lit them one after another.

Crackling!

A crisp sound came into the main hall, and the three little guys clapped their hands happily when they heard the sound.

At the banquet, besides Xiao Nan's family, there were Feng Shanggong and Sun Ling.

Looking at the bright lights in the courtyard and the rich dishes on the food table, Sun Ling was very moved. Her eyes fell on an unknown distance, her face was contemplative, as if she was thinking of some relatives.

Feng Shanggong, on the other hand, looked at the lively little Changsheng and Lingxi, who was obediently guarding his mother, with a loving face, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth——Life today is sweeter than drinking bee syrup. !
At the same time, Cui Youbo, who was far away in Puzhou, was holding a pot of Diluchun, staring at the cold yard in a daze with a lonely expression.

Zheng Qin rode a fast horse back to the capital yesterday to celebrate the new year with his sister, and Cui Youbo sent the twenty armored guards to the salt lake to inspect, only Cui Youbo, Yang Xie and a dozen servants remained in the house.

Originally, the steward of the house suggested to Uncle Cui: Given the current situation, it is not easy for the Cui family to celebrate the festival (the aristocratic family in Xie County is still watching the Cui family), but it is also possible to celebrate at home on a small scale, and it is impossible to have a big festival. There was no sound at all, it was pitifully deserted.

Uncle Cui reluctantly rejected the steward's suggestion. There was no other reason. Cousin Yang was ill again. Comfortable.

Besides, Xiao Nan has always taken care of the internal affairs of the family, when did Cui Youbo worry about this?Now the cousin who claims to 'serve' him is sick again, and he doesn't even have anyone to pour wine and chat with.

"Ugh……"

Cui Youbo drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, heaved a long sigh, stared blankly at the light in the distance outside the window, and heard the sound of firecrackers from time to time. On this originally happy, festive and lively night with the family, he actually drank wine against the moon alone. , such a day, how lonely it is.

Unconsciously, Cui Youbo's thoughts drifted away. He couldn't help but think of the days in Luoyang. In those few years on New Year's Eve, although he couldn't have a banquet to celebrate, but he was accompanied by a good wife, loving son and daughter, and the whole family gathered together. Even if it's green vegetable tofu, no wine and no meat, it's very enjoyable to eat.

How is it like now?It is obvious that the filial piety period has passed, but he is not even as good as a mourning family. He has no appetite at all with a food table full of delicacies.

Looking at the cold room, Cui Youbo couldn't help flashing a thought: If the lady was there, she would not wrong him so much, no matter how simple the conditions were, she would definitely try her best to make him happy and comfortable.

Lady, Ah Yuan, Changsheng... I, I miss you so much...

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