Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 29 Who am I?
Chinese New Year in the Ming Dynasty was a lot different from later generations. After busying with the objects for the New Year, he was busy offering sacrifices to the ancestors, followed by Mr. Xing, who had been poking around in the house recently, and took out the antiques of unknown age from the box. Facing the sallow drawing paper, Song Qingshu didn't know that the ancestors of the Xing family put up the candied fruits and other New Year supplies bought in the market, and Song Qingshu followed everyone to kowtow to the ancestors in a daze.

I have never experienced this kind of experience before. Song Qingshu’s later generations, the destruction of the four olds and the invasion of Western culture have destroyed too many things handed down by the Chinese ancestors. The family tree of Song Qingshu’s family was burned at that time. Speaking of Song Qingshu He didn't even know where his family came from, but such a worship gave him a faint sense of belonging in his heart.

Lao Tzu is also a traditional Chinese who worships ancestors!
After worshiping the ancestors, it is time to clean up the old year. Although the house has only been lived in for less than three months, the location is not good, and it is close to the cemetery. It is a home anyway. Song Qingshu was commanded by Han Juaner to hold a feather duster Running around the house, the old ashes from the beating are everywhere.

After finally cleaning, Song Qingshu was exhausted like a dog, lying on the ground panting heavily, looking at his hopeless appearance, Xing Hongniang, who was cleaning the cabinet, squeezed him with a sense of superiority Squeezing his eyes, Old Man Xing shook his head with a headache.

After finally cleaning up, Song Qingshu still couldn't eat the long-awaited delicacy. These things had to be enshrined in front of the portraits of his ancestors until the evening. Song Qingshu, who only ate a roasted sweet potato at home to satisfy his hunger, was sadly reminded to be dressed in a bright red suit The brocade jacket, Xing Hongniang and Han Juaner, who were jumping excitedly, forced to go out.

Before going out, Song Qingshu found those big watery eyes hiding in the yard, and waved again in desperation: "Caiwei, come together!"

Peeking at the scar-faced Uncle Xia who was busy repairing the wall with old man Xing, he didn't care what he meant, the excited little girl jumped up and down with the skirt of the rice field clothes and ran out, who Knowing that as soon as he ran to the door, Scarface's urgent voice suddenly came from behind.

"Caiwei!"

"what?"

A small ball of snow covered with plaster just landed on Caiwei's little face, she let out a cry of surprise, and then smeared herself into a little cat with a bitter face, and then followed Song Qingshu and the others. pace.

These days, being beautiful is also a crime. Although it is not considered to be an alluring country, but she comes from a family, Caiwei's appearance is naturally not bad. The face smeared her little face dirty every time, and the effect was not bad. Even Song Qingshu was deceived by the first impression.

This is also the helplessness of the common people. Xi'an is an important provincial capital and a land of feudal vassals. Not to mention a dude like Mr. Wu who fell in love with Hongniang Xing and forced him to be his concubine. Sun is not in the minority. The local government where these people forcibly rob a civilian girl or something doesn't even care about it, and there is no way to manage it.

What's more, Xiao Nizi belongs to a wanted gangster.

Seeing Caiwei with a cat-like face rushing to catch up, Song Qingshu was truly amazed. Immediately, he understood again, and sighed heavily again.

Era of cannibalism!

The reason why Xing Hongniang and the others are so happy is because there is an event dedicated to their women during the Chinese New Year today, and they are free from all kinds of illnesses.

Henan is on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, but Xi'an is on New Year's Eve. Women in the city, rich or poor, high or low, will put on the most beautiful costumes, touch the big copper nails on the city gate, and pray for more children and blessings. For a day, the government will not prohibit people from climbing the city wall, and women will also climb the city wall and walk around, and then go to Da Ci'en Temple to burn incense, saying that "walking the city road will cure all diseases".

It’s really the same as the freeway in the later generations. The city wall near the south gate is full of well-dressed men and women. Eight concubines came out to show off in the market, the little daughter-in-law who is rare to see, the noble lady, the solemn old lady of the official family, people talking and laughing happily, stroking the nails of the city gate in a line, and then climbing up the city wall one by one.

Although the darkest and longest cold night in hundreds of years is about to come, before this cold night, the last ray of light under the afterglow of the empire is truly revealed in this way of prosperity and prosperity.

Song Qingshu was dazzled.

The beauties in Hanfu that I have seen the most times before are still at the Comic Con, and in addition to Hanfu, there are many Japanese and Korean anime characters mixed in, making it messy.

Although these women suffering from all kinds of diseases are not as beautiful as the beauties in Manzhan, there are people of all ages, but they are expensive in a truth!
Our China was once the most glorious era!All are under the influence of an old ancestor, with the same spirit, carrying out a common cultural movement.

This is the era of China!Seeing ecstasy, and pulling Caiwei's little hand, Song Qingshu subconsciously wanted to join the crowd that gave him a strong sense of belonging, who knew that within two steps, Caiwei suddenly grabbed his sleeve and pulled it back.

Looking back in astonishment, Song Qingshu couldn't help but smile wryly, it's a woman after all!

In front of the city gate, more than a dozen of them were wearing expensive vermilion Sichuan brocade and cotton skirts, and many pearls and jade jewelry on their heads. They were very gorgeous, noble and wealthy ladies, under the protection of the slaves, were playfully touching the big copper nails on the city wall. , and the two women, Xing Hongniang and Han Juan'er, also stared at other people's clothes and jewelry with nonchalant eyes.

There was a slight light in his eyes, and his concentrated appearance was exactly the same as when my female classmate in college watched Tmall's spring new products launch.

Song Qingshu once had a crush on that female deskmate for a while, but in the end she got together with her class monitor in college. For this reason, Song Qingshu remained depressed for a long time, but finally forgot about it after graduation, and looked at Xing The matchmaker's earnest look biting her lip suddenly touched the memory in Song Qingshu's heart.

"If you like it, if you make money in the future, I will buy it for you!"

The sudden heat from the earlobe made Hongniang Xing's body stiffen suddenly, and she turned her head in a hurry, but Song Qingshu's face was very close at hand, and seeing each other at such a close distance made Hongniang Xing's pretty face blush, and she backed away in a panic. After a few steps, he muttered angrily.

"Do you know that is a phoenix coronet and Xiapei that can only be worn by the descendants of phoenixes and dragons? Just you idiot, you can't buy a horn even if you sell them all!"

It was the first time that such a romantic confession stumbled, his face was flushed red by Xing Hongniang, Song Qingshu drooped his head, listlessly dragged away by the bouncing Caiwei, Xing Hongniang continued to chat with Han Juaner He walked in front, and after touching the nails of the city gate, he also strolled up the city wall.

The depressed Song Qingshu didn't notice that, occasionally Xing Hongniang turned her head and looked at his silly face, but there was a smile from the bottom of her mouth.

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Followed by the crowd until the evening, and lined up at the Da Ci'en Temple until he was crazy to offer incense for the new year. Song Qingshu was dragged home by several women like a dead dog. Now he knows , Traditional culture also has to pay a price!

It was a six or seven kilometer journey around the city. Song Qingshu felt that his skeleton was about to collapse. Even though Old Man Xing still had a look of disgust in his eyes, Song Qingshu still lay paralyzed in front of the fire and hummed.

Fortunately, I don’t have to work at night. Making dumplings is a woman’s job. I really don’t know what material women are made of. After playing so tired in the afternoon, Hongniang Xing and Juaner Han continued to chatter like nothing happened. Wrapped with dumplings.

After all, she is a woman. When she got home, Caiwei washed off the protective color on her face, and she also followed the happy help. The little girl didn't know what it meant to be a concubine, but now there is a family The feeling did bring her joy.

Caiwei is happy, and Shuanglu's scarred face, which is fighting with Xiaoluobo, occasionally looks back, revealing a kind of sincere happiness.

Dumplings are stuffed with pork and radish. It is not easy for high-ranking officials to eat green vegetables in winter these days. The radish was stored by the previous owner of the house. He added a handful of dried vegetable leaves and gurgled in the pot. It is still greedy. The water is flowing, and it is a coincidence that the dumplings are about to be ready. The foreign monk who was alone in the church came to visit and brought a Christmas gift. This international friend regards the Spring Festival as Christmas. It's over.

The red peaked Christmas hat made of cotton cloth made Hongniang Xing and the three girls smile like flowers, and the foreign monk was also invited to the table, but when eating dumplings, Song Qingshu regretted that this guy was not a ~religionist?

Huihui don't eat pork, don't grab dumplings!

Pork dumplings, oily peppers, steamed sweet potatoes, steamed potatoes, steamed corn, plus some preserved fruit snacks, a simple New Year's Eve dinner couldn't be simpler, but Song Qingshu, who was still eating, almost swallowed it with his tongue. For the first time, he discovered that these Things that are not too rare at home usually taste so delicious.

After the meal, Song Qingshu was lying on the edge of the stove again, rubbing his rolled belly and continuing to hold his body. These days, let alone the Spring Festival Gala, there is not even a TV set, but the tradition of the Ming people still needs to keep the year old. Sleep is not allowed, so while dozing off, Song Qingshu also added a few sentences to the foreign monk who picked up the airport to promote feudal superstition to pass the time.

What happened in the west, Xing Hongniang, Xiaoluo, who is always a tiger, stares at her with big eyes. I never thought that there would be such a wonderful world outside of ****. The foreign monk is also more and more shocked. He doesn't even know some stories about the Roman Empire. Song Qingshu actually knows so much in this isolated Eastern Continent. How did he know it?
But just when Song Qingshu was bragging about his complacency, Old Man Xing, who had gone out after dinner, came back again.

"Fool, come out with me!"

Song Qingshu can't take off the title of fool now, who made him be stupid all day long?
Following Old Man Xing out of the main room, to the side room next door, Song Qingshu was very surprised to smell the smell of medicine all over the room. Old Man Xing, who is celebrating Chinese New Year, is actually brewing medicine?How is he sick?

However, before Song Qingshu asked a few words of concern, Old Man Xing suddenly turned around with a serious face, fixedly stared at Song Qingshu and began to size up, his eyes wished to see him from inside to outside, to see his DNA Is it female or male.

"who are you?"

Song Qingshu was stunned when he asked this question.

who am I?What a problem!

(End of this chapter)