Rebirth of Ninety Honey Sweet Wife

Qin Yuxi's head was wrapped with black yarn. The animal bones on the head were hairpins, which fixed her hair. White snow fell and stained her black head.

Qin Yuxi stood still and looked at the sixth master.

The sixth master wrapped around the patriarch's big Baotou, tied an ox horn knife around his waist, and set his hands on the platform. It seemed as if he had come to pick up something. He knelt and kowtowed all the way from his own house.

The patriarch and Jinhua set out at the same time. Jinhua is more beautiful and can be seen. Naturally, he sees more people. The sixth master is old. Even when he was young, he was a handsome boy, but he is old and has no ornamental ability.

But the sixth master still knelt and kowtowed from his door to the threshing ground, knelt and kowtowed, and came towards the totem.

As it approached, the oldest old man in the stockade bowed down and raised his hands above his head. He offered Qin Yuxi a soul chasing flute and a sacrifice to heaven. The patriarchs of the 18th stockade also came out one after another and sat cross legged behind the sixth master.

The sixth master knelt. Qin Yuxi took the yellow paper in the old man's hand, and his hands trembled.

It's a decree, isn't it? Why is this so like an edict? The back of the yellow silk is also embroidered with dragon patterns. Fortunately, Qin Yuxi always runs to the ancient costume crew and knows the complex text. Otherwise, she looks at the heaven worship words like Tianshu and is afraid to make a big picture in front of the people of the 18th stronghold!

So the heaven worship speech of jieshanzhai is so high-grade that it is a holy decree? Mom!

The long incense was ignited, white snow, cyan smoke, beautiful golden flowers, solemn new patriarchs, countless spectators. The camera quietly recorded every bit of what happened here. Su muhuan's camera, one "click" after another, came out gently.

Qin Yuxi cleared his throat, slowly, with a clear voice, full of a sense of solemnity and solemnity, and read the words of worship to heaven word by word in dialect.

In fact, these words add up very badly. She doesn't understand what a word means, but I'm afraid these people here don't understand it like her.

So she just read word by word, slowly and clearly, and then after reading, she rolled up the words of worship to heaven that looked like the imperial edict in her hand and put them into the hands of the old man who bent down and arched his back.

Next, put the soul chasing flute in the old man's hand into the sixth master's hand. Chen Yulian has told Qin Yuxi about the procedure. This procedure has been simplified again and again by later generations, and there is no difficulty.

Qin Yuxi picked up the soul chasing flute and took a look at the sixth master. The sixth master kept holding his hands above his head, and the posture of preparing to receive the flute remained unchanged.

Holding the soul chasing flute, she also held her hands above her head, turned and knelt down to the totem pole.

"Bye!"

An old man shouted loudly. All the elderly people in the stockade, as well as all the patriarchs of the 18th stockade, as long as there were people who believed in totems in their hearts, knelt down.

Some young people were exaggerated by this atmosphere, some were pulled by their parents and elders and knelt down.

For a moment, a large area knelt on the threshing ground.

Su Dao and Su muhuan were so excited that their knees softened. In the sound of the earth shaking horn, they also knelt down. Soon, Su Dao reacted.

No, he came to find his son, but now his son can't. documentaries must be made!

Director Su got up quickly, ran away with the camera, found a wide angle and continued shooting.

The soldiers and the county and town leaders who came to attend the succession ceremony withdrew one after another and stood around the threshing ground. They were shocked and excited by such folk customs.

Holding the soul chasing flute, Qin Yuxi held it high above his head, worshipped the totem pole and knocked down.

As soon as she kowtowed, the sixth master behind her also kowtowed, followed by the patriarch of the 18th village, the elderly, young people and children.

"Bye!"

Another large area was knocked down. I saw my back facing the sky, my forehead knocking to the ground, ancient beliefs, ancient customs, end-to-end blood boiling.

"Three obeisances!"

The horn sounded high, and under the nine domes, the pious heart flourished. At this moment, even young people who don't understand anything feel a kind of solemnity.

At this time, among the leaders who came to the ceremony, there was a fat leader who disagreed:

"They are engaged in feudal superstition and should be criticized."

Another leader nodded, flattered in general and echoed: "yes, Kang County governor, this is to criticize, otherwise it is not easy to explain to the developer."

Among the soldiers, Qi Zihan looked at the two talking leaders and asked in a low voice Yi Feng, the resident leader standing beside him,

"What are those two people from?"

Yi Feng glanced at the two leaders, turned his head, lowered his voice and said to Qi Zihan:

"One of the two newly appointed leaders in the county is Kang county magistrate, and one is in charge of tourism development."

"Tourism development?"

Qi Zihan's brain hurt a little and frowned:

"What do they want to do? Develop this mountain area?"

"There is such a rumor in the county. It is said that foreign tourism investment companies have taken a fancy to this mountain area and intend to develop scenic spots. The county leaders are very positive about this matter. I'm afraid they will come to explore the way today."

"Oh, dream!"

Qi Zihan sneered. This mountain area is going to be developed into a scenic spot. Where is the Dongshan Station and the jieshanzhai?

The key is that his family Yuxi is so beautiful and looks so good in golden flower clothes. However, the two leaders said that his family Yuxi is engaged in feudal superstition. Qi Zihan immediately hated the county's tourism development plan.

After a while, Qi Zihan slipped to Qi Ruiyuan wearing an army coat and said to Qi Ruiyuan:

"Old man, do me a favor."

"What are you doing?"

Qi Ruiyuan looked at his grandson's daughter-in-law with great interest. Unexpectedly, he was scolded by his grandson, so he looked at Qi Zihan with vigilance,

"I have no money to lend you. My money is given to my lovely Yuxi. You want money to find your mother!"

"What's yours?"

Qi Zihan glared at Qi Ruiyuan angrily,

"That's mine!"

It's shameless to rob Qin Yuxi with him.

Qi Ruiyuan was very cheeky. He looked at Qi Zihan and asked impatiently:

"What the hell are you looking for me for? Don't bother me if you're okay."

"Someone wants to develop the world stronghold. You use your privileges and spoil it."

Qi Zihan, like an old man, ordered his own grandfather, lowered his voice and said:

"They say that jieshanzhai is now engaged in feudal superstition and should rectify this unhealthy trend."

"Bah! Which deflated calf said that?"

Qi Ruiyuan blew his beard and stared. As soon as he glanced, he glanced at the leaders who were officials.