At this time, eight chairs were placed in the courtyard, each chair was separated by more than two meters, and a chair was also placed in the middle. A pen pavilion

Sitting in the middle is Zhao Yougen, the new chief patriarch of Zhaojiazhou Village this year, and the others are the positions of the patriarchs of each house.

Zhao Sanfu glanced at Zhao Xiaohe helplessly, and didn't say anything more, because the yard was full of chairs, Zhao Sanfu didn't drive the scooter into the yard, and parked at will.

Zhao Xiaohe also parked the electric car to the side and followed Zhao Sanfu in.

When the patriarchs saw them enter the courtyard, they all looked at them with fire.

Zhao Sanfu ignored everyone's expressions, and asked everyone to sit down with a smile, while explaining the purpose of inviting them here.

The patriarch sat down with a mutter.

Zhao Yougen, who is very patriarchal, has been sitting on the chair in the middle, and he didn't look at them squarely, and snorted coldly, which can be regarded as a greeting.

"Xiaohe, you stand there. ”

"Good. ”

Zhao Xiaohe nodded.

In addition to Zhao Sanfu in this courtyard, other people at least had to shout Taigong, and even Zhao Sanfu had to stand, so he, a junior, consciously walked to the bottom of the periphery and stood.

Zhao Sanfu looked at Zhao Yougen with a smile: "Taigong Yougen, I invited a few of you elders to come here today because of ......"

"The annual festival on the third day of the first lunar month of Zhao Jiazhou must be held on time! Otherwise, we will never agree!" Zhao Yougen interrupted Zhao Sanfu's words sharply.

"Yes, we will not agree!" the other patriarchs resolutely agreed.

"Zhaojiazhou's annual festival has a history of more than 700 years, and the era of fighting devils has never been interrupted, so it can't be canceled this time!"

"There is no precedent for Zhaojiazhou's annual festival to be canceled!"

"This is an old tradition of Zhao Jiazhou!"

"That's it!"

When the patriarchs of Fang were gossiping and expressing their opinions, Zhao Xiaohe found that there was an empty chair in front of him.

After sweeping it, he found that there were only seven patriarchs here, and as for which patriarch was missing, he suddenly couldn't match the number.

This group of princes has always attached great importance to the affairs of the clan, but whenever a meeting of the patriarchs is held, they will come to participate against all odds. This prince didn't come today, isn't it...... He disagrees with the patriarchs? Perhaps he is in favor of the abolition of the New Year's Sacrifice?

Zhao Xiaohe was overjoyed.

You must know that Zhaojiazhou has a total of eight rooms, and having a patriarch of the house has a supportive attitude, which means that canceling the annual festival has reduced the difficulty by one-eighth, which can save a lot of things.

If there is one room that starts first, it may be easier to break through the other rooms.

"Zhao Sanfu! If you do this, you are an unscrupulous descendant of Zhao Jiazhou!"

Zhao Yougen interrupted Zhao Xiaohe's thoughts with a loud shout, and also scared away the optimism he had just grown.

"I repeat: the New Year's festival must not be canceled! The etiquette and ceremonies that should be there must be are also indispensable! This is responsible for the entire Zhaojiazhou!"

Because he was too excited, Zhao Yougen, who had been sitting, stood up, "Do you remember? In 98, the village did not buy a pure black sacred pig, and replaced it with a black divine pig, and in 98 there was a big flood, and the entire Zhaojiazhou was almost flooded! It wasn't until the ceremony was made up on the third day of the first month of the second year that the call was made to the bus, and it was restored to normal! These are all lessons that the ancestors gave to their descendants!"

One of the items in the Zhaojiazhou New Year Festival is the pig killing sacrifice. The pig killed must be a pig with a pure black body and no variegation, and the people of Zhaojiazhou call it a divine pig. After finding a suitable piglet in March of the first year, the person on duty sent someone to raise it until the third day of the first month of the next year. In ten months, you can often raise thousands of catties. It is said that the sacred pig is very spiritual, and on the third day of the first lunar month, when the villagers beat gongs and drums to welcome it, it knows its mission and will take the initiative to go to the ancestral hall. The pig's head is used to sacrifice to the ancestors, after the sacrifice is over, the pig's head and pig offal are braised together, and the eight patriarchs and the chief patriarch enjoy together, and the pork is shared by the whole village. Because there are many people in Zhaojiazhou, each household can only get a small piece of meat in the end, but this is not important, after everyone takes the meat back, cut a radish and stew it with the meat, and stew the soup and drink it with the whole family, even if everyone has been blessed by the ancestors, the next year will be safe and healthy.

The small piece of meat is often a big fat meat with a little lean meat, and the stew with radish often has no meat taste, it is all radish flavor, Zhao Xiaohe has hated eating this god pig radish soup since he was a child, and every time he is forced by his parents to drink it, he will say how to scare him if he doesn't drink this soup. When he became an adult, no matter how his parents persuaded him, he refused to drink this soup, nor did he force his children to drink it.

But then again, although he didn't like some of Zhao Jiazhou's old traditions, he didn't express his resolute opposition, because it was these old traditions that made Zhao Jiazhou's New Year always enjoyable. His proposition is to keep it as it comes, participate if you like it, and don't force it if you don't like it.

But now that the pneumonia epidemic is serious, he, as the village chief of Zhaojiazhou, can no longer say things that go with the flow.

When he heard Zhao Yougen's comments here, he couldn't help but laugh at it, and couldn't help but interject: "Yougen Zeng Taigong, the flood of '98 and the freezing of '08 are all natural disasters, and not only our Zhao Jiazhou was affected, but the entire Qinglan was also affected, and the reason for this cannot be attributed to the change of the New Year's sacrifice ceremony." ”

"What do you know about you stupid cub!" Zhao Yougen's triangular eyes glared, and the tone was called a fierce one, "Zhao Jiazhou's ancestor is General Yang Si's right-hand man, and like General Yang Si, his ability is very great! It's because they are so angry, and while they are angry with Zhao Jiazhou, they also bring disaster to the entire Qinglan! In the final analysis, those two disasters, we Zhao Jiazhou are the culprits of the entire Qinglan!" Therefore, this year's annual festival must not be canceled, otherwise who knows how much anger our ancestors will have, and how many innocent people will suffer when taking revenge on the people of Zhaojiazhou!"

Zhao Yougen's clear-sighted fallacy made Zhao Xiaohe cry and laugh, he resisted the urge to spray "nonsense", and patiently defended: "Yougen Zeng Taigong, natural disasters are man-made, because people destroy the environment on which they live, and nature retaliates against human beings, this account can't be counted on the head of our ancestors, and it has nothing to do with our ancestors!"

"Do you know a lot?!" You still don't believe you when you say you're stupid!" Zhao Yougen was furious, "When did we Zhaojiazhou people destroy the environment? If we really destroy the environment, we can be rated as the most beautiful village in the county this year? In the end, Zhaojiazhou will suffer bad luck, and it is because you group of river fishermen don't take the rules left by your ancestors seriously! You have offended your ancestors! I will leave my distant words here: If Zhaojiazhou cancels the New Year's sacrifice this year, Zhaojiazhou will have to suffer a catastrophe next year! When the time comes, you will cry without tears!"

"The New Year's Festival must not be canceled!" Zhao Yougen's words made Zhao Laoyi, the patriarch of the second room, jump up, "Zhao Jiazhou's thousand-year-old foundation cannot be destroyed in our hands!"

"Yes! It must not be canceled!" Zhao Laobing from the third room pointed at Zhao Sanfu with a cane, "Sanfu, Xiaohe is young, it's just that you don't know anything, you are in your fifties, you can't say stupid things about canceling the New Year's sacrifice!"

"Don't worry, listen to me......"

"You don't have to say anything!" Zhao Yougen coldly interrupted Zhao Sanfu's words, "If you want to respect us as the patriarch, just listen to us: the annual sacrifice cannot be canceled! Everything will be business as usual when the sky falls! We can't become sinners of Zhao Jiazhou through the ages!"

Seeing that everyone else resolutely echoed Zhao Yougen, Zhao Xiaohe couldn't help but say: "What you said are all feudal superstitions! New China has already been broken with all kinds of feudal superstitions!"

"You river waterlogged cub! dare to say such a thing again, believe it or not, I asked Zhengjin to fan you?" Zhao Laoxin, who was in the same room as Zhao Xiaohe, only felt that Zhao Xiaohe had smeared his room, so he also stood up, pointed at Zhao Xiaohe's nose and scolded, "People with bigger farts dare to contradict elders like this?! Hurry up and get out of me!"

Although Zhao Xiaohe is thirty-two years old and has been the village chief of Zhaojiazhou Village for several years, in the eyes of this group of old people with an average age of more than eighty, he is still an ignorant little hairy child, and they don't take him seriously at all, so the tone of his speech to him is all drinking.

"Old Mrs. Xin, I didn't mean to contradict you, I just talked about the matter, I ......"

", adults speak, it's not your stupid cub to interject!" Seeing that Zhao Sanfu didn't say anything, but Zhao Xiaohe interjected several times, a group of "adults" were all provoked, and before Zhao Xiaohe's words were finished, Zhao Laoding in the fourth room also scolded.

"If you don't leave, I'll slap you!" Zhao Laoxin picked up his crutches.

Seeing that this group of uncles were all angry, for fear that their blood pressure would rise, Zhao Sanfu hurriedly stepped forward and shoved Zhao Xiaohe to the conference room of the village committee.

At this time, he knew that not to mention Zhao Xiaohe, even if he was a young man, what he said in front of this group of stubborn uncles had no weight.

"Uncle ......"

"It's useless for us to say that, we'll find another way to get back. You go to the conference room first, and I'll send them back. Don't provoke them anymore, they're going to beat you with a cane!"

Seeing Zhao Sanfu's helplessness, Zhao Xiaohe had no choice but to enter the conference room, through the window, silently looking at the group without wearing a mask, and still scolding the uncle there.

Zhao Sanfu didn't dare to mention the cancellation of the New Year's festival again, so he kindly persuaded them all to go back, and then turned back into the courtyard and wiped them with alcohol one chair after another.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaohe immediately came out to help.

"It's really hard to do. Zhao Sanfu stopped wiping, raised his head and sighed.

"Eh, isn't it a meeting, what about people?" an old man wearing a mask and a cane slowly swayed in.

"Uncle Jia, they're all going back. Hearing the voice of Zhao Laojia of the big house, Zhao Sanfu, who knew his temperament well, knew that he couldn't say anything about him, so he didn't say anything.

"Oh, you're all back, okay, I'll go back too. Zhao Laojia was obviously in a good mood, and he was not angry, these people didn't wait for him to have a meeting, and turned around happily.

Looking at Zhao Laojia's back slowly moving away, Zhao Xiaohe suddenly had an idea, turned around and said to Zhao Sanfu with joy: "Uncle, I know how to persuade the princesses to cancel the New Year's sacrifice!"