Carambola Creek cleared his hands and stepped into the high threshold of the ancestral hall.

The hall is divided into four large altars, which are filled with rows and rows of tablets.

The Yang family has the most, and it is also the surname of the most prestigious and largest family in the village, and the position is the most central, with the Ma family on the left and the Yuan family and the Liu family on the right.

Among them, the tablets of the Yuan family and the Liu family are not as many as those of the Yang family.

At this time, an old monk wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe stood by the altar, and when he saw Carambola Creek coming in, he smiled and handed over three lit red incense sticks.

He is the elder brother of the old lady, and the younger children in the village call him Fu Zuzong.

When this Fu Zuzong was young, he was also an iron-blooded man who got on the horse and got off the horse and raised a knife, but later he didn't know why he broke through the red dust and became a monk.

He only returned to the village more than ten years ago and lived in the ancestral hall of the four surnames as a shrine keeper.

He presided over every grand event of opening the ancestral hall.

Carambola Xi respectfully knelt down on the grass in front of the altar, holding the red incense with both hands and kowtowing respectfully.

Fu Zuzong picked up a red fold on the side and began to sing.

He used the tone of reciting scriptures, and sang quickly and slurredly, and Carambola Creek only heard a few words intermittently.

"Yang Men Changfang...... The second daughter of the second grandson of the second grandson of the dai grandson ...... Carambola Creek"

The following is a dense book of confessions to the ancestors.

Carambola Creek was also clear about such an ancient ceremony, kneeling honestly, listening to Fu Zuzong finish reading everything, then kowtowed again, got up and retreated.

Fu Zuzong wrapped the red fold in the curling incense mist a few times and put it back into the tray on the altar.

Carambola Creek stopped at the entrance of the lobby and saw that there were several red folds on the altars of each family.

"Sister Li is back~~"

The children's cheers rang out again at the entrance of the village.

Immediately after, there was another burst of firecrackers.

Carambola Creek said to the old lady, and then obediently retreated to the outer courtyard to stand.

After a while, Yang Lixi walked over with Yang Muxi surrounded by people.

Aunt Xin Hua stood at the door of the outer courtyard and looked at her daughter's nervous straight corner: "Lili, how is it?"

"I didn't do well in the exam, and the total score was only 599. Yang Lixi looked at Carambola Creek with a smile, "Taotao, you don't wait for me, I only heard that you just came back when I arrived at school." ”

"I didn't know you were going back. Carambola Creek replied apologetically.

"It's not too late to talk back, quick, go in and kowtow." Xin Hua pulled Yang Muxi aside and urged Yang Lixi to enter the ancestral hall, and there were already tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Bh. Yang Lixi hurriedly restrained her laughter, went in to salute the old people, report the results, and then kowtow to the same incense.

Aunt Xin Hua looked at her daughter inside, and she couldn't cry anymore.

She was young and widowed, and she raised a pair of children by herself, and now, her daughter is finally out of breath.

Who can understand this bitterness.

"Sister-in-law Hua, Lili is also out of breath, and when Amu is also admitted to university, you will wait to enjoy Qingfu. Yu Cuicui patted Aunt Xin Hua's shoulder and smiled comfortingly.

The women who knew each other next to each other also chimed in.

Aunt Xin Hua smiled happily, but tears still fell uncontrollably.

After a while, a few more people returned.

These are all children outside, and one of them is a family who moved to the town to live, and because the family has children in the college entrance examination, they came back with their scores to incense their ancestors.

Only then did Carambola Creek know that this is an unwritten rule in the village, no matter how well you do in the exam, you must come here to tell your ancestors if you get results.

When the school season begins, the children who receive the notice will have to come again to incense.

It's the rule.

Carambola Creek is actually impatient with such rules, but after she was reborn, she has become more in awe of certain things and is willing to abide by them.