Chapter 468 of the first volume of metamorphosis, the goddess is born, and her name is: Xi

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A small ordinary village, a group of ordinary and simple villagers, because of a surname, because of a more or less non-existent connection with the sacred, has become world-recent, and has undergone earth-shaking changes, and has become unrecognizable.

Almost all the houses have been pushed in, one by one more elaborate, beautiful, and comfortable than the other elaborate and comfortable buildings have been replaced, a large amount of infrastructure has been built in a very short time, and the original threshing field in the center of the village has been built into a garden that can only be found in large cities.

The closer to the ancestral hall of the Wu family, the closer to the center of the village, the more privileges and status are enjoyed, and this privilege and status is not only tacitly accepted and supported in the village, but also in the outside world, in the face of any high-ranking official and rich man, it is also a proof of identity and status.

Regardless of whether the surname is Wu or not, whether it has anything to do with the freshly baked holy family or not, in this special historical period, everyone has reaped huge benefits.

The area of the village has not only expanded, but the population of more than 1,000 has swelled to 20,000 or 30,000 in a short period of time.

Wealth poured in like a tidal wave, and a great deal of resources prompted the village to change so dramatically in a very short period of time, where money, perhaps the least valuable thing, was a variety of drill camps that only you could not imagine, and there was nothing they could not do.

It has become a blind spot, a vacuum, a small country within a country, a place where morality, ethics, national law, and rules cannot be constrained, in addition, it has also become a symbol of identity and status, and a kind of confidence that can make people straighten their backs.

One can imagine how complicated the origin of the current 20,000 or 30,000 new arrivals is.

The villagers suddenly became rich and shared a trace of divine aura, and soon fell under the corrosion of the outside world. Many people are lost and degraded in this way, and they become unrecognizable in a very short period of time, completely unaware of how old they are, and they believe it themselves if they brag too much......

The heavy snow has been falling in the early morning, the courtyard of the old ancestral hall of the Wu family is crowded with all kinds of people, there is a wide table of eight immortals in the corridor of the main house, Wu Shengli sits alone on a Ming Dynasty Taishi chair, several of his sons and grandsons stand beside him, waiting for the routine program to be staged every morning, and a group of uncles and brothers who are more related by blood are bent over, waiting for the old man's orders at any time like serving Lafayette.

The cloister of the courtyard can't stand so many people at all, and some of the Wu family, who are far away and not so "favored", don't dare to take Qiao at this time, so they can only stand under the heavy snow and stand in the cold wind, but in a dozen minutes, the courtyard is full of snowmen.

If you want to build a pergola, it is not a matter at all, outside this small courtyard, I don't know how many people are waiting to do this kind of thing, and there are many people looking forward to the stars and the moon as if they have a qualification to walk in, but Wu Shengli has been looking at these guys who are dead skins and nephews and grandsons are not pleasing to the eye, so he rubs them in a different way, who dares to have objections if he doesn't speak, his net worth and life are pinched in the hands of this old man, who dares?

The smell of the cold wind was permeating, and it was the chefs in the kitchen who were renovating various flavors of snacks and breakfasts, and a few big girls and little daughters-in-law were hiding under the eaves in the corner, probing their heads to see the movement here.

Wu Shengli's cough and a look, they can read a wealth of information, and they don't need the old man to open his mouth at all, tea, snacks, pipes, knee pads, braziers, hats, cloaks...... Like flowing water, it is done very smoothly, everyone moves quickly, as if this cold wind does not exist, as if they are still in the spring, some people because of the hand, Wu Shengli's eyes, they are excited and red, the dog's leg is not only no one despises, but it attracts some people's jealousy and envy.

The time was in the cold wind and heavy snow at 7:40 in the morning, the snowmen standing in the yard had completely lost their true faces, and a few of them were already crumbling, but they always gritted their teeth at the last moment and persevered, and no one dared to have any objections, until Wu Shengli drank the last small glass of rice wine, he coughed, and suddenly, everyone was busy......

The door of the hall opened, the tablets and portraits in the room came into view, the sacrificial supplies like flowing water were photographed, the incense case was set up, and the snowmen in the courtyard were considered to be the end of the test.

As soon as eight o'clock arrived, the melodious bell rang, and all the filial sons and grandsons lined up in four columns, Wu Shengli changed into a big red official robe in the Ming Dynasty, held the sacrificial vessel, and slowly walked out step by step in the music of the live performance......

Today is the main sacrifice once in fifteen days, so the ceremony is extraordinarily grand and cumbersome, the "filial sons and grandsons" in the courtyard have no room for mixing, the only role is to kneel in the ice and snow, watching the Wu family walk into the ancestral hall one by one, and hurriedly lowered his head, for fear that people would see the jealous and hateful look in his eyes.

The music was excited, and in the ancestral hall, Wu Shengli stood up with the courteous support of the people next to him, and suddenly sang, "The one hundred and fifth generation grandson of the Wu family in Xiangcheng, Wu Shengli respects the ancestors...... Today, there are descendants of Wu Chen who have achieved the divine position, enjoy the supreme honor, bow down to the world, and dare not obey the order, woohoo, hard! Now another goddess has come to the world, and her name is: Xi ............"

This nondescript sacrificial words, Wu Shengli sang the tone and frustration, the excitement was really difficult for himself, and the repeated broken sounds should have been very funny, but the people at the scene were very obsessed with listening to it......

This cold wind, this heavy snow, can not cool the excitement and heat in people's hearts, and there is honor, deep excitement and pride burning people are all red, in the snow, kneeling began to buckle their heads, one harder than one, one more serious than the other, the invisible solemnity and solemnity rendered out, people who are not qualified to enter can only wait outside the door, have walked from the shelter to the snow and ice, in order to express their admiration and respect.

It is in this increasingly excited and highly recognized environment, the whining siren suddenly appears from all directions, and people's first reaction is not fear and panic, but anger!

Who dares to make trouble at this time, what a big dog!