Ding Zhang appeared in the longan forest on the bank of the river, and no one noticed it. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info go up along the river, it is the GC area into the city to meet you, is the historical flavor brought by the old house.

He asked a few people, and finally found the old house of the Zheng family on West Street.

"It's amazing that there are still people living there." Ding Zhang looked at the periphery of the Zheng family's old mansion, at least one or two hundred years old.

It is estimated that the time when Zheng Gong was shipwrecked at sea, at least about 200 years, has been passed down in this way, and it has been passed down for nearly ten generations, I don't know if they still recognize Zheng Gong, an ancient ancestor.

Zheng Gong didn't say it, it is estimated that Zheng Gong's two children, Zheng Yilun and Zheng Haiyang, even if they were not killed at sea, have been nearly 200 years and must have forgotten them.

Ding Zhang walked up the steps, grabbed the old-fashioned iron ring on the door, and knocked lightly a few times, "Is there anything?" ”

After a while, an old man's voice came from inside, "What are you rubbing?" ”

Ding Zhang reacted for a while, this is Hokkien, which means "something", but these three words are not very friendly.

"I'm from our house, I want to ask if we have grandfathers named Zheng Yilun and Zheng Haiyang?" Ding Zhang also answered in proficient Hokkien dialect.

The old man walked out and looked at Ding Zhang for a long time before he replied, "I'm not sorry." ”

Ding Zhang was speechless, the old man didn't even know a word, and it seemed that only the old man lived here, and he was really not good at communicating. If you hadn't had the ability to learn the language, you would have mastered Hokkien dialect immediately, otherwise you would have been blasted out a long time ago.

The Hokkien people regard all Mandarin speakers as "Abeizai" and "Ashao", and the defense of outsiders has a deal with the people of Shencheng. Of course, if you drink with the Hokkien people a few times, they will accept it sincerely.

In this regard, the people of southern Fujian are better to get along with than the people of Shencheng, and they do not have a condescending attitude, and they feel that the whole country is poor.

"Do we have a family tree in the house?"

Cuo is a house. We are the people here, fellow villagers.

"I'm not sorry!" The old man stood at the door, just not letting Ding Zhang in, "What do you want to rub into?" ”

"I'm a friend of our old Zheng family, begging for food in Philibi. In the morning, Zheng Gong went out to ask for the sea, and I came to deal with it. ”

Ding Zhang said that he was an old friend of the Zheng family and lived in the Philippines. In the early years, the Zheng family went overseas and had an accident, and he came back to help deal with it.

"It's been hundreds of years, and Lou Zu has been dead for more than a hundred years." Behind the old man, someone made a voice, and it seemed that he was the owner of the house.

However, the old man was in a wheelchair, and the person who opened the door should be the male nanny invited by the old man, "Ada, let Yi in." ”

Ding Zhang nodded and walked into the ancient house. This house has a unique swallowtail ridge in southern Fujian, the walls are a combination of bricks and stones, and the carving is very Nanyang style, biased towards Europeanization, which is the product of the combination of Chinese and Western.

There are two entrances to the house, and when he walked into the deep well, Ding Zhang greeted the old man in the wheelchair, "Hello Abo, are there no young people living here?" ”

The old man in the wheelchair has white hair, and he has the temperament of a scholar, and he can see at a glance that Ding Zhang is not a local, so he said directly in Mandarin, "I have gone out to foreign countries." The eldest son is in the United States, and the younger son is in the United Kingdom, and they are both out. ”

"You're looking after the house alone?"

"I'm used to living, and I'm reluctant to go. My sons occasionally come back to see my old antique, hehe......" The old man's expression seemed to be a little yearning.

After a moment of silence, he said to the male nanny, "Ada, take out the genealogy at my bedside." ”

"Huh!" In Hokkien, "he" means "good".

"Young man, how do you know the name of my ancestor?" The old man's voice was not high, but he was still very clear, "This house was built by the Ocean Lord." It's been more than 150 years. Lou Zu is also Haiyang Gong, my ancestor. ”

Ding Zhang looked in from the deep well, and on the desk in the hall, there was a portrait, which was Lou Zu and Zheng Haiyang. Many places in southern Fujian have this custom.

"I was fishing at sea, and I accidentally caught a golden urn, which was your ancestor. Zheng Gong's Divine Ancestor Card is also inside, which was set up by Zheng Yilun and Zheng Haiyang. ”

The old man took the genealogy and turned the pages one by one.

"Haiyang Gong's father is Zheng Atu, who went to Nanyang to make a living. Our branch is the descendants of the Ocean Gong. One of the Lun Gong moved to the Philippines. ”

Ding Zhang couldn't help but sigh, a genealogy is too important.

"You sent back our ancestors' golden bucket urns?" The old man reacted, "You are the benefactor of our family. Ah Tu Gong was finally able to enter the ancestral tomb. ”

The wheelchair old man talked about this, his eyes were a little moist, "It's been almost 200 years." I told all the children to come back and worship their ancestors together. ”

There is a folk proverb in southern Fujian, "If you don't go back to the New Year, you don't have a home, and if you don't go back to Qingming, you don't have an ancestor." "People who don't go home during the Spring Festival don't have a wife; Those who did not go home during the Qingming Festival did not recognize their ancestors.

The wanderers of the Qingming Festival will go home to worship their ancestors.

"Shall I send you the golden urn first? You also know what etiquette you want when the time comes. ”

"Okay, I have inconvenient legs, so I'll trouble you." The old man held Ding Zhang's hand tightly, trembling constantly, and looked very excited.

"No, that's as it should be." Ding Zhang hurriedly called a tricycle, took out two urns from near Longyan Land, and put them in the car.

"Lion boy, if you put the golden urn on my car, my luck will fail."

Lion boy is a saying that greets people, to the effect that it means gay. The coachman was obviously unhappy, and the dead man's things, put on the car, were very unsightly.

Ding Zhang took out 200 yuan, "Bad situation, just go to the Zheng family's old house on West Street." ”

Bad is the Hokkien word for embarrassment.,Sorry for this kind of meaning.。

The coachman thought for a while, put away the money, and advised, "You cover it with a black cloth, don't let people see it, it's not good-looking." ”

As soon as he arrived at the door of Zheng's old house, Ada rushed out, took a piece of burnt gold paper, folded it into a special shape, wiped it on the coachman a few times, and said something in his mouth.

It is to the effect that "all the bad luck goes, don't get started" and something like that.

Then, he stuffed a big red envelope into the pocket of the car, and the driver left without saying anything.

Ada picked up a golden urn and entered through the side door, "Go here." ”

Ding Zhang also followed him and helped move another golden bucket urn into it and put it in the side room.

Ada hurriedly took out the burning gold paper, wiped it a few times on Ding Zhang's body, chanted words in his mouth, and then gave Ding Zhang a big red envelope.

The wheelchair old man also gave Ada a big red envelope, and the matter was finally completed.

This is a kind of ritual, Jingzong chases the distance, and Ding Zhang does not want to comment.

"Young man, rest for a while before leaving." The old man has already made tea in the living room, "Drink some Guanyin tea, this year's autumn tea, the taste is okay." ”

Ding Zhang nodded, sat down, and the matter finally came to an end.

The aroma of tea leaves came to his nose, and the tea he drank before did not necessarily have such a strong tea fragrance, which deserved to be a good tea.

It seems that the old man is in a very good family, but he doesn't want to leave his homeland, so he lives here. Ding Zhang took a few sips of tea, and unconsciously, a wave of sleepiness hit.