Chapter 252 - At the beginning of the first month, swallowing like a martial artist (I)

The next day, the first month of the first month, is the day of ancestor worship.

After the family finished breakfast, Gu Tianxiong personally took the lead, took his son and grandson, and climbed straight to the hill behind the mansion.

At the beginning of the first month, the ancestors should be worshipped, and the men and women of all sizes should go to the grave to toast with incense, but this does not work in the ancient family.

Gu Tianxiong is not a domineering taste, a typical feudal thought, in his words for decades, a woman should not go to the ancestral tomb of the ancient family, not that he will not be flexible, eat the ancient, and look down on the other half of the sky, but this old guy is a person who has experienced that era, the first fifty or sixty years, the ancestor worship is not seen half a woman, and after thirty years, it has become a habit, even Yuan Rong, the daughter-in-law who sits in the back house of the ancient family, is not qualified to walk to the ancestral tomb today.

However, it is said that it is the ancestral tomb, in fact, it is two large stone tablets, the real ancestor of the ancient family, still lying in the poor ravine, Rao is Gu Tianxiong is bold and dare not move the bones of his father's ancestors here, not to mention that Gu Tianxiong invited someone to see it, the ancestral tomb of the ancient family is indeed buried in a piece of feng shui treasure land, it is impossible to move.

So Gu Tianxiong simply on the mountainside of Yuquan Mountain, invited a good feng shui master, aimed at a piece of land, and set up two stone tablets conscriptively, the block is his Laozi, the block is his grandfather's, the two stone tablets are close to the up, but the block is slightly high, the block is slightly short, the father's low, grandfather's height, and there is a vacant land in front, because Gu Tianxiong spoke, this vacant land is reserved for himself, and after a hundred years, the bones are on the eight treasures, and the "watermark" is used before his death, which can be buried here for future generations to worship. It can be seen that Gu Tianxiong has even thought about the way back, but unfortunately he can't return to his roots and be buried next to his father's grave.

This is probably also the helplessness of being a founding father, many times, many things, once the coffin is closed, will be changed beyond recognition by the living. Because there are always some people who think they are smart, who will shout when they do smart things, - the idea of a dead man.

The incense is sprinkled with burning paper, and Gu Tianxiong deserves it.

The old guy has a serious expression, and it can be said that he is worshipping - meticulously, and when he comes up, he is crisp in front of the stone monument! Yes, it's really brittle, and then burn the paper, light the incense and toast - the air is not - a little mud and water. After Gu Tianxiong finished sprinkling, it was Gu Maosong's turn, and then it was Gu Mao's turn to toast, and then it was Gu Le's turn. After that, in front of the stele, firecrackers were set off for a whole hour, and the three of the Gu family, without pretending to be pretentious and sad, people have been dead for decades, and only Gu Tianxiong is a little imprinted on the underground - father and son, Gu Maosong has never seen his grandfather and ancestors.

What about Gu Le, not to mention God knows how many times the guys below have been cast, who knows how happy and chic they are there at this time? Anyway, from top to bottom of the Gu family, except for Lao Tzu's mother Gu Tianxiong, Gu Le is not very interested in anyone, even if it is Lin Fang, the old man, Gu Le rarely looks at him squarely.

Gu Shaojie is a little friendly, but he hasn't entered the eyes of Gu Le.

After the ancestor worship was completed, tens of thousands of firecrackers were also put off, but Gu Tianxiong did not leave, stood in front of his Laozi stele, wiped the dust on the stele, and looked at the foot of Yuquan Mountain, and said with some emotion: "The living people fight for this and that, and there is no stop." How about the power and power, and what about the wealth of the family, when you die, it is not burned to ashes, buried in the soil, no one is nobler than anyone, no one is happier than anyone, there is no end to the sky forever. ”

"The old man is old!"

Looking at Gu Tianxiong, who was supported by Lin Fang and walked down the mountain, Gu Maosong raised his head to look at the sky and whispered to himself, only to see his mouth move, and he couldn't hear what the powerful man said. …,

Gu Le stood next to him and didn't leave in a hurry.

"Let's go!" Gu Maosong lost his mind - will, for the first time to Gu Le, this is the first time since the last time the father and son had a-for-tat confrontation, Gu Maosong spoke to Gu Le calmly, and by the way, he also played a cigarette to Gu Le.

Gu Le took it, lit it, and followed him.

Gu Maosong touched his pocket, took out a lighter from it, lit a cigarette, took a sip, and said proudly: "A man can't have no power every day, and he can't have no money every day, the great truth that will remain unchanged through the ages!" People's lives are all fighting, fighting against the sky, fighting with the earth, fighting with the enemy, and fighting with themselves, what they see is who is more ruthless than the other, poisonous, shameless, bold, and black-bellied...... In fact, to put it bluntly, people have been gambling all their lives, and political gambling is even more cruel. Don't look at the real power we hold, in a word, we can dominate the direction of the province, but who knows, our group of gamblers are gambling with their own lives and the lives of their families. - Mistakes are not as simple as losing all games. ”

Gu Maosong smoked again. Yan, seeing that Gu Le was silent, said again: "Looking at the large and small families in the capital, who doesn't want to live a stable life, because they have power and money in their hands, everyone wants to live a comfortable life, but they don't have a home, they will put their hearts down and live." I play chess every day, and I plan this every day! For what? It's not that I'm afraid of becoming a pawn in the torrent - only being used as cannon fodder. The rise of a family is to step on the bones of others, that family, there is no blood in the hands, there are few enemies and political enemies, do not want to be used as pawns, drowned in the torrent, you have to go up, just like standing on the edge of the cliff and walking on a single-plank bridge, only by moving forward bravely, can you look at the people who have not crossed the bridge on the opposite side. ”

Gu Maosong quickly flicked the cigarette ash: "I also want to be a rich man and live a peaceful life, but since I am involved, there is almost no chance to get out!" Either death or life, rise or fall. There is no second way. ”

At this moment, Gu Maosong was arrogant and angry, swallowing like a tiger. Today, he said these words for the first time, and Gu Le naturally heard the deep meaning. Gu Maosong is not talking, he is a person who does not talk much, there is no need, and he does not speak easily.

The two fathers and sons took a big stride, but instead of going down the mountain, they climbed to the top of Yuquan Mountain.

There was no one around, only a team of guards in the distance, looking for it, invisibly, creating a rare scene of father and son alone.

Gu Le hesitated and asked: "This time, are you betting too much, with the current situation of the ancient family, placing such a big bet, do you really think that you are invincible in the world?" Still do you think it's fun? ”

Gu Maosong said noncommittally: "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, it's just whether you dare to bet." Since someone has placed a bet, I have to play with them, after all, in this world, there must always be two variables, otherwise, the pool is stagnant, and I can't be interested. Moreover, this time, those families are determined to get involved, and even the back road is ready, heh, this capital, there is a good show to watch, at most - a month, at the latest half a month, someone will take the lead in holding back and preparing to do a big job. Hehe, this is a pull-start the whole body, the back road, is there really a back road? Twenty years ago, the Qi family was not ready for the way back, but they died cleanly! If you really want to play ruthlessly, this is full of capital, Lao Tzu called the second, and no one dared to call the —......"

Gu Le smiled—smiled, and asked, "Are you really so sure that you are not worried that the gutter will capsize?" I don't think that you have been an ordinary person for 20 years, and you are really capable of doing a great job. ”

Gu Maosong laughed, disapproving of his son's sarcasm, and said: "If I lose, I will go in, the Gu family has not collapsed yet, with your grandfather's Dinghai God Needle, in the army, or my Gu family has the final say." If you take another step back, even if the Bai family-Xiong family doesn't do it this time, in another ten years, someone will seize the opportunity to do a big job, so whoever sits in the current position of the ancient family will be the target of the public, because there are not many others in the capital, and there are more wolf ambitions. But did the two unfashionable families really toss such a big storm? Who is behind them? If my guess is correct, I'm afraid there will be a giant whale in this storm. But it doesn't matter, I don't care who is behind the two families, what I'm afraid of is that there is a problem with the group of descendants who were raised by the old man himself, if it is really like this, it will be a lot of fun......". …,

Gu Le knew that Lao Tzu would not be untargeted, since he said it, then inside the Gu family, there is definitely a cat in it.

Woe to Xiao Wall, talk about the rotten truth.

Gu Maosong smoked cigarettes unhurriedly, endlessly, full of old smoking guns, and he had a habit of smoking two more cigarettes every time he smoked agricultural cigarettes.

Gu Le smiled and asked, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"Do nothing!" Gu Maosong stopped and stood, looked into the distance, and sneered: "Actually, this time, I hope that you, the old man, and the entire Gu family, will not get involved, because this little wind and waves has not yet come forward for the old man." Moreover, I have also raised a lot of chess pieces over the years, which should come in handy, if it really comes forward to the old man, this matter, hehe, I'm afraid it won't be death - how simple it is for two people! ”

"I'm afraid that this matter is not as simple as you think!" Gu Le looked into the distance. A large black cloud pressed on the capital, as if: "This day, it seems to be changing!" ”

Gu Maosong was noncommittal, and changed the topic: "Boy, I'm curious, very curious, take advantage of this time to tell me." ”

Gu Le closed his eyes and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Gu Maosong glanced at his son and said: "I'm very curious, you, as my son, the Gu family's son of the "watermark", you have a good martial arts, you dare to kill people in anger, it can be seen that you are also a decisive person to kill, but I am curious, after you snatched hundreds of millions of huge funds from Hua Ziran, why did you wave your hand and throw it to Yang Xuance, don't you care, and you often don't have any money on your body, don't you like money?" Boy, you have too many weirdness, so that Lao Tzu can't see it clearly! Tell me today, you don't like power or money, what is your pursuit? ”

"What am I after?" Gu Le muttered to himself!

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