"Chun'er, Chun'er, come out and help." The sudden sound outside the house woke up the stunned Jiang Qu, and Jiang Chun, who looked at her with a sympathetic face.

Hearing that it was Aunt Rong's voice, Jiang Quinoa hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and went out. Seeing Aunt Rong holding a thick cloth, Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun hurriedly took one by one, but they were both shocked by the weight in their hands and almost fell to the ground.

"Ouch, be careful, this is just sent by the patriarch, it's not easy to dry if it's dirty and washed on such a day." Aunt Rong reminded.

After taking the things into the house, Jiang Qu asked, "Aunt Rong, what did the patriarch do when he sent the cloth over?" "Especially this pure white linen.

Aunt Rong gasped and said, "What to do?" It's not for the Winter Moon Festival yet. Speaking of this, Aunt Rong was still a little indignant, "This matter was obviously provoked by the Seventh Old Lady, why did it finally fall on us." Where is this tailoring and dressmaking an easy job, this year is in a hurry, not more people to help, the seventh old lady actually said that the young lady has learned to be a female red, and she has to use it. ”

Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun listened to Aunt Rong complaining about the elders, and they couldn't answer for a while.

"Hey, come on." When the door was knocked open from the outside, Sister Lotus rushed in with three pieces of cloth, Jiang Chun was close to the door, and helped move the cloth to the table and put it away.

"Hey, this cloth is pretty heavy." Lotus said with a smile, seeing that Aunt Rong's face was not good, she said: "Forget it, the master also wrote back to say that the matter of buying cloth is all filial piety, and I don't care about it." Just thirty or so clothes, let's hurry up. ”

Aunt Rong didn't feel sorry for the money to buy cloth, she was angry with the attitude of the seventh old lady just now, when she didn't understand the meaning of his words, didn't she mean that Miss was a girl's family, and it was a waste and waste of money to invite Mr. and Master Nuhong. He also said how clever and talented his grandson was, and how the gentleman praised him. No matter how smart his grandson is, it doesn't crawl out of his wife's belly, and he just can't enjoy the things of the Jiang family. Aunt Rong thought hatefully.

"There are only eight days left before the Winter Moon Festival, and we still have to hurry up to make these thirty clothes, and Miss and Chun'er also came to help with the tailoring. I, my purse, and my sister-in-law Li are in a hurry. Aunt Rong endured her anger and arranged.

Jiang Quinoa and Jiang Chun have no problem, a few people discussed, Wang Li also came, Jiang Quinoa's house was big enough, a few people dispersed, and began to start tailoring.

The Winter Moon Festival is a big festival held every three years, which is a major event in the Jiang clan. First, I came to cherish the ancestors and thank the ancestors for their kindness. Second, they also begged for the blessing of their ancestors. For the Jiang clan, no matter how far and how developed they are, this is their root, even if some of the Jiang clan people have moved out of Jiangli Village, they still come back to participate in the Winter Moon Festival on this day, and they have money to contribute power.

Jiang Xun is far away in the capital, and the way back and forth is long, and he is not easy to leave his post without permission. When he was admitted to the Jinshi, he had already accused his ancestors. He is the glory of Jiangli Village, and of course no one will blame him. What's more, although Jiang Xun didn't come back himself, he asked his family to contribute money and efforts. He would send back a sum of money every year to use for the Winter Moon Festival, and Jiang Tiezhu also went to the ancestral hall every year to help.

Originally, the sacrifice was a major event of the Jiang family, although Jiang Tiezhu's surname was Jiang, he was not from the Jiang clan, and it would break the rules if he asked him to help. But he also knows the rules, and he never takes half a step into the ancestral hall, but only helps to build a platform and carry things outside. It was cold and heavy outside, and the people around didn't want to stay outside, so they could hide, and they all ran to the ancestral hall to work easily. At this time, Jiang Tiezhu's honesty and honesty were very prominent, although the patriarch admired him very much, but they also had to regret: "It's a pity that it's not the descendants of our Jiang family." ”

One of the great features of the Winter Moon Festival is that it will select thirty young and promising descendants of the Jiang clan to chant and read the sacrificial words in unison. These people should be young, preferably men between the ages of sixteen and twenty-four, and men of this age are the hope of the Jiangsu tribe, and naturally they can bear this burden.

The sacrificial words used to be written by the elders of the Jiang clan, but later the reading atmosphere in the Jiang clan gradually declined, and there were not many people left who read, so it was difficult to write brilliant sacrificial words. It wasn't until Jiang Xun was a middle school student in the examination and successfully passed the examination to raise people and jinshi all the way, which made the Jiang clan see the hope of reading, and the reading atmosphere prevailed again. And since Jiang Xun passed the exam, it naturally fell on his head.

Jiang Xun did not fall into the name of the old man, these few sacrifices were written very brilliantly, and the feelings were sincere, so that the people who came to watch the winter moon festival in Jiangli Village were full of praise, which also made the people of Jiangli Village honored.

This year's sacrificial message Jiang Xun has been sent back two days ago, and now the patriarch should already be choosing someone. Because these things have little to do with Jiang Quinoa, she hasn't paid attention to them before, and she really doesn't know who she chooses.

Jiang Chun was also thinking about this, but she was concerned about who would read this year's Song Zuen?

"The patriarch didn't say it." Aunt Rong thought for a while and said, "Anyway, it's those brothers, Jiang Youcai, who wants to come to the seventh uncle's house, and Jiang Youcai, the second uncle, have a better chance of making up for it." ”

The thirty places for chanting and reciting the sacrificial words every year are the hot spots for everyone to compete for, and being selected shows that you are a promising son of the Jiang family, and this is the time for a long face. Moreover, thirty equally young people dressed in unison and chanted the words of the sacrifice in a loud voice, and others looked neat and handsome, and it would be even better if anyone else looked at them to make a good marriage. And every Jiang family is proud to be able to read the sacrificial words once in his lifetime.

If these thirty places are for everyone to compete for, then this Song Zuen's talent is the most outstanding and beautiful, but it is not just young, so the competition is slightly smaller.

The last Song Zuen was a brother of Jiang Quinoa named Jiang Huayuan, who was only eleven years old at the time, but he was a handsome little beautiful man, and he had a lot of fame in the city at a young age. Three years ago, he came back to participate in the Winter Moon Festival, and I heard that even many people in the city were alarmed. The few classmates he brought back who came to join in the fun, Jiang Qu had seen it from afar, and the style of those people was by no means ordinary children of a businessman's family. Jiang Huayuan is introverted, but he is very approachable, and the elders also like him, and even now the parents in the village will take him as an example when they teach their children.

So far this year, several families in the city have not returned, and I don't think they will fight for the place of Song Zuen anymore, and I don't know who will be selected this year.

"I like to make up for my cousin." Jiang Chun pouted: "The talented cousin doesn't speak well, he shakes and shakes with a broken fan all day long, and he is not afraid of freezing himself in this winter." As long as he stood there, he would not be allowed to speak to anyone else, and he had to listen to him. He likes to talk about how the city is and how the country is going, and the tone of his words is very uncomfortable for me to hear, as if he looks down on the country people when he goes to the city to study. After all, isn't he a country kid too? is also a student, and his cousin is not like him. ”