The New Year of this era is called the New Year, unlike the later generations who have no New Year's flavor at all, here, the New Year is an activity that the whole society interacts with, and no one will get out of it.

Early in the morning, Mao Jue was still sleeping with tears in his eyes, and he couldn't help but reach into the quilt with a cold little hand, and his throat cooled him.

The ancients were really much more diligent than modern people, and in later generations, they still rubbed their eyes when they went to work at seven o'clock, and the cooks and maids in the Governor's Mansion got up at three o'clock in the morning to get busy, and when Mao Jue hung up at five o'clock, a large table of sumptuous dishes had been placed on the table in the banquet hall.

It's a pity that it's not for him to eat, at least not now.

Westerners used to laugh at Orientals like this, you make a big table of dishes to offer, can the ancestors climb out to eat? But the belief of the Ming people in this era is that regardless of whether the ancestors can climb out to eat, this intention must be fulfilled, so that the ancestors can smile at Jiuquan and bless future generations, and the concept of serving dishes in China is qi, not shape, just like the Buddha enjoys the gas of incense and candles, after the ancestors enjoy it, the remaining form is the legacy of the ancestors, and the descendants need to eat it, and they can't let the blessings fall into other homes or waste in vain.

This era is not wasteful, big fish and big meat take a form and then pour it out, this is a luxury custom that only later generations have.

Ancestor worship is of such great significance to the Chinese that even Mao Wenlong passed on a black Taoist robe, his half-white hair was meticulously combed, and he moved step by step with incense, leading the entire clan team.

The rank was also invited from the Governor's Mansion, and in order to show respect, it was placed in the top room of the West Building.

However, following him into the room, even Mao Jue couldn't raise a trace of laughter, the most shocking time for him every year was not when the fierce battle was in full swing and the cannon roared, but when the ancestors were worshipped.

Full of eyes, on the high offering table, densely packed with I don't know how many ranks, in the smoke of candles and cigarettes, the heaviness and solemnity are extraordinarily depressing, and there are only a few people who kneel down in so many ranks, Mao Wenlong, Zhang, Shen, Mao Jue, Suyi, Adriana!

It's not that Mao Jue's ancestors are so many, these are all killed in the past ten years, the Mao family is from the Liaoyang clan, the Houjin invaded Liaoyang, slaughtered 70,000, the Mao family is more than 200 people, Mao Jue's mother's family Wen family is more than 300 people, and the dozen or so people who survived the Governor's Mansion now, how painful the trauma caused by the war is, you can imagine.

Therefore, what kind of Tongjian slave hat was deducted for Mao Wenlong in later generations, Mao Jue would never believe it, this kind of blood feud is not shared!

However, this year, Mao Wenlong seems to be in a much better mood, and he only prays silently at the tablet of the clansmen, although he occasionally glares at himself has not changed. After praying for a whole hour, after communicating with the ancestors, Mao Wenlong held his knees up, and led his children out silently, here Mao Jue is most worried about Adriana, after all, she believes in Catholicism, and the relationship between China and the Vatican Pope in later generations is so stiff, because the Pope does not allow Chinese Christians to worship their ancestors.

However, it seems that he is worried too much, this girl seems to know very well the truth of marrying a chicken and a dog, and she bows down as seriously as she prays, which reassures Mao Jue and looks at her at the same time.

Next, it can be regarded as ready to be served, the attendants brought the dishes after the sacrifice to the hall on the second floor, and the foreign family members such as Wenmeng and Shen Shikui have been waiting there for a long time, or Mao Wenlong sat down first, and the others sat down next to a few round tables one after another, but what is interesting this year is that the sitting order has changed again.

Although Mao Wenlong is a martial artist and does not pay attention to any women who do not go to the court, Mrs. Zhang still has a table on the side, and Shen Shikui's wife, ancestors and grandchildren of the three generations of ladies and ladies are seated together. In previous years, he was next to him as the deputy chief soldier, Mao Wenlong's father-in-law Shen Shikui, but this year, after Mao Jue habitually wanted to sit down, Mao Wenlong suddenly pulled his wrist and sat directly beside him.

seemed to be stunned, but Shen Shikui didn't say anything, silently stepped back a position, and the Dongjiang generals who came to pay their respects in the morning looked at this scene, and their eyes couldn't help but flicker a few times.

This young marshal of the Mao family, who is like a meteor and a half rise, finally sat in the position of the second in command of the Dongjiang River, and once the old handsome retires in the future, it is self-evident who the heir is, such as Li Jiucheng, Chen Jisheng, and the five brothers of the Liu family, and they also have a number in their hearts.

However, for Mao Jue, such a short transfer of rights has not yet tasted it, and even before a piece of pig's head meat has been bitten twice, Mao Wenlong put down the chopsticks again, got up and left the table, so that he had to put down the chopsticks with a whimper. After all, the Mao family is also an official family, and on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, they must be fasted to remind their children and grandchildren that it is not easy to start a business, and they must concentrate on keeping their business! Don't be arrogant!

Today is destined to be hungry for a long time.

The troubles of the New Year are not only these, just like the existence of the Yalu Riverside city, now Yizhou has replaced Phi Dao and become the most prosperous place in Dongjiang Town, this place of sacrifice is also located in Yizhou, with the carriage going out, tens of thousands of people within a radius of dozens of miles have gathered in Yizhou, for several years, this Liaodong battlefield has not been so lively.

It is also in accordance with the tradition, the official family organized the township to worship the emperor and the queen of the earth, the god of the community, bless the wind and rain next year, there is a big harvest year, the previous few years were spent on Phi Island, Mao Jue really didn't expect that his defense area would have such a grand scene, he couldn't sit still in the carriage, frequently opened the window, and looked out.

Not only him, the two girls are the two brains are poked out, the later generations in October are used to seeing the crowded scenery of the highway, but in this era, the land is sparsely populated, it is not easy to survive, and it is a rare spectacle to be lively, in front of the whole large team of gatherings, is tied with red silk around the waist, beating gongs and drums excited villagers Zhuangding, behind is the villagers wearing brocade robes with crutches, and then behind, on a stretcher made of wooden sticks, carrying a pig, a cow, a sheep, three guys with four legs tied strong, Kneeling on the stretcher, they looked around in horror, obviously they couldn't understand why these two-legged monkeys were so excited to be in heat today.

The city gate of Yizhou has also been prepared, about nine o'clock in the morning, the mighty team of the New Year gathered under the city, two big red lanterns were first hung on the east city gate building by Liu Chong and they laughed, and then a large string of firecrackers crackled and threw out, frightened a group of children near the city gate covered their heads and fled, but they couldn't help but look back from a distance, one by one scared and novel appearance, quite interesting.

At this time, Yizhou has also undergone Mao Jue's destruction and transformation, and there are fewer houses, but they are all two-story small buildings, and there are many people living in them, and the roads are also a lot wider. Fortunately, the main road and everything were widened, otherwise it would not have been able to accommodate so many people.

Beating gongs and drums until the center of the city, the original Zhenglanqi Yamen, now the office of the Yizhou Urban Management Brigade, the excited crowd finally stopped, men, women and children, as well as the doll riding on the father's neck, holding a sugar gourd and wearing a flower jacket are all engrossed in looking upward. At the entrance of the yamen, the platform that had already been set up and covered with red cloth was also placed on the god of ceres, the god of rain, and the god of earth, and a group of villagers also walked on the stage with their hands tied, and today's protagonists, pigs, cows, and sheep were also carried up.

Mao Wenlong had already gotten off the carriage in front, Mao Jue naturally couldn't lie on the car anymore, so he hurriedly led his two girls to jump down, and followed behind Mao Wenlong step by step, but watching the old man walk up with his hands behind his back, Mao Jue always felt that something was wrong.

Before he could think about it, a gong was struck, and a strong man on the outermost side shouted loudly.

"Commander Mao is here! Please ask Governor Mao to preside over the spring festival!"

is so unambiguous, in Mao Jue's gaze, his old man flicked his sleeves in a chic manner, and roared angrily as soon as his voice was raised.

"Open~Matsuri~"

Click~

It is said that before the Sarhu War, the commander Yang Hao ordered the killing of cattle and sacrificed to the sky, but Liaodong's military equipment was slack, the general's knives were actually rusty, and the three knives did not cut off the bull's head, which cast a layer of clouds over the battle, but in Tieyi, this problem is obviously not a problem by the river, and the large iron workshop of thousands of people is producing day and night, and there is no shortage of iron ore here, and the steel knife edge is probably better than that used in the camp of the 12th Beijing Regiment, three crisp sounds, and the three heads flew out.

Without hesitation of the blood that spewed out, several strong men fluttered off the stage, picked up their heads, and enshrined them on the altar, all the men, women and children on the street also bowed down with Mao Wenlong's worship, and the shaman shook his head and recited the sacrificial text.

"The emperor and queen of heaven are on the top, and the people of the Dongjiang River are pious and worshipy, and the ceremony begins."

"The blood of the three animals, the ointment of the fertile field, the tribute to the desk, the blessing of begging, the sky, what is it? Prosperous and vast, what is the end? In the world of life, why are there many worries? Famine and sickness, sorrow haunting my heart!"

"You are blessed, the wind and rain are excellent, bless me Dongjiang, the five grains are abundant, and the four o'clock are enshrined, don't dare to forget! The people of Dongjiang salute!"

"Licheng!"

The wizard didn't recite a paragraph, and the crowd had to kowtow once, and after reciting three paragraphs, the crowd also kowtowed three times and got up.

Today he knelt down, Mao Jue's kneeling knee was a little painful, but when he stood up, he also felt a sense of joy and relaxation in his heart.

It is true that these rituals may seem tedious and dull, but it is these wishes with good expectations that make us unique and give people a common sense of identity. Mao Jue came from the later generations of reinforced concrete, the life material of that era was countless times better now, but the spiritual culture is facing a void, young people indulge in nightclubs, to advocate all kinds of foreign festivals, the sense of identity left by the ancestors, but more and more are lost.

Not only Mao Jue, but also the people below seemed to be immersed in a sense of ease and excitement, whispering to each other, but this time, the gong sounded again, and the strong man who supported him shouted again.

"Folks, please ask our parents, Mao Dashuai to tell us a few words!"

Mao Jue then remembered, how did he feel that something was wrong, in previous years, Mao Wenlong's speech to boost morale was an indispensable scene, so he always wrote a manuscript in advance and held it in his hand, but this year, he was empty-handed, and suddenly, Mao Jue had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, on one side, Mao Wenlong smiled and gestured his hand to Mao Jue.

"Parents are the official this year, but I don't dare to be the official! To be honest, the old man didn't expect that the old man's dog could create such a grand occasion for the Dongjiang River, I don't know how to speak, today, let your Mao General give you a lecture! ”

"Please, General!"

The strong man who presided over was also a Tieyi tunhu, and even Mao Wenlong was so approving that he immediately bowed and saluted with great excitement, and the crowd below was also filled with excited shouts.

"General!"

Tieyi has been in action for more than three years, and the leader has spoken Mao Jue, which is really the first time that a big girl has been on a sedan chair, and it is not good to go up in this case, his scalp is numb, and he walked to the front stiffly.

"Fathers and fellow villagers......"

(End of chapter)