Before dawn, Li Yanqing used the camphor wooden box as a table, lying under a flickering soybean oil lamp and writing hard, he was writing the story of Sun Wukong vs. Red Boy, he told this story to Qing'er twice, he was already familiar with it, and he could write it with a pen. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The grain tank has bottomed out, there are only two holes left in the money bag, their family is poor, it is impossible to count on his father to earn money, he can only rely on himself.

The story of Tang monks learning scriptures in the Song and Yuan dynasties has various versions circulated among the people, Wu Chengen's Journey to the West is just a collection of masters, Li Yanqing and some classic stories of later generations are refined, dissolved in his pen, making this Monkey King vs. Red Boy story more whimsical, thrilling, but also more twists and turns, suspense, so that readers can't stop.

He has been writing this vernacular novel for ten days, with nearly 50,000 words, and it is about to be finished, and he needs to leave a big suspense for the proprietor of the bookstore to come to him.

At this time, the sound of his father's cough came from the kang, and the wound medicine sent by Mrs. Hu was very effective, and my father's injury gradually improved in just three days, but my body was too weak, and Mrs. Hu stewed an old hen to replenish my father's body.

"Qing'er, what time is it?" Father asked weakly while lying on the kang.

"It's still early!"

Li Yanqing finished writing the last line, he was done, he put down the pen, put away the manuscript, scooped a bowl of chicken soup from the pot and brought it to his father, helped his father sit up, and said with a smile: "Daddy, drink the chicken soup and rest." ”

Li Daqi drank a few sips of chicken soup, turned his head to look outside the door, it was still dark outside, he frowned, "Qing'er, what are you doing so early?" ”

"I'm practicing calligraphy!" Li Yanqing casually pulled out a reason.

Li Daqi was very relieved to see his son so diligent, nodded and taught him: "The poet once said that wealth and nobility must be obtained from hard work, and men must read five car books, Qing'er, if you are so diligent, you will definitely be able to be named on the gold list in the future." ”

His father's three words did not leave the imperial examination, Li Yanqing heard it very harshly, he served his father after drinking chicken soup, helped him lie down, and walked to the courtyard.

"Qing'er, where are you going?"

"I'm going to chop firewood, and I'm going to send it to Uncle Jiu's house in the morning."

Chopping firewood is a job given to him by his neighbor Hu Da, their father and son are so poor that even eating is a problem, Li Yanqing chops firewood for the people in the village, and can exchange a little grain and rice to survive.

Li Daqi's eyes were moist, he felt both ashamed and relieved in his heart, looked at the dark roof and muttered: "Yun Niang, look at our child, he is only six years old, how sensible he is!" ”

The sky is getting brighter, Li Yanqing is struggling to chop wood in the courtyard, whether the manuscript can make money is still unknown, even if it can make money, it will take at least ten days and half a month to have news, far water does not quench the thirst, and now their rice tank is empty.

Li Yanqing shouted in a low voice, and the firewood knife in his hand slashed away like lightning, and a round firewood with a thick bowl mouth was suddenly split in half.

He shook it casually, and the two firewood fell accurately on the firewood stack a zhang away, and he didn't know how he had this ability, although he possessed this stupid boy, although he was stupid, he had extraordinary talent on the other hand.

Li Yanqing took another round firewood and erected it, and slashed it with a knife, 'Bang! A piece of firewood flew out and almost hit Li Daqi, who had just walked to the door.

"Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

"Daddy remembered something very important."

"What's important?"

Li Daqi cleared his throat, "Qing'er, Daddy will take you to the ancestral hall to offer incense later." ”

"I'm not going!" Li Yanqing's face suddenly sank, and he slashed the log in half.

He didn't have a good impression of the so-called Li clan ancestral hall, he had never seen the clansmen help them, especially Liu Chenghong, who injured his father, was the chief housekeeper of the Li clan's family, which made him extremely disgusted with this family, and even a trace of hostility.

"You have to go!"

Li Daqi raised his voice, he would compromise with his son in many things, but he was not ambiguous at all in the matter of going to the ancestral hall, he said to his son very seriously: "You can fall into the well and not die, that is, you have been blessed by your ancestors, I have made a wish for you in front of the ancestors' spirits before, you must go and repay this wish, thank the ancestors for their blessing." ”

"Let's talk about it when Daddy's health is completely better!" When his father recovered from a serious illness, Li Yanqing didn't want to quarrel with him, so he changed his strategy.

Li Daqi understood his son's thoughts, and shook his head resolutely, "My body is fine, and the matter of going to the ancestral hall can't be delayed any longer, anyway, you have to go sooner or later, so it's better to end this matter today." ”

Li Yanqing thought for a while and said, "Then I have something to say first, I don't want to kowtow!" ”

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The Li family is a big family in Tangyin County, and it is said that after they are also celebrities, the clansmen mainly live in Yonghe Township, Tangyin County, which is divided into Lushan, Qianshan, Wencun and Songhe four houses, named after the location.

The ancestral hall of the Li clan was built in Lushan Town, of course, Lushan House is also the backbone of the Li clan, the patriarch of each Li clan is from Lushan House, the current patriarch is called Li Wenyou, and he is also a famous squire in Tangyin County.

The ancestral hall does not rely on the official road, it is built alone at the foot of Lushan Mountain, surrounded by a lush pine and cypress, although it is the season of ten thousand trees withering, but the pine and cypress are still vigorous and green, adding a bit of solemnity to the ancestral hall.

Li Daqi washed his hands and face in the stream outside the ancestral hall with great reverence, but Li Yanqing caught two small fish in the creek and prepared to take them home to make a bowl of fish soup, until his father urged him several times, he walked into the ancestral hall gate extremely reluctantly.

Since the Han and Tang dynasties, ancestral halls have been the political, cultural and spiritual centers of major families, and they are also the bonds that unite the entire family.

Even the poorest people will open up a vacant space in the corner of the thatched hut and put an offering table to worship their ancestors, although there is only a square inch of land, only a stick of incense, and a spiritual card, but it is also the extremely sacred spiritual world of the poor people.

Every year on the first day of the first lunar month, the Li family holds the annual sacrifice, the whole clan has to put on the best clothes, gather in the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, even if someone in the field on that day really can't come back, but also must sacrifice to the ancestors.

In addition to the first day of the first lunar month, every year during the Qingming Festival and the Midyear Festival, there are also small sacrifices to the ancestors, and even each house must gather separately to worship the ancestral hall on the death day of its ancestors.

Sacrificing ancestors was as important and common to the people of the Song Dynasty as eating and sleeping, and the biggest punishment for violating the rules was to cancel the qualification of the clan sacrifice, which would become a great shame in the person's life.

In the past two days, it is obvious that there will be a sacrifice, the courtyard has been covered with carpets, red ribbons and lanterns have been hung on the trees, and two one-man tall bronze incense burners with animal heads stand in the courtyard like two faithful guards.

The ancestral hall of the Li family is not big, covers an area of about two acres, is built with green bricks, in front of the sacrificial compound, when there are too many clansmen, everyone can only stand in the courtyard to hold a ceremony, an old locust tree is planted in the center of the courtyard, the branches are bent and vigorous, full of cracks, at least a hundred years,

A pentagonal building in the middle is the main hall dedicated to the spiritual throne of the ancestors and ancestors, the left and right wings, the left is the hall where the family elders discuss the major affairs of the clan, and the right is the patriarchal hall that punishes the clansmen and maintains the authority of the family.

Below the township, the laws of the Great Song Dynasty have no meaning, and the family patriarchy is the royal way.

To the left of the wing room is a corridor leading to the backyard, which is very small, with only two huts, which should be the residence of the caretaker of the ancestral hall.

Li Daqi was extremely religious, and when he walked into the courtyard, he first knelt down respectfully and kowtowed three times.

Although Li Yanqing knew that the ancestral hall was important, he didn't have the heart, at this time, his legs were like two hard iron rods, and it was impossible to make them bend and kneel.

Li Daqi understood his son's thoughts, but he didn't dare to let his ancestors know, so he sighed secretly, and did not force his son to kneel and kowtow in the courtyard.

"Qing'er, I'll go to your fourth uncle to ask for two incense, you go to worship your ancestors first, and your father will come soon."

Li Daqi hurriedly went to the backyard to find the keeper of the ancestral hall, Li Yanqing looked around the courtyard, he was only interested in the pair of beast-headed copper incense burners, and after speculating about how much they could be sold for, he walked towards the main hall.

The door of the main hall was hidden, and there seemed to be a figure shaking inside, Li Yanqing looked into the crack in the door, and saw a gray-haired middle-aged man standing in front of the offering table, who was secretly holding the wine jug on the offering table and pouring wine into a small gourd.

Li Yanqing was stunned for a moment, someone actually stole wine in the main hall.