"What do you mean, Steward Obscure?" The villagers were simple, not confused, reacted, and suddenly noticed that there was a different meaning in Han Hui's words, and hurriedly asked.

Spring ploughing in ancient times was not as casual as in later generations, and some sacrificial ceremonies were held to ask for the blessing of ancestors or gods, such as bumper harvests of grains, wind and rain, etc., however, this kind of thing does not necessarily have to be presided over by Han Hui, after all, according to the rules, he does not have this qualification.

It's just that, just as Han Rui remembers, his status in the village is not ordinary, there are dozens of families in Hanjia Village, with a population of more than 300, of which 99.9% are surnamed Han, Han Rui is a descendant of the long house, there is no need to elect at all, he was born to be the head of this lineage, and he should preside over any sacrificial activities in the clan.

Of course, there are exceptions, Han Rui was young and young in the past, especially in the past few years, he has been sick and bedridden all the year round, as Han Rui's housekeeper, Han Hui is naturally responsible to replace Han Rui and bear everything.

“…… Now, Lang Jun is well and aging, and he should also take on the responsibility of the patriarch. Han Han explained: "After all, a certain is just a servant, and occasionally he is already uneasy in his heart, how dare he overstep his responsibilities for a long time, presumably, Qilang also thinks so." ”

Hearing Han Hui's words, Han Qi's face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "That's right, in the final analysis, you are an outsider, how can you represent the Han family to worship the ancestors, everyone also knows in their hearts, if it weren't for the insistence of the elders in the clan, I would have spoken out against it a long time ago." ”

You still have no objection, everyone rolled their eyes and looked at each other, especially a few people, who considered it more comprehensively, and held opposite opinions: "Steward obscure, I think you should preside over it, the patriarch's body will heal, and it is not appropriate to be tired, so as not to recur the illness and come out again... Things, that's not good. ”

"Yes......." Everyone felt justified and nodded in agreement, after all, this is a lesson from the past.

"If it's not in the way, according to the doctor in the city, Lang Jun's body has fully recovered, and he won't have another attack in the future." Han Hui said happily.

Others persuaded again: "Then we should be more careful to consolidate our roots and recuperate more." ”

There was another burst of echoing, which made Han Rui feel helpless, he couldn't imagine that he was so untrustworthy in the minds of others, but fortunately, everyone also saved some face for themselves, and didn't say it directly, children know something, so they went to the side to play.

Shaking his head slightly, Han Rui said in a clear voice: "Uncle Hao, since everyone trusts you, there is no need to refuse. ”

"That's it, the sect chief has spoken, and the steward will agree." When they heard this, they rejoiced and said good things.

There is naturally a reason why the villagers insisted on letting Han Hui preside over the sacrifice, and even put aside the most justifiable Han Rui.

You must know that the sacrifice is not a simple matter, the former patriarch back then, that is, Han Rui's father, Han Jiu was seriously ill and could not preside over the spring sacrifice, and he also let Han Hui do it for him, the villagers were originally quite unconvinced, but they did not dare to go against Han Jiu's wishes, and reluctantly accepted the facts, and they were inevitably uneasy in their hearts, afraid that Han Hui would make a mistake, anger the gods, and affect the final harvest.

Originally, several elders in the village who were highly respected and served in the sacrifice all the year round were ready to take over, but unexpectedly, things were unexpected, under the auspices of Han Hui, the ceremony was held perfectly, and many special etiquette was added, making the sacrificial activities extremely grand, solemn, and fruitful.

The harvest of the year made the villagers think that this was the credit of Han Hui, and in the future, without Han Jiu's order, everyone was spontaneously willing to let Han Hui preside over the sacrifice, which is why they would rather delay for a few days and wait until Han Hui came back.

couldn't bear the hospitality, Han Hui couldn't shirk it, secretly sighed and agreed, and said softly: "Lang Jun, go home." ”

"Okay." Han Rui responded, his eyes were lightly aim, and he greeted everyone, but found that when Han Qi was persuaded by the villagers, he had already said goodbye, so he had to smile and walk towards the direction of the house.

Han Rui's house, located in the middle of the village, is built on the slope, with green bricks and tiles, supplemented by hardwood, on the whole, of course, it is not as exquisite and gorgeous as Yangzhou Qianfu, but compared with the thatched houses of other villagers' houses, it is considerable and lamentable.

In front of the house, there are shady trees, green grass auxiliary land, and there is a small river next to it, which is clear and clear, and a simple wooden plank bridge crosses it, directly leading to the steps of the house.

The eaves in front of the courtyard arched out, supported by two vermilion pillars, the door was open, and when they heard the news, all the seven or eight slaves in the family rushed to the door, and when they saw Han Rui's figure, they smiled brightly, and they looked a little excited.

"Lang Jun, it's ...... back." Unlike just now, these slaves did not have Han Hui in their eyes, but swarmed up, squeezed in front of Han Rui, or burst into tears, or wiped their tears, the scene was much warmer than when they met with their clansmen, relatively speaking, it seemed that the slaves paid more attention to Han Rui, and they were very sincere.

I really like this feeling, Han Rui showed a warm smile on his face, surrounded by slaves, he walked lightly, as for those uncles and brothers of the same clan, uh, since they were looking for Han Hui, it was naturally up to him to deal with it.

Walking to the front yard, where there were several braziers, Han Rui understood this meaning, it was to dispel his obscure aura, and he didn't need to be supported by others, he walked over with light steps and smiled.

The Han family house, also a typical Tang Dynasty architectural style, is a simple triple courtyard, the layout is relatively compact, the front hall and the back yard are planted with mulberry elm bamboo, looking at the hall, you can see a touch of lovely green, it is very gratifying.

The young master returned safely, the Han family seemed to have eaten a reassuring pill, as if they had the backbone of the main heart, and the panicked hearts of the people immediately settled down, everyone's faces were full of smiles, their hands and feet were very sharp, and before the time came, dinner was prepared.

Han Rui was not surprised, he enjoyed a delicious meal happily, over there, the bath room was already prepared with warm water, the steam was filled, warm and comfortable, uh, there was also the smell of cypress branches, it was a little unpleasant, but the mood was comfortable, and he followed the local customs, so he would just take a look.

Half an hour, soaked through, soft muscles and bones, refreshed, put on a wide and comfortable shirt with big sleeves, Han Rui was reluctant to walk out of the bath, at this time the sky was already dark, there were very few entertainment activities at night in ancient times, even if there were, it was not in the countryside, besides, I also felt a little tired, hesitated, Han Rui walked slowly to the bedroom.

In the room, the soybean oil green lamp had been lit, and the door was gently opened, and Han Hui sat in it. Taking off his shoes and flattening the threshold, Han Rui stepped forward, sat in front of Han Hui, and asked softly, "Uncle Hui, is there something wrong with me?" ”

"I came to relieve Langjun's knot."

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