"Big Bull~!"

"Huh! Master~" Chen Daniu carried a bucket of freshly boiled hot water, pushed the door and walked into the hazy room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info "I'll add water to you." ”

Behind the screen in the house, a large round wooden barrel was placed in the middle.

White smoke rises from the barrel, and clouds circulate the air.

The master was half-leaning into the barrel and bathing, drowsy and tired.

"No need~, come and help me up."

"Huh~."

Chen Daniu responded, put down the bucket, and helped the master get up and put on his clothes.

"Are all the altar offerings ready?"

The master held Chen Daniu in his hand, came out of the barrel with a little difficulty, and asked casually.

"All ready, Master."

"Well~, fasting for three days, bathing and changing clothes, the old man wants to burn the letter sent by Fusheng to the ancestor with his own hands. Hehe......"

The master received a letter from Yin Fusheng a few days ago, informing him of Zhang Juzheng's rehabilitation.

When the old man heard the news, he couldn't help but cry with joy.

Chen Daniu saw that since the master received the letter, he was crying and laughing for a while, and he didn't understand what was going on, he was afraid that the old man would be happy and worried, and after a long time, his body would not be able to bear it. I was really worried about my master.

"Master, what did you say in the reply? Is it a good thing or a bad thing? Who are you here to pay tribute to? ”

The master smiled silently, and walked out of the door, and the altar had been placed in the courtyard to the south.

There is an incense burner on the altar, offerings. There is another large basin in front of the altar.

Chen Daniu placed a cotton mat in front of the altar. And the Master stood behind the cotton mat, facing the altar.

"Big cow, go, light incense."

Chen Daniu was stunned, "Master, there is no spirit card, how do you pay tribute?" ”

The master smiled faintly, as if he had seen through the world, and said leisurely: "The ancestors are at ease in their hearts, why do they need a piece of dead wood ......?"

Chen Daniu frowned, completely incomprehensible, so he had to light incense.

The Master bowed to the Lord, kowtowed, and offered incense. Subsequently, Yin Fusheng's letter was taken out and burned in a basin.

The fire is shining on the sun, and a little spark is emerging.

The Master's eyes were red and filled with tears.

"The ancestors are in the spirit of the sky, and the blunt children are meditating and worshipping."

Through the flames, Zhang Jingxiu bowed and cried.

"The talent of the ancestors is young and obvious. Sixteen can be lifted, and twenty-three are Jinshi, and they are awarded Jishi. Since then, I have forgotten my country and forgotten my home, and I have been bleeding and knocking on my heart. Formulate new laws, change national policies, turn the tide, help the government when it is about to fall, and save the people from fire and water. ”

"The ancestors worked hard, loyal to the country, accumulated hard work, became sick, and died of exhaustion. Shi ~ Ten years of Shenzong. ”

"The ancestors are in the community, and it is difficult to resist the slander of traitors and the suspicion of the master. In the end, he did not escape the persecution of his family. Blunt children retreated, when they were still young, and were able to escape, and lived in seclusion in the countryside for decades. is embarrassed by the peerless injustice, depressed for a lifetime. ”

"Yet~, the cycle of heaven, the blunt child is fortunate to have a beloved apprentice, fifteen can be lifted, there is a good belly, and there is a talent of the ancestors. When I first entered the court, I was not afraid of treachery and evil, and I devised a plan for my Zhang family, and I was wronged back then. ”

"Today, Eryao sacrifices to the ancestors and burns their letters to comfort the souls of the ancestors in the sky."

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After saying that, Zhang Jingxiu burst into tears and kowtowed again.

Chen Daniu knelt on the side and followed from afar. Although he didn't understand a word about the master's words, Chen Daniu couldn't help but feel sour when he saw the master's tears raining down, and quietly wiped two handfuls of snot.

After Zhang Jingxiu finished worshipping, he got up with difficulty with the support of Chen Daniu.

At this time, he was already teary-eyed.

Looking at the direction of his hometown, after many years, Zhang Jingxiu didn't know that there were still a few people in his family, and he really came to this gratifying time......

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Blue sky and white clouds, bright sun and sunny sky, a glance and forget thousands of miles.

Far away in Jiangling County, Jingzhou Prefecture, Huguang, an old mansion that has been banned for many years is overgrown with weeds in front of the big red door, barren and silent.

A palm full of the vicissitudes of time, pushed aside the weeds hanging from the eaves in front of the door, tore off the half-remaining seal, and reached out to push the door open.

With a "squeak~", the door opened, and the dust fell.

At this time, an emaciated, ragged, tear-stained, and nearly sixtieth old man walked through the dust, step by step, and slowly walked into the courtyard.

This person is the fifth son of Jiangling, Zhang Yunxiu.

Zhang Yunxiu entered the courtyard, and the courtyard was messy, which was even more desolate and sad......

"Someone! Search for me! ”

"If you want to live, hurry up and summon the place where the dirty silver is hidden!"

"Wronged~!"

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The past is unbearable, Zhang Yunxiu touched the scene and was injured, and the past scenes are still in front of him.

"Big brother~!"

"Big brother~!"

"Jing Xiu~~!"

……

Through the broken window lattice, Zhang Yunxiu seemed to see the eldest brother hanging on the beams in the house, Zhang Jingxiu.

He also saw his elderly mother, who begged for death several times but couldn't.

In those years, the Zhang family had maidservants, unbearable people, and people who threw themselves into the well and hung beams abounded.

The entire courtyard was filled with oozing blood......

Zhang Yunxiu closed his eyes heavily, wanting to erase those shocking scenes.

However, let his tears wash away countless times, how the years flowed, and the tragic situation of the year was like a knife and an axe, which had long been deeply rooted in his heart.

At this time, in front of the old house of the Zhang family, the old villagers of Jiangling who came from far and near gradually gathered.

They were grateful for the civil decree issued by Zhang Juzheng before his death, and after learning the news of the Zhang family's rehabilitation, they came to worship one after another. At the same time, I also want to bring some comfort and help to the descendants of the Zhang family.

Seeing the dilapidated of Zhang's house and recalling the scenery many years ago, the people of Jiangling burst into tears.

An elderly man staggered into the courtyard and said to Zhang Yunxiu, who was in a heavy mood: "Before Zhang Gong was alive, he treated us Jiangling villagers well, but now he has cleared his grievances, and we, the villagers, have been happy for a few days." We came today just to see if Zhang Gong's descendants use us. ”

After that, another villager walked into the courtyard and comforted Zhang Yunxiu, "Don't worry." With us folks, this house will soon be restored to its old appearance. ”

"Yes, yes, don't worry."

"Don't worry......"

The people behind him responded one after another.

"Folks, Zhang Gong's descendants are back! Let's all do our part to repair Zhang Gong's house! ”

"That's right! Fix! ”

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The people shouted, pulling weeds, sweeping the soil, and trimming the doors and windows.

Jointly rebuilt, like the ruins of the Zhang's mansion.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yunxiu was moved, but also a little sad.

He staggered to the room where his father Zhang Juzheng used to be, faced the door, knelt down with a "plop", opened his arms, and raised his head to the sky and howled.

"Dad~! Mother~! A few brothers~~! Did you all hear that?! Our Zhang family~, finally got the snow ~~! You are in the spirit of heaven, rest in peace~~! ……”

After Zhang Yunxiu finished shouting, he cried loudly.

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