Today is a special day, the day before the Spring Festival of the Yan Song Dynasty is commonly known as the New Year's Pass, this day Yun Shu was woken up early by Baozheng Wang Fugui, it may be the reason for the habit, and now the rooster crowing in the village can no longer wake up Yun Shu. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Today, Zhou Yunlong sent people from the county to send Yunshu's Yulu and various subsidies, and the officials of the past dynasties were no more generous than the Yan Song Dynasty, and the implementation of the high Yulu to maintain honesty was the system set by Taizu.

Although a Zheng Eighth-grade undertaker like Yun Shu is a loose official and has no actual position, he receives his salary and benefits as usual. Yun Shu's money is 80 yuan, which is converted into more than 48,000 yuan, in addition to the main money, there are also clothing, Lu Su, tea, wine, kitchen materials, charcoal, salt, clothing and food for his entourage, horses and corn, additional expenses (additional provisions), job money, minister's money and rewards, etc., all of which add up to about 120 yuan a month.

"Wang Bantou, tomorrow is the New Year, the eldest lord will send us to send things to people today, my mother-in-law asked me to bring her two feet of green onion and white cloth back today, it is dark early, and the cloth shop will be closed when we go back!" Qin San said complainingly.

"You know a fart, you don't look at what these things are, these are the use of officials, I still have officials' money, a full hundred yuan!" Wang Tieshan touched the purse in his arms and said ostentatiously.

"Scared~! One hundred yuan plus this car, it's almost enough to catch up with my year's salary! Qin San said enviously.

Looking at Qin San's envious appearance, Wang Tieshan smiled and said: "This person has to die more than people, and the goods have to be thrown away, I heard that this official is the eighth grade, and the eighth grade knows it!" Wang Tieshan stretched out his hand and gestured a big eight figure.

Looking at Wang Tieshan's appearance, Qin San nodded hurriedly and said, "I know, it's a big official!" "Hurry up if you know, I still have to play money with Se Lao Wu tonight." Thinking of Wang Tieshan, the sister of Little Sweet Water Lane, he couldn't help but urge him.

Yun Shu walked on the wide cement road in official clothes, feeling like a monkey in the park, everyone would stop and salute themselves when they saw him, which made Yun Shu like a man, and Wang Baozheng next to him enjoyed this kind of treatment.

"Uncle Wang, if you think it's so cool, I'll lend you the official uniform to wear for a few days, don't torture me anymore." Yun Shu said helplessly to Wang Fugui.

Yun Shu's words frightened Wang Fugui: "This is not possible, you must wear official clothes in the past few days of the New Year, this is not for us to see, this is for God, our village wants you to enter the ancestral hall of our village to preside over this year's ancestor worship, and ...... And ......"

Looking at Wang Fugui's spitting appearance, Yun Shu couldn't help but wonder: "What else?" Uncle Wang, what can't we say? ”

"And we want you to ...... Write you and your husband into the ...... of our village Murashi! After Wang Fugui finished speaking, he looked at Yun Shu nervously.

"Write me and my husband in the village chronicle?" Yun Shu muttered to himself that the village chronicle is a kind of local chronicle, and the "Compilation and Cultivation of Chronicles" promulgated by the Yan and Song Dynasty stipulates that "all maps, territories, mountains and rivers, scenic spots, construction, officials, taxes, products, villages, customs, people, square skills, gold and stone, art and literature, and disasters are all collected in one compilation." ”

"Brother Yun, don't be embarrassed, it's just those killings that just say it casually, it's better to forget it!" Looking at Yun Shu's muttering appearance, Wang Fugui thought that Yun Shu disagreed, and said in disappointment.

Looking at Wang Fugui's appearance, Yun Shu hurriedly said: "Uncle Wang, what are you talking about, I am thinking about how to write it, I came out of Wangwu Mountain, Ping'an Village is the first village I went to, it should have been written into the village chronicle, not only should it be written into the village chronicle, but also to indicate that my master and I are both from Ping'an Village." ”

Hearing Yun Shu say this, Wang Fugui screamed happily and ran out, shouting to the villagers: "Brother Yun agreed, promised to be written into the village chronicle of our village!" Ergou, father, what are you still doing in a daze? Go and set up the incense table and put the sacrifices on the three animals! Liu Laohan went to beat the gong, as long as it was from our Ping'an Village and still panting, give it to me! Whoever doesn't go I'll break someone's dogleg! Liu Laohan's family, go find my mother-in-law and all the old ladies in the village to go to my house to move the pot and start the stove, and have a long table banquet today! ”

Yun Shu was stunned and watched as people walked on the road with wind under their feet, and then looked at Wang Fugui who was smirking next to him, speechless for a while. Just because of his own words, is it a bit exaggerated that everyone is busy? But looking at the joy on the faces of busy people is really not good.

Yun Shu doesn't know how difficult it is for a person with an official body to appear in a place, it is great to have a talent in Yuanxi Village next to Ping'an Village, not to mention Yun Shu, an eight-grade undertaker?

Ancestral worship in the ancestral hall of the year is almost the practice of all dynasties, this kind of township custom will not die out with the changes of the dynasty, even if it is a modern Yun Shu has participated in the ancestor worship ceremony of his hometown.

The ancestral hall is the largest building in the whole village, although the red paint on the wooden door has been mottled, but no one dares to paint it, the ancients thought that there is no good thing in a year can not repair the ancestral hall, even the ancestral hall of the official family is the same, since the "Xianping Alliance" has hardly won the battle, in this case, the repair of the ancestral hall will be criticized by the world, so until now the ancestral hall of the old Zhao family is still a little dilapidated.

But today is different, the old man squatted on the side with a jar of red paint and waited, as long as Wang Fugui gave an order, he would paint the wooden door in the shortest possible time, and then repair the broken roof tiles.

The main hall of the ancestral hall is a gable in the shape of a ladder, which is full of tablets, and in front of it is a long offering table, on which are placed the heads of three animals, pig heads, sheep heads, and cow heads, in addition to the three animals, there are fruits and snacks, which Wang Fugui specially went to the county seat to buy back.

Yun Shu wrote a sacrificial text, stood in the middle of the ancestral hall and respectfully saluted the three incense sticks, and stood and said: "Wei, the boy Yun Shu and his family teacher have lived in Wangwu Mountain for a long time, and they make a living by farming and reading, and the family teacher is subject to the way of my Confucius...... Yun Shu and his family teacher are willing to enter Ping'an Village, and I hereby inform you of my homeland. Huangquan has a feeling, come to taste it. Feast!"

After reading the sacrificial text, Yun Shu bowed to the tablet on the gable wall before bowing down.

The villagers on one side excitedly shouted Shang Fang, Shang Fang! It means to sacrifice and look at the deceased. Shang, is a few of them, and hopes are also; Feast, set up sacrifices to taste also.

Wang Fugui led people to go out with the food on the table and the heads of the three animals to the small square where the long table banquet was held. The women are cooking on the fire next to them, and the men are joking and telling meat jokes on the table, just like women can't enter the ancestral hall, this kind of long table banquet to worship ancestors women can't eat on the table, and men have eaten and brought food home for women to eat.