The ancestral hall of a large family, in addition to the annual festival sacrifice, is a major event in the clan can be opened by the clan elder. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The servant guarding the nave was an old man, who shuddered and took the key to unlock it, then squeaked open the door and quietly found it to the side.

Led by the third master, a group of old and young lifted their clothes, crossed the threshold in silence, and then stood on both sides.

Legend of the ancestral hall was the ancestor of the Li family who took the whole family into Shu and his four sons to build it together, but there was only a slightly neat blue brick house, and the empty altar had nothing but the tablet of the fifth ancestor on the offering. But now the ancestral hall of the Li family is no longer what it was at the beginning, with black tiles and white walls, a regular three-entry courtyard, a small hat in Tsing Yi and a servant regularly sprinkled and swept in the morning and dusk, the smell of incense and candles soaked every corner of the building, and the ever-bright lamp was not interrupted at four o'clock.

At least for Li Yongzhong, he didn't like to come here.

This gloomy building doesn't change with the arrival of daylight. Originally, there were only five tablets on the altar, but now, the dense tablets have occupied the three floors of the altar, and there is a tendency to spread out to both sides. The black-pressed tablets are like a huge hill, facing anyone who dares to stand in front of them.

Even the prodigal Li Yongbo has a very ugly face since he walked into the ancestral hall. The atmosphere was oppressive and silent, except for the cold metal knocking sound of the rituals of the clansmen when they struck the bronze shut, which was the sound of reminding the clansmen to kneel and salute.

The third lady stood at the front of the ranks with a straight face. After everyone knelt down, he coughed twice, as if trying his best to force the voice out with the deepest part of his throat: "Today, the ancestors and ancestors are above, the old ancestors and sages of all clans are in the ranks, the grandson of the big house, the eldest son, Li Yongbo,"

"Yes." Li Yongbo responded to the call.

"Second son, Li Yongzhong."

"Yes."

"Because of the division of family property, I went to the front of the court. The ancestors and the ancestors, the elders and sages, each is a witness. Today's work is over, in black and white, and the payment is ...... No regrets! ”

"Yes!"

With a sigh, the third master eased his face and asked the two brothers standing in front of him in a low voice: "Now, it's not the last step yet, brother, brother, your father has worked hard to save this little thing." It is said that I am not good at talking about the affairs of the big house, but I am finally an elder, and I am cheeky to persuade you, you are brothers, break bones and tendons, don't break the good foundation for the sake of a momentary anger. ”

Li Yongbo only snorted from his nasal cavity and didn't talk again. Instead, Li Yongzhong smiled at the third master, arched his hand and said: "The kindness of the elders is the heart of the juniors." But in the current situation, if you force them together, you are afraid that it will hurt your brother's harmony. ”

That being the case, it is useless to say more. The third master sighed again, nodded, and said, "In this case, let's make a deed." ”

At that time, the sky was overcast and the wind was like a blade.

The fourteen salt wells owned by the Li family's house were divided into two, and the two brothers each got half of them, and then they did not interfere with each other's operations - this news soon spread on the ground of Fushun, and the salt merchants of all sizes whispered, especially for the other five big salt merchants, the Li brothers had a good wall. Many people threatened: "The Li family is going to lose!" ”

"Smack!"

Liu Sankui closed the folding fan in his hand at once, and his two thick eyebrows were a little bit like flying. He was overjoyed, pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking to himself: "Okay! Just wait for this day! There are more than ten wells in the Li family, and if this lump of salt is not opened, it will be killed when it is eaten in the mouth, and it must be broken up before it can act calmly. ”

Thinking of the back, I can't help but be a little overjoyed, and I can't help but dance.

Fushun, a small town in eastern Sichuan, is cold and damp in winter. It rains constantly, and snow is rare. But when I woke up this morning, the sky was very gray, as if the clouds in the color of charcoal fire embers were pressed very low, and everywhere there was a fishy smell of soil resurgence.

The chief steward commanded the servants to hang lanterns and other things everywhere, and sent more men to inspect the places, and before noon, the scene fell like a large grain of salt snowflakes. Looking at it again in the afternoon, the black tile has been covered with a thin layer, and as far as the eye can see, the heaven and the earth are mixed with the same color.

"It seems to be calm now, but in fact, there is an undercurrent." Wang Huanzhi sighed, and at a glance, Li Yongzhong hugged the mink with the stove, and watched the snow scene with great interest in front of the stove. Hearing the master speak, he didn't mean to speak, but just lifted the beam pot sitting on the stove and added a cup of hot water to the two of them.

Wang Huanzhi coughed heavily and said in an accentuated tone: "Owner, now is not a good time to enjoy the snow, right?" ”

"It's rare to have a snow in Fushun, don't disturb the interest." Li Yongzhong was in a good mood, and replied with a smile: "Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, what else is there to say?" ”

"The owner, if you want to say that the old well is thrown out, this is a good move, but the new well is also half removed, which is a bit ......" Unlike Li Yongzhong, Wang Huanzhi has always had doubts about the division of production, but as Li Yongzhong said, it is a foregone conclusion now, and it is useless to say this.

Li Yongzhong held the teacup, smiled, obviously disagreed, and said, "My good big brother is not a person who can suffer." He still screams injustice in this way...... It's a shame for my father. His voice was low for the last sentence.

The master continued as if he hadn't heard it: "Now the salt in our hands is afraid that it will be half short, and I am afraid that we will have to wait for a few new wells to be completed before we can repeat the old days." ”

"You should ...... Can Li Yongbo really guard those wells? Li Yongzhong's voice gradually oozing something unspeakable, his palm stroked from the mink fur, smiled, and said: "Those wells are sharp weapons in our hands, and in his hands, they are disasters." I have never heard that children can still be preserved by holding gold through the market. ”

"The eldest brother is very strong on the outside and on the inside, and his father was doting on him when he was alive, even if he is talented through heaven and earth, he has already hurt Zhongyong now, and it is not worth mentioning, not to mention that the eldest brother is just a middle-aged person," he smiled, "How can you keep the industry with a good habit and a child?" ”

"Yanjing is in our hands, and the others have to be taboo for three points, but in the hands of the eldest brother, it is the best fat, Zhang Liu Zhizhi and others, and now I am afraid that I am thinking about how to deceive the Yanjing rhetoric from the hands of the eldest brother."

Wang Huanzhi also smiled when he said this, and nodded again and again: "That's true." However, he became worried again: "It won't do us much good......

"Benefits?" Li Yongzhong glanced at his master amusedly, and said lightly: "I don't want those many benefits." ”

He stood up, walked to the window, stared at the fluttering snowflakes, and said: "Those families thought that I was young and thin-faced, weak and controlled, so I followed their wishes, and in the past few months, the news that I am going to open a well has been spread, only saying that the second child of the Li family is in a panic, and he wants to build six wells in one go!" ”

"Six!?" Wang Huanzhi almost jumped up from his seat in shock, he walked to Li Yongzhong's side in two steps, looked at the young man's calm face, still unconfident, he looked at Li Yongzhong in disbelief, and said after a while: "Brother Zhong'er, are you joking?" ”

Shocked, Wang Huanzhi actually called out Li Yongzhong's childhood name.

Li Yongzhong laughed and said with some nostalgia: "Since my father died, Uncle Wang has called me less and less. Seeing the disapproval and nervousness on the master's face, he had to pout his lips a little boringly, and said, "Of course it's a joke, it's too much, even if I dig six wells, where can I find so many stewards and water porters?" ”

Wang Huanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, put down his heart in mid-air, he groaned slightly, and he also understood Li Yongzhong's calculations, and he also had some joy on his face, and said, "This is good, this is good." I'm worried that the proprietor will have to compete with them for a short time. He laughed and said with a complete relief: "But now it seems that I am still too worried." ”

Li Yongzhong smiled lightly and didn't talk, so the happy master was verbose. And his gaze became farther and farther away, past the budding old plum tree, over the snow on the black roof tiles, over the towering Yanjing crane in the distance, and even to the boundless end under the soot sky.

In the same house, at almost the same moment, there are people staring at the same sky.

Li Yongbo was like being drunk with wine, his face was dizzy and red, he crossed Erlang's legs, shook his head, and hummed a little song he heard last time he went to Chengdu, and he was rarely complacent recently.

The girl quietly walked in and added good charcoal to the brazier, looked at the tea nest on the side, and after confirming that the tea was hot, she quietly retreated.

"Uncle."

Li Yongbo turned around and saw that his wife, Chen, came over with a cup of tea.

Chen was born in the largest grain merchant in Fushun Town, and his father and Li Qi were friends for eight years. It's a pity that Li Yongbo's reputation spread throughout Fushun when he was thirteen or fourteen, and even in Xuzhou, he heard about it from time to time.

Fortunately, although Li Yongbo did not have much discipline in his actions, he was still intimate with his wife, and after the Chen family gave birth to his eldest son, he added a little respect, and the Chen family changed their opinion of him, and with such a big family business of the Li family, Li Yongbo's life in the Yue family was really good in those years.

It's a pity that Li Qi died of illness, but he didn't hand over the Li family to Li Yongbo as everyone thought, but chose Li Yongzhong as the heir. But in the end, Li Yongzhong was still interested, and divided the industry into two halves, and the two brothers were one and a half, although Li Yongbo was still dissatisfied, but compared to the previous depression and jealousy, it was much better.

"You're not looking at Brother Zhang, what are you doing when you come out?" Seeing his wife coming over single, Li Yongbo was a little disgusted - the eldest son Li Naizhang seemed to have followed Li Yongbo when he was a child, and now he is also frail and sickly, which is often worrying.

"I coaxed him to sleep, come and see the uncle." Chen said softly and handed him the tea bowl in his hand, "It suddenly snowed today, and the uncle has never paid attention to these, so I came over to see if the uncle had added clothes." ”

"That's all you have." Li Yongbo laughed, but didn't say anything, although his wife was born in a businessman, but she was virtuous and gentle, and she was not lost to the ordinary so-called scholars. Thinking like this, his voice was a little gentle: "You don't come, since Brother Zhang'er is asleep, you and I will sit down and talk." ”

The husband and wife gathered together, drank tea, roasted the fire, talked about the details of the family, and worried about the illness of the eldest son, as if the years were quiet and stable.

In any case, the seven years of the apocalypse are coming to an end.

PS: Today's starting point backstage is drawn to the death, it's late, forgive me - there is only one more