After having the bottom in his heart, Hanzhang can't help but carefully observe the exquisiteness in it.

First of all, these black wooden plaques in front of him, each with a gilt name written on it. From far to near, the font used for the name varies greatly.

The fonts in the distance are strange and ancient, and the closer you go, the more familiar the fonts become, and the fonts used in the front row are the same as the common fonts of today.

As can be seen from the gradient of its font, every name here is surnamed Yu.

Secondly, from the respect of the old head and the carefulness of his movements, as well as the rigor and complexity of the procedures in the process of ritual decoration, it can be seen that this sacrifice is more solemn than the sacrifice to the god of the stove.

Hanzhang carefully experienced the sacred, dignified atmosphere created by the strict rituals and the solemn attitude of the people in the house. Watching the old man pious incense, burning paper, and kneeling.

She sensed automatically, followed the old man and knelt slowly, and then bowed her head three times. A sense of reverence and solemnity also rose in his heart along with the regular movements.

However, the figure next to him fell to the ground for a long time, and as time passed, the tide in Hanzhang's heart receded, and the doubts came to her heart, and she was about to turn her head to look. But a sad breath erupted from the side.

The meaning is getting stronger and stronger, and Hanzhang can feel an emotional weight that his mind can't bear. It was as if there was a string that bound the majestic emotions and was about to break.

Sure enough, a suppressed sobbing sound sounded next to him, and the sobbing gradually rang out, so that he could not suppress himself.

As the bell-like voice rang out, the emotions finally exploded:

"Ancestors and ancestors! Ninety-eighth Sun Yu Changde is not good! Woo woo woo...... I was born mediocre, only shallow and shallow, although I have been conscientious and diligent for half my life, I can't save the trend of family style and decline, let alone promote half of the demeanor of my ancestors......"

"Uh-huh...... I am really immoral and incompetent, and I bear the grace of the education of my ancestors, so that the clan style is gradually lost, the foundation is gradually exhausted, and the successors are fresh, so that the lintel is disgraced and ......"

"Woo...... My sins are inevitable, but the days are coming to an end, and a great calamity is coming, and I am really helpless ......."

"Woo...... If the ancestors have spirits in heaven, please have mercy on the suffering of the world, and pray for instructions and grandchildren...... If you don't do anything, you should do your best to become enlightened in the world......"

......

The sound of desolate cries resounded in the Chinese New Year's Eve night sky, and there were desolation, helplessness, and shouts in the sounds......

And the village also heard curses from time to time:

"Damn! the old man is sick again......"

Hanzhang sat in front of the offering table with his back and was silent. At first, she wanted to laugh at the funny scene in front of her, but she found that she couldn't.

Although the sadness of the old man next to him did not know where it began, it was reasonable.

The scream that burst out of her soul made her tremble.

This kind of shout reveals that the person who screams has a deep understanding of life, reveals the twists and turns of the life experience of the shout, and reveals the thick life heritage of the shouter.

At this moment, the image of the old man became tall and majestic in her mind!

What makes her feel even more amazing is that in the sadness of the old man, there is trust, admiration, admiration and sustenance for these cold tablets beyond the substance. These emotions give life to these tablets.

Hanzhang felt in a trance that these tablets seemed to come to life in Yu Changde's crying, and became characters with souls in his mouth.

These characters seem to be connected with him, and they share some kind of inexplicable mission, passed down from generation to generation, and never change their aspirations.

The carrying capacity of this kind of inheritance and belief seems to be stronger than that of the top-level spiritual magicians in the spiritual world who can move mountains and seas. This made Hanzhang fall into deep thought.

Since the first day of the Lunar New Year, Lao Detou has changed his busy and orderly life, except for the "daughter" who eats and takes medicine and reads books, etc., but also pays a little attention to it, and does not care about everything else, locks himself in the hall all day long, and is with the tablets in the room, and I don't know what to do?

Fortunately, the Yu family has abundant grain, which is enough for the two of them to eat for a few years, and the livestock and poultry in the pen have been cleaned up a year ago.

In the early morning of the ninth day of the new year, the first rays of morning light had just shot to the earth, and Hanzhang was wrapped in a still heavy cotton jacket and walked slowly on the road in front of the village, she wanted to go to the Yu family's vegetable field to pick a bag of vegetables and make noodles for breakfast.

It is not for nothing that she has such a move.

Just because on the morning of the fifth day of the new year, Lao Detou, who had been locked up in the hall for a night, did not go out to cook for a long time. Hanzhang was weak and hungry, so he had no choice but to make himself a bowl of noodles according to the old man's old appearance.

However, this time the practice of drawing a scoop according to the gourd was not successful, she first mixed the pot with water, put on the amount of noodles she felt was not much, then covered the pot with a lid and made a fire, and after boiling for a while, the water in the pot boiled, and she also felt that the noodles should be cooked.

So I lifted the lid of the pot and saw that the noodles in the pot were full of raw white. She filled five or six bowls of the sea bowl before putting it down, and then brought it to the table and prepared to eat.

But at this time, the old man who was boiled up and his eyes were red suddenly came into the house, looked at a few bowls of noodles that had just been served on the table, and suddenly became excited, and even praised "My daughter also knows filial piety", and wiped out a large bowl of snot and tears.

Hanzhang looked at his incomprehensibly moved face, and was stunned for a while before he sat down to eat the noodles he made by himself, and almost didn't spit it out after the first bite!

The noodles are soft and white and tasteless, as if they have been directly soaked in white water, and they are not as strong and refreshing as they usually eat.

Ran Hanzhang looked at the old man in front of him who was eating with relish, and his heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable emotion. Something filled her chest, about to burst out.

Since then, Hanzhang has begun to learn to cook, and he can take care of the old man in life as much as he can. She enjoyed the old man's satisfaction with her labor. It made her feel like everything she was doing made sense.

Walking on the trail in front of the village, Hanzhang was about to turn into a path leading to the vegetable field, when he saw a young couple dragging their family down to the west end of the road.

This is probably the last wave of young people in the village to go out after the New Year.

Since the second day of the Lunar New Year, there have been young people who have gone out to work one after another, and the lively village has become cold day by day.

Except for the children who are about to go to school, there are almost only some widows, widows and weak left!

Hanzhang watched from the sidelines, quickly regained his heart, and went to the vegetable field.

In the early spring season, everything has not yet had time to recover, so the fresh and green vegetables in the field look more vibrant. Hanzhang just looked at it, and a feeling of cherishment rose in his heart.

She carefully picked a bag of dishes of the right size for the next two bowls of noodles, and walked back slowly. At this time, some of the remaining villagers also went to work in the fields, including the great sage Guo Shi.

Guo is different from other villagers who have to stay in the village, her husband has a stable position, a decent income, and children to take care of.

In addition, she is very troublesome, so the village also promoted her as a manager, and she can also receive a little salary to supplement the family.

She was walking on the road, and was enthusiastically greeting the surrounding villagers, when a person came in a hurry from the rear and said:

"Second sister-in-law, it's terrible, He Tian from Yijia Village committed suicide!"