The continuous rain continued to rain for several days, and finally stopped. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the sky is faintly white, and the rooster who has been trapped for several days scrambled to jump out of the circle and began to tear his throat desperately.

"Whoa, whoa. Early in the morning, Fang Hong was disturbed by the sound of the rooster's crow, and there was really no way, so he slowly got up from the bed.

"It's really annoying, it turns out that this rainy day has the benefit of a rainy day, at least I can sleep lazily. He yawned as he dressed.

He had just gotten up here, but Yin Chuan, who was sleeping next to him, had already been busy, not only pouring the bucket, washing the clothes, but also having breakfast.

At this time, Yin Chuan was wiping the tables and chairs in the room with a rag. It's been raining for the past few days, and there will be mud on it inadvertently, so you have to wipe it well.

Fang Hong jumped out of bed, picked up his shoes, and stretched his waist to walk outside.

"Put my shoes on, untidy, what a style!" he had just reached the door, when he heard a voice of rage. Looking up, Fang Dayuan was looking at him with a straight face.

Fang Hong pursed his lips, and then slowly put on his shoes. At this time, he was not afraid that Fang Dayuan would use the family law to deal with him, with the laws he had summarized over the years, it was generally relatively safe within a few days after receiving the family law.

"Hmph. As soon as Fang Dayuan saw Fang Hong's lazy appearance, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the hall with a cold snort.

Fang Hong asked Yin Chuan to hand him the green salt, and then walked out of the courtyard step by step. In front of their house, there is a bluestone road more than ten feet wide, and on the other side of the road, there is a small river. This river is called Giejiaoshui, and their village is also named after the river. The river is a small tributary of the Luotang River, which looks like a crooked sheep's horn and runs through the village of Sheephorn.

He pinched a piece from the willow tree by the river, and made the break rough. He walked down the dock and crouched by the river, the twigs stirred in the water, dipped in the green salt, and finally stuffed in his mouth, rubbing back and forth.

After brushing, he threw the branch into the river, then picked up the water and washed his face. When everything was done, he carried the green salt box again and went back slowly.

Fang Dayuan sat on a wooden chair in the hall, sitting upright, with a straight waist, looking like a sitting lord on the stage. Fang Hong also straightened up a little and entered the hall.

At this time, a table of eight immortals had been set up in the hall, and there was a pot of millet porridge on the table, boiled viscous, and a few drops of sesame oil, which looked extremely attractive. There are also two side dishes on the side, one is pickled pickle root, which is finely chopped, which is very delicate. On the other hand, the fried dried radish, the slender dried radish is fried until it is yellow, and there is some burnt yellow on top, sprinkled with chopped green onions and minced garlic, which is simply delicious.

Although Fang Hong also came, the two of them were not in a hurry to eat, but Fang Dayuan led Fang Hong to the table of the hall.

There were several spiritual positions on the table, which said that they were the first to take the test and the like, and these spiritual seats were Fang Hong's grandparents and great-grandparents.

The rest of the ancestors of the Fang family are all enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Fang family, and only these close immediate family members are enshrined in the family.

Generally speaking, this kind of offering is mostly offered to the grandfather's generation. For example, the highest rank here is Fang Hong's great-grandparents, that is, Fang Dayuan's grandparents. Because Fang Dayuan is the head of the family, it should be counted from him. If Fang Dayuan died, the family would send his grandparents' rankings to the ancestral hall or burn them.

"Come, come with me. Fang Dayuan lit three sticks of incense, handed them to Fang Hong, and then lit three more pillars himself, standing solemnly in front of several spiritual positions.

"Don't Xiao descendant Fang Dayuan, give incense to my father, mother, grandfather and grandmother, hoping to bless our family with surplus food and celebrations. Fang Dayuan bowed a few times, chanted words in his mouth, and after doing all this, he inserted the incense into the incense burner.

"Don't Xiao descendant Fang Hong, give ......incense to your grandfather and grandmother, great-grandfather and great-grandmother" Fang Hong also learned from Fang Dayuan's appearance, but changed his title, and then bowed respectfully a few times.

He was about to insert the incense into the incense burner, when suddenly there was a few "clicks", and cracks appeared on several spiritual positions. Fang Hong was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

"I've only heard that the dry weather will dry out and crack the wood, but it's the rainy season, so how can such a thing happen? Moreover, it is too much of a coincidence that the four spirit positions are split together. Fang Hong touched his head and muttered in his heart.

Fang Dayuan, who was on the side, was shocked when he saw it. The spirit position was cracked, could it be that the descendants were unscrupulous, making the ancestors angry? Thinking about it again, it was only after Fang Hong worshipped that such a situation suddenly appeared, and his eyes when he looked at Fang Hong immediately became unkind.

"Our family is a scholarly heirloom, but you are stubborn, you only know how to fight all day long, and now your ancestors are not at peace below. Rebel, hurry up and kneel for me. After breakfast, let me go to the study to read!" Fang Dayuan pointed at Fang Hong and said sharply.

Fang Hong was just a teenager, where did he know anything, when he heard the old man say that he had upset his ancestors, he was so frightened that he quickly knelt down.

However, when he knelt down, he felt that something was wrong. No, I'm the god of the land, in charge of Giethoorn Village, even if they are their own elders, do they dare to blame me?

In his impression, there are usually little ghosts under the gods, such as Daoist Zhong Kui, who also specializes in eating little ghosts. There is also the old man of the city god, every time he travels, the sedan chair is not all imps.

He was thinking wildly in his head, perhaps, these are all false rumors, the real underworld, who knows what the situation is. After all, these things are also what he listened to others.

He knelt there, while Fang Dayuan went to the table of the Eight Immortals, scooped a bowl of porridge, and snorted it with dried pickles and radish.

Poor Fang Hong was hungry for a night, and the water and rice did not enter, and now when he heard this voice, he couldn't eat it, and it was torture. However, without Fang Dayuan's order, he didn't dare to get up, he beat up people, it was really ruthless.

He had to look his eyes straight ahead, trying not to listen to the sound of drinking porridge, only in this way did he feel a little better.

"Hey, what is this?" Suddenly, he saw a layer of gray-white smoke wrapped around the four spiritual positions. At first, he thought it was the smoke produced by the pillar incense, but how could any smoke be entangled in a certain place like a vine.