Xiaojiazhen was enveloped by a strong festive atmosphere early this morning.

Every house is lit up.

Suona gongs are blowing and beating.

Fireworks crackled.

Sound, light and shadow are trying their best to render and set off the festive atmosphere.

This is a great day to comfort our ancestors.

It is also a day for scattered bloodlines to get together.

It's still a big day to compare with each other and pretend to be with each other.

Wealth does not return to the hometown, such as brocade clothes at night!

So.

Don't ask.

To ask is to be festive.

To ask is to be happy.

Asking is joy.

Of course, this will not affect Zhang Chu, who is about to become the person who destroys the environment.

At this moment, he was sitting in a three-story attic that stood out from the crowd, while sipping on the sunflower seeds that Da Liu had come from nowhere, while leisurely looking through the window at the Xiao family ancestral hall a hundred or ten meters away.

In his eyes, today is not a big day for the Xiao family to worship their ancestors and reunite.

It's a big day for the mules to take the stage and sing the lead role.

He is the last line of insurance.

Also the only audience.

He liked the positioning.

The morning mist dissipates little by little under the increasingly strong sunlight.

The deserted ancestral hall of the Xiao family was also filled little by little by people surnamed Xiao from all directions.

The crowd of black presses.

One by one, the heads of people are moving.

A loud, low, indistinct roar.

The scene was slightly spectacular.

"Boom. ”

A noisy gong suppressed the roar that seemed to be intertwined with thousands of chickens and ducks, and a voice shouting desperately at the throat spread out in the air above Xiaojia Town: "Silence, the ceremony begins!"

The roar died down.

Even the messy venue seemed to have become much more orderly.

Several people wearing vermilion and green official uniforms, according to the official rank and grade represented by the official uniforms, surrounded by a majestic middle-aged man wearing a gold and red two-color stitched rich brocade robe, step by step ascended the steps outside the ancestral hall.

The weather is good today.

Zhang Chu's eyesight is also good.

At a glance, there was an obvious scar on the cheekbone on the left cheek of the majestic middle-aged man, and his eyebrows and eyes were no different from the stranger who appeared in the cattle and sheep market before and after Liang Chongxiao's accident.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and whispered: "The first time we met, in Xia Zhang Chu, the family teacher Liang Chongxiao ......"

......

The process of the ancestor worship ceremony is lackluster.

It's nothing more than kowtowing, kowtowing, kowtowing.

Into the incense, into the good incense, and then high incense.

Interspersed with a few similar year-end summaries, work prospects for the coming year, outstanding and advanced commendations, and a few meaningless and meaningless links just to make the whole ceremony look more compelling, a 28th-line rural song and dance party is more vocal than them.

Zhang Chu looked drowsy.

Most of the participants were fully engaged, as if they really felt the love of their ancestors through swallowing their heads and incense.

The entire ancestor worship ceremony, starting from sunrise and lasting until close to noon, finally ended with another gong.

Next, it's time for the long-awaited flowing water banquet scene for all ages!

At the moment when the gong sounded, a large group of sturdy women who had been dressed for a long time rushed into the open space outside the ancestral hall carrying square tables one after another.

At the same time, the air is filled with the delicious taste of green onions, ginger and garlic boiled pot.

Zhang Chu's drowsiness is okay.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the solemn ancestor worship ceremony venue turned into a flowing water banquet scene.

100 tables.

Every table was packed.

What's even more terrifying is that according to Zhang Chu's visual observation, there should be more than twice as many people next to him, waiting for the second or even third round of banquets.

Zhang Chuzhen has never seen such a big scene......

They began to serve.

Whole braised hooves.

Whole sweet and sour carp.

Whole white chopped chicken......

More interesting.

The room began to serve, and Zhang Chu also began to serve in front of him.

Whole braised hooves.

Whole sweet and sour carp.

Whole white chopped chicken......

Each dish is steaming hot and full of wok, and it is definitely a dish that has just come out of the pot.

Even the order of serving the dishes is not wrong with the banquet scene more than 100 meters away.

Zhang Chu looks like Da Liu.

Da Liu understood and explained: "Brother Mule sent someone to send it." ”

Zhang Chu smiled.

This guy.

In this way, he told him that everything was under control.

He beckoned to Da Liu and Hongyun in the house: "Let's eat together." ”

Hongyun hesitated, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

Da Liu had been following him for a while, and he knew what kind of character he was, so he immediately replied honestly: "It's better for you to eat first, and we'll eat when you're done...... We can't hide from the pillars of fire that come out of you. ”

They followed him to clean up the wreckage, and no one knew better than the two of them how powerful the pillars of fire were that came out of his body.

"Haha, I called you, but you don't dare to eat it yourself, so I'm welcome!"

Zhang Chu smiled exaggeratedly, lifted the chopsticks and started eating.

Although the food from these flowing water mats is not as fine as the food from the small pot and small stove, it also has a unique flavor.

Well, the real reason is that he has been swallowing a big tonic herb every two quarters of an hour these days, and he really wants to vomit, and when he goes out, he is not as good as at home, there is a team of cooks waiting to cook for him, although Da Liu has tried his best to cook the simplest ingredients to make the most ...... Well, let's not mention Da Liu's cooking skills.

He served a dish here and inserted a chopstick.

On the side of the ancestral hall, no one picked up chopsticks.

It wasn't until the last dish was served that firecrackers were set off on the periphery to announce that the ancestors of the spirit of heaven had started eating, and the Xiao family members gathered in front of the flowing water table lifted their chopsticks with a smile and ate the dishes lively.

The sound of firecrackers continued.

Every once in a while, firecrackers are lit again.

There are so many ancestors, what if there is anyone who doesn't hear it?

Let's hang firecrackers in many ways, anyway, it's not bad for money, and there is face.

"Ahh ”

"Bang dang. ”

In the crisp sound of firecrackers, there was suddenly an exclamation of the crowd and the sound of broken dishes, instead of Zhang Chu, standing in front of the window and paying attention to the movement, Da Liu hurriedly said: "Master Chu, something happened." ”

Zhang Chu threw down his chopsticks, grabbed the sweat towel next to his hand, wiped his mouth, and returned to the window, watching intently.

But it was a firecracker that exploded, and I don't know how it flew to the middle of the flowing water seat, so startled that when the two tables got up to dodge, they overturned the wine table, and the wine and dishes on the table spilled all over the ground.

It's human nature to watch the excitement.

This accident immediately attracted the attention of everyone outside the ancestral hall, and many people at the table stopped their chopsticks, stood on a bench and stretched their necks to look over there.

"Not bad!"

Although the mule had not told him about this beforehand, he could still see at a glance that this was not only the mule's means of attracting voices, but also the signal for the mule to move.

He stretched out his hand.

Da Liu picked up the drifting snow leaning against the wall and put his hands on his.

Zhang Chu took the drifting snow, the hand holding the knife unnaturally clenched the scabbard, and stared at the gate of the ancestral hall tightly.

Is the action inside successful?

They mobilized thousands of people to run around for months for this matter, just for this moment.

The long river of time flows here, and suddenly slows down.

Every minute and second is extremely tormenting.

Fortunately, on the side of the ancestral hall, no one rushed out for a long time......

If no one rushes out, it means that there is no failure.

Zhang Chu waited for half a moment, and finally waited for the scheduled whistle.

It worked!

Zhang Chu raised his brows, laughed and casually threw the snow at hand to Da Liu, turned around and strode downstairs.

"It's a shame to waste food, order people to take these dishes away!"

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