The southern and northern countries have very different customs.

The ancestral hall is the most typical representative!

In any dynasty, the ancestral hall is the spiritual symbol of a family.

The drums in the ancestral hall represent the life and death of the family.

It's like the smoke of the beacon fire in ancient times!

Less than two minutes later, the last murderous drum came to an abrupt end.

It's just that the sound of the drum lingers, and the sky of Yejia Village, which is free and quiet, echoes, like a horn for a charge.

There are no less than eighty men on the courtyard dam, some are old, some have half a hundred hair, and some are still childish on their faces.

Each of them had a face full of unwillingness and anger, and his eyes were filled with vengeful rage.

"Bouy is back. Bouyi is back."

There was a cry of surprise from the majestic and tragic drums.

At first sight, when Ye Buyi returned, the Ye family members surrounded Ye Buyi and greeted him: "It's Ayi. Ayi is back."

"Ayi, it's just a good time for you to come back."

"Patriarch. Ayi is back."

The sound of hurried footsteps came, and a thin old man ran out of the second courtyard of the ancestral hall.

When he arrived at the steps of the ancestral hall, the old man stopped and looked at Ye Buyi in a daze, his face trembling: "Yi Zai." How did you get back? The anti-smuggling team is on vacation?"

"Just arrived!"

Ye Buyi did not respond positively to the old man's inquiry, but looked at the old man and said in a solemn voice, "Ye's Mingyue sister-in-law. Yebuyi. Listen to the sound of drums into the ancestral hall. Tell the Patriarch."

The Ye clan patriarch looked moved and applauded, "I knew you would come back. I knew I was going to come back."

"Ye's sister-in-law. Ye Buyi entered the ancestral hall."

The hoarse and sad singing sounded, and after Ye Buyi respectfully offered incense to the ancestral tablets of the Ye family ancestral hall, he silently withdrew from the ancestral hall and went down the steps, standing solemnly in the column of the ancestors of the cloth generation.

The Ye clan patriarch took a deep breath, his gaze stayed on Ye Buyi for a few seconds, and he exclaimed with a tense face, "The Xie Ma Qiu clan relied on the large number of people to injure my Ye clan. I went to theorize and was blasted out of the door."

"Last week. The Xiema Qiu clan openly entered our Chaolong Yejia Village again. I won't even let go of Brother and Sister Xizai."

"Five days have passed, and the Shema Qiu clan has refused to apologize and refuse to compensate."

"Not only that, but the Xie Ma Qiu clan also threatened everyone in my Ye family that they would never be allowed to bury Xie Ma Mountain again."

Speaking of this, the Ye clan patriarch's eyes were red, and he screamed, "We have few people, we can't beat them. We do.

Let's endure!"

"But they don't want us to die and be buried in the ground. We can't bear it!"

"On Xiema Mountain, our Ye family's ancestors are buried, and our Ye family's fathers are buried, and we must be worthy of them."

"The Xiema Qiu clan wants people, some people want money, they want money, they want relationships, we can't get them!"

"But. Our entire Ye clan, there is one more thing, they are not great in the Qiu clan!"

"That's—"

"We dare to fight hard!"

After shouting in one breath, the Ye clan patriarch's eyes were bloodshot, and his old face was hideous: "Is it tolerable or unbearable!"

"Today, I beat the hundred-year-old drum of this ancestral hall for one purpose!"

"Fight with them!"

Hoarse, heart-rending local slang came out, piercing everyone's eardrums and giving people goosebumps.

The whole Ye clan was full of blood, and they roared fiercely: "Desperate!"

"Desperately!"

"Fight with them!"

The flames of vengeance burned, racing over the blood-red sunset of the western sky.

The patriarch of the Ye clan couldn't stop swaying, his clenched fists kept trembling, but he roared with real anger: "Please genealogy!"

After speaking, the patriarch of the Ye clan had tears in his eyes, turned around and knelt down under the tablet of the ancestors of the Ye clan, whimpering and shouting: "On the Ye family's hall, the ancestors and ancestors are above, and the descendants of the Ye clan will knock today——"

"Reopen the page of the family tree!"

"Please bless the spirits of the ancestors and the ancestors in the sky!"

In a moment, an old man of the Huajia clan came out with a black wooden box and knelt under the tablet.

One of the other two elders of the sixtieth clan cautiously opened the wooden box, and the other picked up the yellowed old family tree in the box!

Genealogy!

It is the carrier that records the essence and essence of a family.

As the saying goes, geese have left a voice, and people have left a name.

In the long history, historical records record dynasties and emperors, while genealogy records families and family members.

Between the two, except for the differences in points, the essence is the same.

On the red-painted desk, the Ye family document opened the last page of the family tree, lifted the brush and wrote the date at the top of the blank page.

The moment I put down the pen and picked it up again, I only saw many women crying in unison around the courtyard dam but did not dare to cry.

The sister-in-law covered her face with her hands, and tears rushed out of her fingers.

The patriarch of the Ye clan lit the incense again and congratulated the ancestors and ancestors, got up with difficulty, scanned the audience, took a deep breath and roared sadly.

"Kneel!"

In an instant, there was a swishing sound.

The eighty young and strong old men standing in the courtyard dam knelt on the cold cement floor with incense brushes in their hands, and stood solemnly and looked at death as if they were home, and the scene was moving. Look at the book

"Please—"

"Life and death sign!"

When the three words of life and death came out, several of the women around the courtyard and dam fell to the ground.

Many boys and girls cried to themselves, but they were severely reprimanded by the parents beside them, and they covered their mouths stiffly.

The elder of the Ye clan picked up a wooden box that was more than a foot square and knelt under the tablet, holding it high with a solemn expression and shaking it heavily.

Shake the wooden box once every kneeling and knocking.

After three bows, the elder of the Ye clan got up and respectfully visited the wooden box in the middle of the incense case, and retreated with tears.

"From this day onwards. The winner will be at the top of the list!"

"From now on, on the sacrificial day of the whole Ye clan, regardless of the year, month and day, the winner of the lottery will be worthy of sacrificing the head pillar incense!"

The patriarch of the Ye clan hissed in front of the audience: "From now on. The winning person's parents, wives and children will be supported by the entire Ye family!"

One sentence after another was smashed out, and the wind and thunder brought by it were louder and heavier than each sentence.