With a shout, the ceremony began.

A ball of molten iron was scooped up from the steel drum and thrown away, and the "flower stick" in the shape of an iron racket tacitly followed.

Syllable!

The streets were abruptly lit up.

At the same moment, there seemed to be thousands of golden epiphanys blooming.

The light brightened people's faces and outlined their laughter.

Withering is immediately followed by bloom.

Iron flowers scattered on all sides, first into golden rain, then transferring heat to the world, and then disappearing into the curtain of Chinese New Year's Eve.

"Oh......"

The splendor burned out, and the audience let out a sigh of disappointment.

Then, the second handful of iron flowers blooms just in time.

Under the greenhouse, the former pair of blacksmiths crossed the middle line, and the latter pair had followed.

The 1,600-degree iron juice was knocked away by the flower sticks in turn, and the clumps passed through the greenhouse, igniting the burning materials tied to the wooden beams.

Light dances as a flying dragon, and fire is born from iron.

In the crackling sound of iron, countless festive and happy crystals fell to the ground along with the burning iron filings.

"Brother Fan, the longest pole is called the old pole."

The voices were boiling, and Cui Yutang had to put his head to Hong Fan's ear in order to communicate.

"The firecrackers hanging on the top of the pole are colorful heads, if they are ignited by the iron flowers played by any of them, it is a lottery, representing the best luck in the coming year!"

Hong Fan listened to the introduction with relish, and couldn't help but smile and nod.

Another heavy shower of stars dimmed, and he stretched out his palm, and was receiving a few iron seeds that were still warm.

"Every year, the money and people are all paid by our Cui family."

Cui Yutang said again, his face full of pride.

"The first is to add some excitement to the golden sea;"

"The second is to pray for good fortune in the coming year;"

"The third is to promote the family's business......

The first round of the iron flower performance ended successfully.

The shirtless blacksmiths stopped, exhaled white air, and thrust their waists to regain their strength.

Just when the group situation cooled down slightly, Cui Erye played again.

"Everyone, after this round today, Zulong didn't allow our Cui family's guys to win."

He shook his head, but there was no disappointment on his face.

"I guess maybe it's not because they're not blessed, so why don't you ask someone else to try it?"

Suddenly, everyone raised their hands in excitement, wanting to volunteer.

However, Second Master Cui didn't look at them, but only looked somewhere.

It's his nephew's side.

Cui Yutang hurriedly grabbed Hong Fan's shoulders and pushed forward.

"Let's try it with the star of the golden sea!"

He said loudly.

As soon as this remark came out, no one argued anymore, just applauded and cheered.

Hong Fan naturally realized that this was deliberately arranged by the Cui family.

But how can it be under the hospitality?

"Jin Haihong, Hong Fan!"

He replied aloud, strode to the center of the street, and took the flower stick.

Under the octagonal tent, the most experienced blacksmith came up and threw molten iron for him.

However, the three-zhang high long pole, with the delicacy and strength of the master of the penetration realm, how can he miss?

Hit it out with a stick.

The meteor is like a waterfall, rising against the backlash, and is in the middle of the pole.

The firecrackers were immediately lit and crackled.

"Lottery, lottery!"

Peach and willow green were the first to applaud, and their hands were all red.

All the blacksmiths gathered around and rained more gold.

The two dragon lanterns that had been waiting on the side for a long time also came up, walking through the rain, swimming and dancing around the greenhouse and the Hong Fan in the greenhouse.

"The ancestral dragon has responded, and the color has fallen!"

"The second Hong family is a little colorful!"

Countless cheers filled the streets, burst into the sky, and lit up the night sky.

It just so happened that the sound of the bell and drum tower ringing in the distance came from the sound of the bell and drum tower.

The time officially entered the twenty-eighth year from the twenty-seventh year of Zhenghe.

The crowd grew more and more boiling.

Whether it's applause, cheers, laughter, everything is connected and merges into the wind, bringing the joy of the ukiyo-world all the way to heaven.

Under the fire tree and silver flowers, Aunt Liu watched the young master stand in the center of everyone's sight, accepting the blessings of the entire city.

"Madame, ma'am, did you see that?"

She grabbed Tang Da's arm and laughed and shed tears.

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Day 2.

In the twenty-eighth year of Zhenghe, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

The gift of the newspaper is great.

The Hong family is a big family in Jinhai, and the most important thing on the first day of the new year is to open an ancestral shrine to worship their ancestors.

Compared with other ordinary people, Hong Fan came to the ancestral hall early in the morning to prepare.

He will play the role of a grandson in this shrine.

For the first time in two lifetimes.

Hong Sheng, as always, is the main priest grandson.

On more than ten red square tables in front of the shrine, five animals are listed one by one.

Rice, tea, wine, cakes, paper ceremonies, etc., filled the remaining places.

On both sides of the courtyard of the ancestral hall, all pigs and sheep were cleaned with shelves, all of which were dried and bloody, and every hair was plucked clean.

The red candle has a high fever, and the couplets are newly hung.

It was close to noon, and the hour was approaching.

All the men of the Hong family who had reached the age of fifteen were neatly dressed and waited in a line outside the hall.

"The hour has come."

Hong Pan, who was dressed in a dress and served as a "tong, guide", glanced at Hong Cheng and spoke.

On the side, Hong Ping, who was responsible for receiving the cooperation, and Hong An, who were responsible for receiving the cooperation, were ordered, and each beat the drum and made a chime.

With the sound of drums, there was movement outside the door.

The door of the shrine must be opened by the person with the highest rank in the clan.

Hong Shan, who was eighty-two years old and on crutches, supported his uncle Hong Fei, trembled forward and opened the door that had been specially lubricated in advance.

Seeing this, Hong Pan was lucky and shouted: "The ancestral shrine begins!" ”

At this time, firecrackers are ringing in unison and drums are noisy.

After the three-way drum is finished, everyone has entered the shrine.

Up and down the hall, there was silence.

"Please come forward and give the head of the scarf."

Hong Pan said loudly.

Hong Sheng and Hong Fan immediately came out of the ranks.

Hong Ping and Hong An hurried over in small steps, the former holding a bronze bowl containing clear water, and the latter holding a lacquer plate with a towel.

After the symbolic cleansing of hands and faces, Hongcheng guided the descendants of the descendants to offer incense and candles.

After that, the core of the sacrifice - the three offerings.

First Gift.

By Hong Sheng sacrificing wine, kneeling and prostrating.

Yah's Gift.

Recommended by Hong Fan, kneel and bow to the head.

The final gift.

The memorial text was read aloud by Hong Jian.

Burning incense curls and recites loudly.

"Build an ancestral temple, worship your ancestors, order Zhaomu, enjoy the spring and autumn sacrifices, recommend steaming and taste, and the intention of the descendants to report the book and chase the distance......"

"In the twenty-eighth year of Zhenghe, the first day of the first month."

"If the descendants are successful, they should sue their ancestors."

"The twenty-eighth generation of descendants Hong Jian, forty-seven years old, is anti-congenital realm, and he has to be the first in Jinhai."

"The twenty-ninth generation of Chang Hongsheng, twenty-one years old, is at the peak of the eight veins, and his cultivation is the best in the contemporary era."

"The twenty-ninth generation of descendants Hong Fan, eighteen years old, is in charge of the dragon life-giving star, and his fame overwhelms his peers."

"In the twenty-seventh year of Zhenghe, in December, the Hong family and all surnames sent troops to Hongduo Mountain......"

The sacrificial text is very long, detailing all the major events that have happened in the Hong family in the past year, and it has its own soaring atmosphere.

Hong Fan knelt in the first row and listened quietly, feeling a rare serenity from his solemnity.

For a moment, he felt that the ancestral hall, which had crowded hundreds of people, seemed to have become a whole.

Not only people, not only tablets, but also the entire land and buildings, all become one, sharing breath and destiny.

3. Dedication is completed.

Hong Li walked to the front in a robe, and said a speech to the descendants of the ancestors.

"Sue your children and grandchildren, keep the right and be faithful;

Filial piety, diligence and frugality;

Inherit the past and the future, and glorify the ancestors;

Don't do what you are told, start and finish. ”

At noon, the sacrifice ends.

The elders divided the two heads into hundreds of portions and distributed one to each participant.

This is called "gizzard meat".

Hong Fan changed his dress and walked out of the ancestral hall with the largest piece of meat that belonged to him.

The sun was shining outside, stabbing his eyes.

Hongfu used to be very big, cold, crooked and winding.

But today, he suddenly only walked for a short time and returned to Asahi-in.

(End of chapter)