There is a wax festival every year, but most of them are folk entertaining themselves, and the townships that are familiar with each other are lively and lively.

Last year, the king of Zhou invited the nobles, but this year he congratulated the people, which made many people panic at the same time, and there was a trace of joy in their hearts.

In the past, no common people would regard themselves as aristocrats, let alone think about it, but after the sweater riding and shooting, everyone wore sweaters, and the etiquette system was also blurred, and it seemed that it was not so easy to distinguish the difference between the two, and gradually erased the inferiority complex of the small people in the past.

The ancestral temple is now only enclosed on a piece of land, and construction has not yet begun, after all, the money of the nobles has not been paid.

The chief official of the Taile Department plays the piano, and the subordinate officials play the pipes and sheng, beating the bells and drums, and the royal orchestra is grand and beautiful.

Before the start of the public discussion, the face of the celebration should be done sufficiently, and Zishou personally came forward, so he also deliberately read the method of celebrating the sacrifice of the ancestors, and we all came in reverse.

"The auspicious time has come, I will present a gift for all the people!"

The peasants were bustling, and the place was too open for sound to hear.

Zishou misses Zhang Guifang's humanoid megaphone a little, but it's a pity that the megaphone brother is still fighting in the south.

So he walked slowly to the side of the official of the Taile Department, just like picking a watermelon in a fruit store in his previous life, snapped it twice, picked the largest one, and unloaded the chime that was shaking due to the percussion, and then, with two clicks, pierced the top of the chime, and in this way, it became a simple microphone.

"The auspicious time has come, I will present a gift for all the people!"

Zishou repeated, this time he was quite satisfied, the voice was loud enough to be deafening.

As soon as the words fell, You Hun led a group of officials, holding the lamb in his arms, and stepped forward, and Zishou slaughtered the little lambs with the Tai'a sword, and then turned them into mutton from the remaining pieces.

Naturally, the blood of the sheep could not be wasted, and it was sprinkled around the circle around the encircled ancestral temple.

At the same time, Shi Yan led people to play music again, and the sheng flute bells and drums sounded in unison, but it was a little discordant, after all, there was one less chime specially transported, and it was not a set.

After repeating for a while, Bo Yi said: "You can salute the gods!"

Although Zishou changed the name of the wax sacrifice to the Spring Festival, but only unified the time of the wax sacrifice in various places, and did not change its content much, whether it is the official eunuch house or the common people's home, at the end of the year to hold a "year-end sacrifice", used to worship the gods, this is unchanged, the scale of the grand grand is the most in the year.

Therefore, the momentum is extraordinarily great, and everyone offers the best sacrifices to thank the gods for their blessings, and prays for good weather in the coming year, abundant crops, prosperity of the six animals, and a healthy family.

Especially this year, the harvest in various places has increased by one percent, and it is necessary to pay more attention to the fact that the Son of Heaven sacrifices to the gods and the princes sacrifice to the Lord, which is the regulation of the previous sacrifices.

Zishou didn't sacrifice once, after all, he was no longer the Son of Heaven.

"The gods and spirits have arrived!"

Yin Rui pulled a few sacks to the top, the gods of heaven are the gods of the sky, the spirit of the lord is the lord of the mountain, the lord of the water, the sacrifice to put it bluntly, is to be grateful to the gods.

The people looked solemn, although the king has always disrespected the gods, but the people have not changed much, and they have bowed their hands very respectfully.

The nobles who came to join in the crowd also felt that it was nothing, no matter how disrespectful the king was to the gods, how could he not be disrespectful in front of the peasants?

This year, we can still have a bumper harvest by planting new grains, thanks to the protection of the gods, and if you do not respect the gods in front of the farmers, you will inevitably be reviled by others.

Zishou nodded slightly, and the next routine should be divination.

As for divination, it is not a big deal, I ask about the weather next year, ask about the harvest of the next year, ask whether natural and man-made disasters will come, ask where to dig wells, ask when it is suitable for sowing....

I also asked my wife if she was pregnant, whether it was a boy or a girl...

Zi Shou sneered, and the divination unearthed in the Yin Ruins in later generations is nothing more than these, even if it is the divination offered by Wu Ding himself, it is also these things.

What's the matter? Not to mention whether or not to get a response, the wife has to ask the gods when she gives birth? Why don't you ask the gods if the child is her own?

However, the peasants below were still quite respectful, bowing their heads one by one and muttering to themselves, as if they wanted to offer their most sincere gratitude to the gods who had made the land abundant.

Zishou waved his sleeve robe, and pushed the sweater to ride the short-sleeved short shirt on the surface, but in fact, he, the emperor, took the lead in not complying, and put the imperial robe on the outside every day, without him, safe.

He had the king set fire to the thorn wood with a golden flint and took out a piece of sheep bone, which burned to a certain extent, and the thin bone armor would form cracks and make a crackling sound, and people would judge the response of the gods according to these sounds, as well as the length, thickness, straightness, and concealment of the cracks.

The gods responded with a hammer, and even if it was changed to a demonless world, the sound of burning sheep bones could be heard cracking in the fire.

The burned sheep bone quilt was crushed and almost burned his hands, he held a large chime and shouted at a few sacks: "I ask you, this year's harvest is good, but what is the merit?"

Bo Yi was suddenly shocked in his heart, feeling that something was not good.

He thought that the king would be measured, even if he didn't respect the gods, he wouldn't do anything during the sacrifice, and at most he would eat the sacrifice afterwards, but he didn't expect to ask directly.

Although the ministers of the court and the central government all knew that the increase in land production was due to the merit of the king of Xu's clever plan to promote manure, the people did not know!

Something is going to happen to the wax sacrifice, and everyone in the Ministry of Rites can't escape responsibility.

Soon, the sack moved crookedly, and the peasants and people below exclaimed, the gods were obviously spiritual?

Immediately, they smelled a commotion.

Zishou pulled the sack, and several peasants appeared.

The people looked at each other, shouldn't the sack be the idol of the god? After the sacrifice, the sack could be uncovered to reveal the face of the god and be worshipped by the people.....

But this, how is it human?

And they are the same people, farmers who work in the fields.

"It's Zhang San!"

"It's Li Si!"

Immediately, someone recognized the people who were trembling at the question.

Zhang San and Li Si had already urinated out, and they originally planned to come to participate in the celebration of the lap festival, but as soon as they went out, they were put in a sack, and in the end it became like this, and they accepted the worship of the people instead of the gods.

It's a long life!

Zishou smiled, is it wrong to sacrifice to the people?

It was these people who worked hard every day, digging in the fields for food and begging for a living, and carefully taking care of the crops, so that there would be a harvest and a good harvest.

These seven or eight people represent the people.

What does the harvest have to do with your gods?

Zishou looked at the people who were stubborn and conservative, and even cried in fear, and couldn't help but shake their heads again and again.

You are the ones who really deserve to be sacrificed and enjoy the best food of the year, the most sumptuous meal of the year!

If you don't go out early and return late, and if you don't turn over the soil and farm the land by yourself, can you still grow food out of thin air?

If you worship the gods, you can make pies from the sky?

You're the one who supports your family, you're the one who farms the land, and at the end of the year, you still have to leave the best for the gods at the time of the big sacrifice?

There are holes in the brain.

This year's harvest is the result of waiting for it? This question can be answered correctly on the spot, yes, it is the credit of your group of farmers who have made crops grow in the fields.

Looking at the uproar of the peasants and the people, Zishou showed an imperceptible smile on his face, but he quickly covered it up.

At this time, Zhang San and Li Si, who were frightened by accountability, seemed to have eased up, and said in a loud voice: "Move, move.... I've got it!"