The southern and northern countries have completely different customs.
The ancestral hall is the most typical representative!
No matter in any dynasty, the ancestral hall is the spiritual symbol of a family.
The sound of drums in the ancestral hall represents the life and death of the family.
Just like the beacon fire in ancient times!
Less than two minutes later, the final, murderous drum beat suddenly stopped.
But the lingering sound of the drums echoed in the sky of the quiet Yejia Village, like a horn of charge.
There are no fewer than eighty men in the courtyard, some are old and slender, some have half a hair, and some still have a childlike look on their faces.
Each of their faces was filled with unwillingness and anger, and their eyes were full of vengeful fury.
"Buyi is back. Buyi is back."
A cry of surprise came from the powerful and tragic drum beat.
When they saw Ye Buyi returning, the Ye family members gathered around and greeted Ye Buyi: "It's Ayi. Ayi is back."
"Ayi, you came back at the right time."
"Clan leader. Ayi is back."
The sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and a lean old man ran out from the second courtyard of the ancestral hall.
At the steps of the ancestral hall, the ancient man stopped and stared at Ye Buyi with a trembling expression on his face: "Yizai. Why are you back? Is the anti-smuggling team on vacation?"
"Just arrived!"
Ye Buyi did not directly respond to the old man's inquiry. He bowed to the old man and said solemnly: "Ye's Mingyue's legitimate son. Ye Buyi. Listen to the sound of drums and enter the ancestral hall. Please give instructions from the patriarch."
The head of the Ye family looked moved and shouted loudly: "I knew you would come back. I knew Yizi would definitely come back."
"The legitimate son of Mingyue Ye. Ye Buyi entered the ancestral hall."
The hoarse and sad singing sound sounded. After Ye Buyi respectfully placed incense on the tablets of the ancestors of the Ye family ancestral hall, he silently exited the ancestral hall and went down the steps. Shen Mu stood solemnly in the row of relatives of the Bu family.
The leader of the Ye clan took a deep breath, looked at Ye Buyi for a few seconds, and shouted solemnly with a straight face: "Xima Qiu took advantage of the large number of people and injured my Ye clan members. Even I was kicked out of the door when I went to argue."
"Last week, the Xie Ma Qiu family openly invaded our Chaolong Ye family village. Even the younger brother and younger sister were not spared."
"Five days have passed and Xiema Qiu has refused to apologize or compensate."
"Not only that, the Xiema Qiu family also threatened that everyone in my Ye family will never be allowed to be buried in Xiema Mountain again."
At this point, the Ye clan leader's eyes turned red and he screamed: "We are few and cannot defeat them. We admit it."
We endure it! "
"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 and our Ye family's fathers were buried. We must be worthy of them."
"The Xie Ma Qiu family wants people, money, connections, connections, and we can't deal with them!"
"But, we, the Ye family, still have one thing that the Qiu family can't afford to stop their horses from doing!"
"That is--"
"We dare to fight hard!"
After shouting in one breath, the Ye clan leader's eyes were filled with blood, and his old face was ferocious: "It's unbearable!"
"Today, I sound the century-old drum of this ancestral hall for one purpose!"
"Fight them like hell!"
The hoarse and heartbreaking local slang came out, piercing everyone's eardrums and giving people goosebumps.
The blood of the entire Ye family was surging, and they roared loudly: "Fight with all your might!"
"Desperately!"
"Fight them!"
The raging fire of revenge burned brighter than the blood-red sunset in the western sky.
The head of the Ye family couldn't help but sway, his clenched fists kept trembling, but he raised his energy and roared loudly: "Please genealogy!"
After saying that, with tears in his eyes, the head of the Ye clan turned around and knelt down under the memorial tablets of the Ye clan's ancestors. He sobbed and shouted: "In the Ye clan's hall, our ancestors and clans are above us. The unworthy descendants are now bowing down -"
"Reopen the genealogy page!"
"Please bless the spirits of our ancestors and ancestors in heaven!"
In a moment, an old man from the Sixtieth Clan came out holding a dark wooden box and knelt under the memorial tablet.
One of the other two elders from the sixtieth clan opened the wooden box carefully, and the other picked up the yellowed old family tree in the box!
Genealogy!
It is the carrier that records the best and essence of a family.
As the saying goes, the passing geese leave their voices, and the passing people leave their names.
In the long history, historical records record dynasties and emperors, while genealogy records families and the people in the family.
Although there are some differences between the two, they are essentially the same.
On the desk painted with bright red paint, the Ye family document opened the last page of the genealogy, picked up the brush and wrote the date on the top of the blank page.
The moment I started writing again, I saw many women around the courtyard crying together but not daring to cry out.
Sister-in-law Ximei covered her face with her hands, tears bursting from her fingers.
The patriarch of the Ye family lit the incense again and said his blessings to his ancestors. He stood up with difficulty, scanned the audience, took a deep breath and roared in sorrow.
"kneel!"
In an instant, there was a swishing sound.
Standing in the courtyard, a group of eighty young and strong men, old and young, held incense and knelt down on the cold cement floor. They knelt down solemnly and looked at death. The scene was moving. Read the book
"please--"
"Sign of Life and Death!"
After the three words "life and death" were signed, several women around the courtyard fell to the ground.
Many boys and girls cried out loud, but were severely scolded by the parents around them, who forcibly covered their mouths.
The elder of the Ye clan held up a wooden box that was more than a foot square and knelt under the memorial tablet. He held it high and shook it heavily with a solemn expression.
Shake the wooden box once every time you kneel and kowtow.
After three bows, the elder of the Ye clan stood up, placed the wooden box respectfully in the middle of the incense table, and stepped away with tears in his eyes.
"From today on, the winner will be ranked first!"
"From now on, on the day of sacrifice for the whole Ye family, regardless of the year, month and day of the sacrifice, the winner of the lottery will be entitled to enjoy the sacrificial incense!"
The head of the Ye family hissed in front of the entire audience: "From now on, the parents, wives, and children of the winner will be supported by the entire Ye family!"
One sentence after another was spoken, and the thunderous sound was louder and heavier than each sentence.
