The fourth day of departure coincided with the Cold Food Festival. Xiao Han had always thought that Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival were the same festival, because they had been celebrated like this in those years. But now, he was told that the Cold Food Festival is different from the Tomb-Sweeping Festival. The Tomb-Sweeping Festival will not be celebrated until two days after the Cold Food Festival!
After being humiliated with extremely contemptuous looks, Xiao Han sat lonely on the big stone by the roadside, biting into the cakes one by one...
"The Cold Food Festival commemorates Jie Zitui, and the Qingming Festival commemorates ancestors! You confuse the two. Could it be that your ancestor is Jie Zitui?" Thinking of Li Shimin's extremely disdainful words, Xiao Han's face became hot.
Yes, he doesn't know the difference between Cold Food Festival and Qingming Festival, but can you blame him? In the era he lived in, these old rules had long been forgotten!
Does Xiao Han know that even if he has passed the Cold Food Festival, are these bastards talking about him like this? Show off what you can do?
If you have the ability, go back to the 21st century, grab any young man, and ask him to recite the twelve hours. If he doesn't spit on you, ask me!
He didn't dare to say these words, because if he did, he would probably be treated as a hysterical attack, so Xiao Han, who was in trouble, had to sit alone and chew dry food in depression.
Cold Food Festival, really cold food! Not only was there no hot food, there was not even a sip of hot water. At this time in the past, countless plumes of smoke would have risen in the military camp, but today it was quiet and there was nothing. I am really proud of those bastard cooks. The cooking was not delicious in the first place, but today I can have a day off. How can it be such a good thing? ? !
The stiff dry biscuits were a bit harsh on his throat, so Xiao Han struggled to unscrew the bamboo tube. After taking a sip of boiled water that he had filled yesterday, Xiao Han looked at the lid of the bamboo tube and couldn't help but sigh: "During the Cold Food Festival, huh, this Jie Zitui is quite stubborn. People are burning mountains to invite you to come out and apologize! But you would rather be with me?" I will be burned to death together and not come out, just to fight for a breath, why bother?"
"Bitter? What kind of bitterness? Water is bitter? No way, I drank this in the spring water on the mountain specially yesterday!" Just as Xiao Han was muttering to himself, the fool happened to pass by, and a pair of donkey ears heard Xiao Han Han was talking about suffering, so he couldn't help but ask strangely.
Xiao Han glanced at Lengzi, screwed on the lid, put the bamboo tube aside, and said to him: "It's not that the water is bitter, it's that life is bitter!"
The fool was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly came over and said: "What did the Marquis say? Where did your life suffer? Look here, who doesn't envy you! Why are you still suffering!"
Xiao Han sighed: "Get out!!!"
Being with this kind of idiot would make you miserable! Why can't we meet a smart person in the play who is smart and capable, and can take the blame for his master even if nothing happens? Even if there is someone like Xiao Ai, who is dedicated to sharing the master's worries, that's fine!
When I think of Xiao Ai, I naturally think of Xue Pan. Xiao Han subconsciously reached out and touched the purse on his chest. It was fluffy and placed close to his heart. He felt at ease no matter what.
I had never experienced the feeling of love in my previous life. I had no father or mother. In that era when fighting for fathers was popular, no one knew how much Xiao Han had suffered!
Not to mention anything else, in order to have a small nest, I worked from dawn to dusk. But in the end, Xiao Han sadly discovered that no matter how much he saved, he would never be able to raise the down payment!
"I finally don't have to worry about a doghouse in this life. Xue Pan, just wait for me. I'll come to see you when I get to Chang'an!" Xiao Han raised the corner of his mouth as he thought about it.
Maybe imagination is always beautiful, but in reality, no matter how beautiful things are, there will be some changes.
The army walked non-stop for six days and was close to Chang'an. It's a pity that Xiao Han can't go to Chang'an to see Xue Pan as he thought, because: Tomorrow is the Qingming Festival!
After living for two lifetimes, Qingming has always been a superfluous holiday for Xiao Han. Every time he celebrates this festival, Xiao Han just goes to the field to pull out mugwort and brings it back. What does it mean? Only the devil knows!
The people in Xiao Han's fiefdom were very well-informed and had been waiting for Xiao Han on the road where the army must pass. The leaders were Butler Lu and Lao Cao.
The army walked slowly on the road. Butler Lu and Lao Cao stretched their heads to search for Xiao Han's whereabouts among the passing crowd.
A donkey came over ticking, dragging a cart behind it, and the big wooden wheels squeaked and rolled, which made my teeth ache.
Butler Lu and Lao Cao were all looking for the tall horse and ignored the noisy donkey cart. As a result, when the donkey cart stopped in front of them, they saw clearly that Xiao Han, who had been searching for him for so long, was lying lazily in the cart.
"Hey, Lao Lu, Lao Cao, why are you here?" The donkey cart was steady. Xiao Han yawned loudly, sat up from the cart, and asked the two of them with a smile.
Butler Lu was almost startled when he heard Xiao Han's voice. When he saw Xiao Han showing his head, he couldn't help but rush to the side of the cart. He looked up and down first and made sure that Xiao Han was intact before saying emotionally: "Master Hou! You are back! I miss you so much these days! I thought you wouldn't be able to come back before worshiping the ancestors. Thank God, you are still here came back!"
"Sacrifice to ancestors? What sacrifice to ancestors? Who to sacrifice to?" Xiao Han jumped off the cart and scratched his head in confusion. He doesn’t even know who his ancestor is! Where does ancestor worship come from?
"Hey, Mr. Hou, be careful!" The stupid uncle who came from behind heard Xiao Han's words and couldn't help but frowned: "Sacrificing ancestors during the Qingming Festival is naturally to sacrifice one's own ancestors! Crows feed back, lambs knelt down to breastfeed, filial piety is the greatest in the world. ! Master Hou must not make fun of this!"
This stupid uncle is good everywhere, but he is too stubborn about these things. Xiao Han has a headache when he hears it. He quickly waved his hands and said: "I'm not kidding! I mean, I don't even know where my parents are going. Looking for ancestors?"
Hearing Xiao Han's words, Butler Lu's face twitched for some reason, and he said to him with a strange expression: "Master Marquis, why don't you come home with us first? I came here to meet you a few days ago. Many people came here, and they all said they would take you to the ancestral land to worship during the Qingming Festival..."
"What?" Xiao Han was startled. He stared at Guan Lu's family with wide eyes and said, "You come to me to recognize your relatives? There are so many people?"
"Yes!" Butler Lu and Lao Cao smiled bitterly and nodded together.
The two of them were also being disturbed at home unbearably during this period! That's it, I don't dare to let people go out. We can only find guest rooms for them to stay in. Anyway, there are many empty rooms at home!
I originally thought that this would be fine, but I didn't expect that these people worked so hard to become the Marquis' family members. You can start fighting even when you go out for a walk! Everyone says that Mr. Hou is their long-lost child. Everyone else is a liar anyway, but they are the good people! It is precisely because of this that these people have been causing chaos in the fiefdom for a while! Even industrial areas have been affected to a certain extent.
Standing on the ground, he listened to the two men's accusations. Xiao Han's face turned white and red, and in the end he slapped the cart so hard that even Xiao Ji was startled.
"Steward Lu, go back now! Throw everyone out! Anyone who dares to refuse to leave will be beaten out with sticks! Even if they are beaten to death! They have deceived me one by one. I really think I am good. Bully!"
The anger in Xiao Han's heart was rising. He could endure the scammers who cheated him of money and sex! After all, this is what people do and this is how they make a living. But lying about family affection is something Xiao Han can never stand!
This is how people are, the more they lack something. What matters more! Family is elusive in Xiao Han's mind! Because of this, Xiao Han will never be polite to anyone who dares to touch this area rashly!
