"Mother, my ancestors have blessed me, and I think it's time to pay homage to me."
"But now that we have Erlang in our family, it's better for you, mother, to take care of him and let the child go on his own."
Seeing Gao Zhang's obedient and filial look and his considerate words, Huang's eyes moistened slightly and she pinched Gao Zhang's thin and tender face.
"Okay, you kid knows how to love your mother, but since you are worshiping your ancestors, my husband..."
Fortunately, Gao Qiu, who had regained his composure, nodded in agreement.
"What Zhang'er said is absolutely true. Madam, you'd better take good care of Erlang. Just go with Zhang'er for your husband."
Fang Baihua glanced at the young man with some reluctance, and stayed to accompany Huang. After all, she had not officially married into the Gao family, so naturally she could not go to the ancestral hall to burn paper.
However, the young lady also secretly decided that one day, my aunt would also deliver truckloads of incense paper candles to the Gao family ancestral hall.
The father and son stepped out of the house, and within two steps, they all let out a long sigh of relief.
Then they looked at each other in unison and smiled knowingly.
However, as an elder, Gao Qiu, who felt that his behavior was inappropriate, couldn't help but explain.
"Zhang'er, you also know that your mother-in-law is very pious in offering sacrifices to her ancestors, um... quite pious."
As a filial child, Gao Zhang certainly could not accuse his own father of what he said was wrong, but just went with the flow.
"Of course the child knows that my mother is not very good at verbal expressions and is better at doing things silently."
The father and son just strolled to the courtyard where the ancestral hall is located without saying a word.
The butler Fukang, who had already received the news, had already sent people to prepare scented paper candles.
However, when Gao Zhang and his father Gao Qiu stepped up the steps, they saw the neatly stacked paper money under the eaves, which must have been a cube.
Both father and son's expressions changed. This horse is going to be burned out. Can they still sleep?
"Father, the child feels that it is too hard for mother to take care of Erlang by herself. Dad should go over earlier to accompany mother. There is no need to burn all these papers..."
"Yes, yes, Zhang'er, you are still young now, and you cannot delay your rest because of worshiping your ancestors.
In this way, we, father and son, can each take a piece of paper.
Take the rest back quickly and don't get in my eyes. "
The steward who was responsible for taking care of the ancestral hall secretly curled his lips, always feeling that the master and the young master were obviously far less pious towards their ancestors than his wife.
But I didn't dare to say anything, so I could only agree quickly.
"You two, hurry up and help us put all these things back into the car and put them in the warehouse. Don't let them get damp."
Seeing the servants and stewards busy there, Gao Zhang was stunned for a long time while copying a knife of paper money, and then asked in a low voice to his biological father.
"Father, in our family, do we even have to stuff these things into the warehouse?"
"No, no, no, it's a big room that your mother ordered to clean up, specifically to pile up these incense paper candles to offer sacrifices to our ancestors."
Having said this, Gao Qiu raised his face helplessly and looked at the starry night sky.
"In the past, if your mother wanted to burn some incense paper candles, she had to buy them temporarily. Why not just stay at home? Hmm... hurry in."
Gao Zhang nodded silently, understanding. Mother was doing inventory to avoid running out of goods at home when Xingzhi came.
Entering the ancestral hall, these ancestral halls had been transformed before Gao Zhang left Bianliang, Tokyo.
The main reason is that Gao Zhang is a little worried that his mother's not-so-serious hobby may easily affect the respiratory system. The excessive PM2.5 level will definitely turn red to black.
So the ancestral hall was renovated, and wide flues were specially made at the rear of the house and on the left and right sides.
There were even a few rocker-type exhaust fans inside. Whenever paper was burned, people would step on the exhaust fans outside the ancestral hall.
You can suck all the thick smoke inside the ancestral hall into the flue, pass through the flue, and discharge it into the sky.
At first, parents Gao Qiu and Huang were not happy that Xiao Gao was tampering with their ancestral hall.
However, after his son was worried about his parents' health, he gave them a detailed science education and explained the pathogenicity of the smoke to people.
They even caught a few live chickens and rabbits and used a room for experiments, and finally convinced their mother, Huang, who liked to perform sacrificial activities.
After convincing my mother, it couldn't be easier to deal with my biological father.
But now, the incense candles are lit in the ancestral hall, and as soon as the money and papers are burned, the exhaust fan starts to stir.
The green smoke that was floating slowly was sucked away in an instant.
Hmm... I have to say that technology and hard work are still very effective, but the smoke-filled ethereal spirit inside the ancestral hall is missing after all.
Gao Zhang raised his head, looked at the shiny tablets of his ancestors, and silently told his ancestors that I had no choice but to sacrifice to their ancestors according to the traditional procedures.
Think about later generations, all kinds of gadgets with sound and light effects, such as electronic candlesticks, electronic firecrackers, and some actually put cigarettes, mahjong, paper mobile phones, and even unscrupulous magazines on altars.
In comparison, Gao Zhang still felt that he wanted to look more traditional. At any rate, he was really burning paper and kowtowing.
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The father and son both kowtowed devoutly to their ancestors.
He began to burn the paper thread slowly and leisurely. There was no need to rush this thing. It happened that Gao Qiu had a lot to say and wanted to have a good chat with his own son.
"Zhang'er, at such a young age, you are already a third-rank official in the imperial court. Many people have worked hard all their lives, but they may not be able to reach your position."
Another piece of paper money was thrown into the brazier, and as the fire flickered, it intersected with the candlelight in the ancestral hall.
"Zhang'er, you must also know that since Emperor Shenzong, Emperor Zhezong, and now the officials, recovering the old land and pacifying Xixia has become an obsession..."
Gao Zhang burned the paper money quietly, listening to his father's gentle and generous voice ringing in his ears.
"But you were in the south of the Yangtze River, one man and one horse, and put down the Zhu family's rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River that shocked the world. Not only did you make the civil and military officials in the court look at you with admiration."
"The officials have extremely high expectations for you."
"...Dad, is this one man riding a horse too much?"
Gao Zhang couldn't help but remind his father in a low voice that it was others who were bragging, but I had written a letter to talk to you about the facts.
After hearing Gao Zhang's words, Gao Qiu turned his head and looked at his own son with a resentful expression, and couldn't help but smile.
"It doesn't matter. As a father, I naturally understand the truth, but I still feel that one person and one cavalry can put down the Zhu family's rebellion in Jiangnan, which is more in line with the praise and praise of my son from the people of the world."
"..."
My whole body hurts today, but I feel a little better. I have two more updates to write.
(End of chapter)
