On a shortcut back, two unexpected people blocked Zhou Bai's way. It was Zhou Chang and his son Zhou Heyun.
Zhou Chang still looked calm and stern, while Zhou Heyun next to him only wore a white singlet with a few thorns hanging on his back.
Asking for forgiveness? Zhou Bai unconsciously thought of this allusion in his mind.
"Brother Bai, I know you may not take it to heart, but Uncle Chang, I still want to apologize to you for my previous behavior." As an elder, Zhou Chang actually bowed to apologize to him.
Although Zhou Bai disliked him a little, he still stepped forward to help him. As an elder, you have to be superficial.
"Yun'er?!" Zhou Chang sneered, and then hurriedly urged Zhou Heyun.
It was already very painful for Zhou Heyun to carry the thorns on his back, but now that he was being urged to move, he even cried out in pain.
Zhou Bai shook his head and said: "Forget it, I already know your purpose of coming. We are all from the same clan, so how can we have such hatred."
The two father and son were overjoyed when they heard the words. They were about to say thank you, but Zhou Bai added another sentence.
"If you're worried that I'll be annoyed by seeing him, just let him go to study in some manor and come back if he can pass the exam."
The wisdom of the little man is certainly worthy of admiration, but he is not a person who only knows how to show kindness without showing his might.
Leaving the father and son dumbfounded, Zhou Bai turned to the main road, where there was a festive bustle everywhere, and many tribesmen would greet Zhou Bai respectfully when they saw him.
Those who were not familiar with him still called him Master Bai, while those who were familiar with him came up to congratulate him, as if they were proud of him.
The one who has a better relationship, uh, is actually Zhou Rui who is the same age in the clan.
Just when he came back from the county town to rest, he caught up with the important event of his good brother's knighthood. This made him extremely happy, and he kept shouting mockingly.
Zhou Bai corrected him seriously. In Daxu, it was assumed that only the viscounts and barons among the fifth-level nobility could be called such honorifics.
The lieutenants below can only be called by their title, which is also to show respect for the great nobles.
If some fifth-class nobles heard about it, they might be dissatisfied and excluded from him, and even attract rebuke from the Ministry of Rites.
After all, there is an orderly hierarchy of superiority and inferiority, and unspoken rules that do not allow arbitrary crossing of classes are ubiquitous.
Therefore, every time dynasties change and power is shuffled, many heroes and heroes fight their lives to earn a share of wealth.
The Qianlong Lord is a dragon fighting in the wild, and his blood is black and yellow.
Otherwise, if the new dynasty is established and future generations want to achieve something, they will have to do the same as Zhou Bai now, and take the imperial examination for the only single-plank bridge that reaches the sky.
Of course, Zhou Bai didn't explain so much to Zhou Rui, but told him some other things.
For example, let him become familiar with the size of the family business as soon as possible, what goods are handled, what caravans are there, and which trade routes are used.
Zhou Rui stared blankly at Zhou Bai walking into the ancestral hall. Are you planning to let him participate in core management? Is Brother Bai really going to take over?
Soon, the heartless Zhou Rui came to his senses and ran towards his house with a smile on his face.
He wanted to say to his father: "Dad, are you ready to be my subordinate?"
However, he didn't know that no matter how much Zhou Bai wanted to reuse him, he would never replace Zhou Xiangwen, who knew business well and was a good person, so early.
In the ancestral hall, there was a solemn and quiet atmosphere, and among the incense and smoke, Zhou Bai could faintly see the increasingly transforming family atmosphere.
This ennoblement added enough luck to the Zhou family's transformation into a red house.
It can be said that as long as the title of Yunqiwei is held by Zhou Bai for ten years, even if no one wins the election, the Zhou family can successfully become a county magnate.
Generally speaking, officials of the ninth or eighth grade are officials of the ninth or eighth grade. Although they have real power, they are not as noble as Yun Qiwei.
The official seal on the palm of the hand, when wearing official uniforms, can be said to be good, and can feed a lot of luck to the family, but once he becomes an official, he will be left alone, and his influence is not much greater than that of a minor official.
Zhou Bai, Yunqi Lieutenant, did not have these worries. Even at an old age, he was still qualified to give advice to local officials, and every county official did not dare to neglect.
Because starting from the lowest Wuqiwei, there is a chance to go directly to Tianting once a year, and the stations along the way must be sent to Shenjing in an expedited manner.
Entering the ancestral hall to worship ancestors, Zhou Bai did not go to say hello to Zhou Xiangwen who was kneeling in front, but unconsciously activated the Qi-gazing technique.
Tongyoudongwei!
Now that Zhou Bai's soul power has greatly increased, he certainly feels right. There is really "someone" watching him.
With the support of abundant mental power, a strange color appeared in a pair of black eyes, the real world quietly faded away, and a dark and cold spiritual realm appeared behind the divine case.
The spiritual realm is not big, it is about a smaller version of the clan temple. Three souls full of incense are looking at him with a smile.
Is this the place where my Zhou family’s ancestral spirit resides? !
These three souls are very similar to the ancestors hanging next to them. The first generation ancestor who founded the clan, the second generation ancestor who led the family to establish a foothold in Pingcang, and the third generation ancestor who led the family to establish a foothold in Pingcang.
Zhou Bai was a member of the Zhou family in his past and present lives, so he would naturally not be disrespectful to his ancestors, and responded to their smiles with respectful eyes.
At this time, the imperial edict enshrined on the divine table suddenly shimmered, and strong luck rose. Suddenly, he felt the intersection of yin blessing and yang luck.
Half a month ago, his junior high school student returned to his clan to pay homage. Although Zhou Baiyang's fortune was prosperous at that time, it could not compare with the fortune of his clan, which had eleven talented people.
After paying homage to some of the yang luck, he was defaulted as the heir of the family, but received blessings of yin blessings that were many times greater than the yang luck.
Now that he is granted the title of Yunqi Lieutenant and enjoys the treatment of the eighth rank, this is a breakthrough that the Zhou family has not had in officialdom for decades.
In addition, since this was a personal seal by imperial edict, Zhou Bai's yang luck was able to overwhelm his yin blessings, and an abundant flow of luck poured into the spiritual realm. This was feeding yin with yang.
The way of yin and yang luck is so mysterious, it is no wonder that those big families can stand for hundreds of years, and aristocratic families can even last for several dynasties.
At that time, the Book of Luck in the Lingtai also changed.
[Origin point: ten points] (Your name appears on the Emperor's desk for the first time, and you are granted the title of Yunqi Wei by the True Dragon of Humanity in the world, and your origin point is increased by ten.)
Also, because of the enlightenment on luck just now, the number of origin points required to improve the Qi-Wang Technique has been reduced by ten points. Now it only takes ninety points to upgrade the Qi-Wang Technique from a minor skill to a Dacheng skill.
"What luck!" Zhou Bai felt incomprehensible for a moment and actually whispered.
Zhou Mingxuan, who had been worshiping with his eyes closed and wanting to talk to his ancestors about what was on his mind, also turned around when he heard the noise.
His expression was complicated, but it was obvious that he was more happy than confused. At this time, Zhou Mingxuan had already made up his mind.
"Brother Bai, come here to offer incense and kowtow."
Zhou Bai nodded slightly, stepped forward, lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner, and then bowed respectfully three times.
When he stood up again, the spiritual realm had quietly disappeared, making it difficult to spy unless Xiao Cheng's Qi-Wang Technique was forced to operate to the limit.
"Has the clan leader made a decision?" Zhou Bai asked softly in front of his father's tomb.
Zhou Mingxuan's originally somewhat stooped body was straight, and he looked directly at Zhou Bai with a pair of weathered eyes, and asked seriously: "Zhou Bai, let me ask you one last time, are you really confident in leading the family to become stronger?!"
"I am confident that all current strategies and means are for the sake of strengthening the family in the future!" Zhou Bai also looked directly into Zhou Mingxuan's eyes and replied sincerely.
"Then I..." Zhou Mingxuan suddenly found it difficult to continue.
Seeing this, Zhou Bai took a deep breath, stepped forward and bowed: "Please abdicate the old patriarch, a family that wants to be strong cannot have a second voice."
After a long silence, Zhou Mingxuan sat down in front of the ancestors' spiritual tablets, and said in a deep voice with him behind his back: "Gather all the tribesmen, hold a ceremony to honor the ancestors in three days, and at the same time announce that you will take over the position of the tribe leader!"
