The place where He Baichuan lives is called "Hancui Tower". This is a green pavilion with a very exquisite, elegant and magnificent architectural layout.
The two-story platform is covered with bright glazed tiles, and the eaves and corners are upturned on all four sides, forming a herringbone-shaped double body. Upstairs and downstairs, there are red railings surrounding each other, winding corridors, and carved doors and windows.
It is decorated with green gauze and has a lifelike white dragon embossed on the spacious doorstep. Outside the door is a snow-white marble platform.
The platform is surrounded by low columns, which are also carved from white marble. The capitals are carved into the shape of a lifelike lion squatting on a ball. The background of the pavilion is a lush green tree, and it is lined with two trees on the left and right.
The peach forest, with red and green contrasting against each other, is more interesting.
This veritable "Hancui Pavilion" is indeed a beautiful building with painted pillars and carved beams. The key is that this pavilion is fresh, elegant and unique. It is just for people who are not wealthy and have no scholarly background.
, I’m afraid I can’t build such a pavilion.
Although today is neither a new year nor a holiday, it is a day for the He family to worship their ancestors.
It is said that hundreds of years ago today, when the great ancestor of the He family was crossing the Yangtze River to move south, he encountered a hurricane and huge waves in the middle of the river, and the ship was about to capsize.
At the critical moment when the whole family was about to be buried in the belly of the fish, a giant blue dragon broke through the dark clouds and hovered above the ship, and the water surface more than ten feet around the ship turned calm.
In order to thank Shenlong for his life-saving grace, the ancestors of the He family established a family motto and designated today as a memorial day every year, offering blood food to the Qinglong who protects the He family from generation to generation.
The place of worship is the He family ancestral hall. This ancestral hall is smaller than the one in the Yang family's Duwu Fort. After all, it is in the city, and the He family's house is located in a land of great value.
However, even so, this ancestral hall covers an area of nearly three acres.
The entire ancestral hall faces south and is very quiet.
He Baichuan got up and changed his clothes and cleansed himself with the maid waiting on him. When he arrived at the ancestral hall, his father He Xing arrived at the ancestral hall with a group of wives, concubines and children, as well as all the deacons, servants and maids in the family.
He Baichuan reached out and fanned himself in front of his mouth. He was still drunk after a night of hangover, but it was already too late.
He quickly climbed up the steps and crossed the threshold. Several rows of servants and maids were already kneeling in the courtyard. Further ahead was another small courtyard where the housekeepers, deacons and maids knelt to offer sacrifices.
He Baichuan walked in a hurry and turned a blind eye to the greetings of some housekeepers and deacons who wanted to please him.
It wasn't until we entered the third courtyard that we found the ancestral hall where we worshiped our ancestors.
The green tile roof of the main hall has owl tails at both ends of the ridge, and the center and corner ridges are decorated with phoenixes. There are also triangular flames between the phoenix and the owl tails.
The beam heads, humps, spines, flat buckets and other wooden components in the hall are composed of various cloud patterns and flower patterns. They are exquisitely carved and exquisitely painted, with green and earthy yellow as the main tones, with orange and orange in between.
Contrast colors such as ocher and rose red, and the patterns are clear and gorgeous.
Women were not allowed to enter the ancestral hall. The female relatives of the He family knelt on the marble outside the hall with He Baichuan's mother as their capital. Of course, there were thick soft futons under their knees.
Seeing He Baichuan's sleepy eyes and haggard expression, He's mother cast a concerned look.
He Baichuan didn't have time to say more to his mother and walked into the main hall.
As soon as he appeared, his father He Xing gave him a sharp look.
Sacrifice to the dragon is such a big event, but this son is late and looks depressed.
Your son's lateness has left an excuse for those clansmen who covet the position of the head of the family. You, Xing Xing, can't even take care of your son, but you still think you are the head of the family.
He Baichuan fell to his knees with a plop. Today was so busy that he didn't have time to put a cushion on his knees. If he knelt down, his knees would turn blue in a short time.
He Baichuan slowly raised his head and looked around.
My father had already turned his body around. On the north wall of the hall was a picture of a green dragon flying into the sky. In the center of the swaying river, a green dragon descended from the sky and protected a crumbling ship.
Because many unpleasant things happened in Xuezizhou last night, He Baichuan was in an extremely bad mood and seemed absent-minded about this routine sacrifice.
When he thought of Shan Teng's rumor, he became very angry.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I couldn’t help but grit my teeth.
His father, He Xing, was leading his tribe to worship and offer sacrifices as per previous practice, and he had no time to pay attention to him at the moment.
He Baichuan couldn't help but yawned, and when he kowtowed and stood up, he suddenly heard someone calling him softly outside the door.
It was extremely quiet in the main hall. Except for a tribesman who was responsible for singing sacrifices, everyone else was silent.
The sounds that He Baichuan could hear could naturally be heard by He Xing and other tribesmen.
"Who is making noise outside?" He Xing turned around and shouted.
Although his voice was not loud, it was extremely harsh in the quiet and solemn ancestral hall.
The eyes of He Baichuan and everyone turned to the entrance of the hall almost at the same time.
A servant suddenly came into people's sight. Maybe he didn't expect to be noticed so suddenly. The servant was stunned on the spot.
When He Baichuan saw this servant, his heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, a member of the tribe with a hot temper stood up from the hall, walked out angrily, raised his hand and slapped the servant:
"You bastard, do you know that this is the ancestral hall of the He family? You kneel down to worship Qinglong and make so much noise here?"
In fact, the sacrificial ceremony has basically been completed at this time.
He Xing stood up and walked out, stood on the steps, and asked in a low voice: "What happened?"
The servant peered into the main hall and looked at He Baichuan, and He Xing understood everything. The matter was probably related to his son. He Baichuan's tardiness had already made him very angry, but when he encountered this kind of thing again,
It adds fuel to the fire.
An angry emotion gradually gathered in his chest and abdomen.
At this time, He Baichuan knew he couldn't hide, so he walked out, crossed his hands and said, "Father!"
In front of all the tribesmen, He Baichuan was always angry and it was inconvenient to break out. He said in a deep voice: "What's going on?"
He Baichuan said: "Father, it's a child..."
"I didn't ask you, let him tell you!" He Xing's tone suddenly became stern.
Because, he saw that several of his clan brothers had gathered around him. These people had always been dissatisfied with him as the head of the family, and naturally they would not miss any opportunity to suppress him.
Nowadays, the more secretive someone is, the more likely they are to give others leverage.
He Baichuan guessed his father's thoughts, but if he told the matter in front of everyone, he was afraid that it would be detrimental to him, so he said: "Father, should I leave this matter to my son?"
After that, he took the servant and walked out of the courtyard.
This chapter has been completed!