The iron chariot of the alchemy book is hard to come by. Song Ci didn't want it to be used casually, let alone use it. Just in case, after all, after all, I don't know how things change in the world over the years, and whether the descendants of the descendants all became useful.

Even Song Zhiyuan himself dared not guarantee it. If he really wanted to produce a wrong species, it was not something he could control.

"You are the head of this generation, so you can pass it down from your generation, make it easy to provide for water, fire and theft." Song Ci glanced at the treasure in the box and said slowly: "In the future, it is not the head of the Song family. There is no need to publicize its existence, nor will it be used as a crime. So, the boss, the next head of the family, you have to cultivate it yourself. The head of the family can be without a high official, but you must have responsibility and a mind. Those who are narrow-minded will not lead the family better."

People with narrow minds will also hold grudges and have selfish intentions. They will embrace all the good things on themselves. How can people convince them?

If the head of the family cannot be convinced, how can he guide the people in the family?

Therefore, if you want to be the head of the family, you must have a broad mind, convince people with reason and virtue.

Song Zhiyuan was in a state of silence, and his throat was blocked, and he said, "My son will pass on his mother's teachings from generation to generation."

Song Ci nodded with a smile.

...

Two days later, at the end of Shen Shi, Song Zhiyuan came to invite Song Ci to the ancestral hall and personally offered the iron orchid letters.

Song Ci: "It's a cold day. Do you ask your mother to go because she thinks your mother has lived for a long time?"

Song Zhiyuan was helpless and had to coax her and said, "Mom, you earned it. If you worship it yourself, that is meaningful and passed on from generation to generation, right?"

Song Ci was a little moved when she said this. It seemed that this was the reason. The original old lady wanted to do this, right?

"Then, go and have a look?"

Ouch, this damn long-lost sense of vanity.

Song Ci was wrapped in airtight, and sat in a warm sedan chair and followed Song Zhiyuan to the Song family's ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is important, and people are not allowed to enter and exit at will. The guards of the ancestral hall are two old men and women, both of whom are old men in the mansion. They help to manage the ancestral hall on weekdays, and their descendants are also working in the mansion.

When Song Zhiyuan and his team arrived, the ancestral hall had already opened. Song Ci got out of the sedan chair and only asked Madam Gong and Nanshan to help her enter. When she entered the ancestral hall, she had to enter by herself. Madam Gong and the others were waiting for this outside.

Song Zhiyuan personally carried the iron orchid and came to the altar in the center of the ancestral hall and placed it on it. He first twisted the incense with Song Ci, bowed a few times, and then walked around the desk, stood on the shelf where the tablets were placed, and moved the top tablets.

Click.

Song Ci heard a small sound, and looked along the sound, but the originally tight floor tiles under the desk opened at this time, revealing a dark grid with a length and width of one foot.

Song Zhiyuan presented the iron deed of the alchemy book to Song Ci and signaled her to put it in.

Song Ci took it, came to the secret compartment, and solemnly put it in.

She was helped up by Song Zhiyuan and looked at the tablets offered, but only a few were worshipped from Song Zhiyuan's great-grandfather and then to his grandfather and grandmother.

It will probably not take long before the tablets engraved with Song Ci will be placed here.

Song Ci clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and recited Amitabha Buddha. To this day, she has done everything she can do for the Song family, and she has tried her best.
Chapter completed!