This is an era when men make contributions, but it is also an era that is unfair to women.
The husband is so capable, which is an honor to the woman, but he also feels wronged.
There is a poem that says, "I regret teaching my husband to seek the title of Marquis", which expresses the grievances of women in this era.
When the husband shines brightly and the wife can only look up to him, many things must be compromised.
In Cui Jie's case, in addition to the worldly rules, her compromise is more about her love for this man. She does not want this man to be embarrassed because of her, and she does not want to let this man down because of her, and let down another good girl who is affectionate and righteous because of her.
Li Qinzai was very moved.
He couldn't set up any kind of dedicated personality, but it wasn't that he was a womanizer. Like Cui Jie, he couldn't live up to Zi Nu either.
After returning to Chang'an, every time I closed my eyes, the melancholy face of Zi Nu always appeared in my mind when she was in a desperate situation. She left a tooth mark on his palm, promising to meet him in the next life with her life.
How can you abandon such a woman, how can you bear her down?
In the dark room, the couple was silent for a long time, each thinking about their own thoughts.
After a while, Cui Jie suddenly took the initiative and said shyly: "Husband, my mother has urged us many times to give her a grandchild as soon as possible."
Li Qinzai gritted his teeth: "Sheng! Don't treat me like a human being tonight!"
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The next day was New Year's Eve, and Li Qinzai rarely got up early.
If he hadn't thought about it, Mrs. Li Cui would have kicked in the door. Li Qinzai was so angry that he couldn't express his anger to his mother, so he had to get up and get dressed gloomily. After breakfast, he sat alone in the yard in a daze.
Everyone in the mansion seemed to be very busy, but Li Qinzai was a breath of fresh air in the Duke's mansion. The white winter sun shone on him like a salted fish exposed on both sides.
How did you celebrate the New Year in your previous life?
Red envelopes, firecrackers, candies and melon seeds, snacks, Spring Festival Gala, and...
Many memories of past lives came to mind.
The New Year celebrations in this life are a little different. There are many and complicated rules. Everyone is in awe of the gods of heaven and earth and their ancestors.
The biggest difference is that they celebrate the New Year not to be happy for themselves, but to try to make the gods of heaven and earth and their ancestors happy.
In the morning, Li Ji led the whole family to the ancestral hall in the backyard to worship the ancestors of the Li family.
Li Ji's original surname was Xu. During the Wude period, he was given the surname "Li" by Li Yuan. From then on, the Xu family became the Li family.
The emperor's surname was not simply a change of surname. It is no exaggeration to say that Li Ji's family could barely be considered half of the royal family.
In the royal family registration of Zongzheng Temple, Li Ji's family was included in the clan list.
This year is an even more prosperous year for the Li family.
Li Qinzai made great achievements in Tuyuhun and was granted the title of County Marquis. For the Li family, it was a rare honor for many years.
So this year when Li Ji led a group of unworthy descendants to worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall, Li Ji's expression was particularly proud. If his age had not allowed him to do so and the occasion was inappropriate, he would have jumped up in front of his ancestor's tablet.
The one who made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty is our grandson. He should not only be a fool, but also a fool.
After the sacrifice, Li Ji had a gentle look on his face and stroked Li Qinzai's head. In front of the memorial tablets of his ancestors, he encouraged him to keep up his efforts and strive to let me win the ceremonial title again in front of the memorial tablets of his ancestors next year.
Li Qinzai responded respectfully and sneered in his heart.
Next year, why not treat me as a salted fish, put it on a plate as an offering, and place it in front of the memorial tablets of your ancestors. The ancestors will definitely be very happy.
After the sacrifice, everyone in the Li family left the ancestral hall and continued to play their own things.
Butler Wu Tong is extremely busy. Not only does he have to prepare for tonight's reunion banquet, but he also has to supervise the servants in the mansion to clean up inside and out.
The statue of the door god had been posted on the pillar of the main gate of the Duke's residence for a whole year. Wu Tong bowed respectfully and thanked the door god for silently guarding the family house for the past year.
Carefully take off the old door god statue and replace it with the new door god statue.
For the first time, two small tables were placed in front of the two door god statues, which were filled with offerings. Today, not only the ancestors but also the gods are celebrating the New Year, and they must have a good meal during the New Year.
It is worth mentioning that the door gods enshrined in the Tang Dynasty today are not Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong of later generations.
These two people just passed away not long ago, and it’s hard to say whether they will be reincarnated or not. I’m afraid it’s not yet time to become gods.
In today's Tang Dynasty, the door gods worshiped by the court and the public are "Shen Tu" and "Yulei" respectively. These two door gods are serious and hold the status of gods. Legend has it that the two are brothers. When evil spirits harm the people, they will be tied up and fed. tiger.
When the common people saw that the two men were so fierce, calling them male gods was not enough to commend their achievements, so they called them door gods.
The Duke's mansion was busy all the time, but Li Qinzai was free.
After sitting in the yard in a daze for a long time, Li Siwen hurried past several times, and each time he let out a dissatisfied roar from his nostrils. Li Qinzai realized that he could no longer sit in the yard, otherwise he would easily get into trouble.
Those who are older than the Chinese New Year will not be beaten even if a child gets into trouble. At Li Qinzai's age, he is still a newly promoted county prince. If his father chases him throughout the yard, it will not only be unlucky, but also very embarrassing.
Therefore, Li Qinzai felt that he should find something to do.
Grandpa Li Ji is getting older. Every time I see him, I always feel that he is a little older.
According to the true trajectory of history, Li Ji only lived for a few years.
After time travel to the present day, if Li Qinzai wanted to change something from his heart, it would be Li Ji's life span.
It has nothing to do with family, country, country, patronage or ancestral shadow.
I simply don’t want to see my loved ones leave too soon. This somewhat dark and wise old man deserves to live a long life.
Then, let's find something for Li Ji to do.
As soon as he thought of it, Li Qinzai asked the housekeeper to get some thick bamboos, and found two craftsmen. He ordered the craftsmen to split the bamboos, grind them, and make them into 108 identical small pieces.
Waxing, painting, engraving, coloring...
After a whole set of processes was completed, a Tang Dynasty version of mahjong came into being in the hands of Li Qinzai.
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In the study room in the backyard, Li Ji squinted and carefully looked at the treasures presented by Li Qinzai.
To Li Qinzai's relief, Li Ji's hands were constantly rubbing and turning the beads he had made, but the time for stringing them was still short, and no patina had formed on the surface of the beads.
Very good, given time, a greasy old man will appear out of nowhere, wearing flowery pants and slippers, with skewers in his hand.
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"What is this..." Li Ji took a mahjong tile, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
Seeing that his grandfather was about to take a taste, Li Qinzai hurriedly stopped him.
"Grandpa, you can't eat it. This is for fun."
Li Ji was suddenly startled and said harshly: "Of course I know I can't eat it. How can I eat something so hard..."
Li Qinzai placed mahjong on the table and then told Li Ji how to play mahjong.
Eat, touch, gong, and lose.
Li Qinzai explained in detail the levels of Hu cards in various combinations.
And Li Ji's understanding was obviously good, and it didn't take long for him to understand.
"It's a bit interesting," Li Ji chuckled: "One hundred and eight cards can actually form so many interesting Hu Fa'er, re-establishing order from the initial chaos, and relying on skills to win the luck of the other three families..."
Li Qinzai personally accompanied him to practice several times, and deliberately gave him some water.
After playing with it a few times, Li Ji became more and more interested, and a sense of heroism arose spontaneously.
"Call those unfilial things here and play a few rounds with me!"