"My great-nephew listened to the teachings of my uncle and did not dare to slack off. He should follow his father's example and forge ahead."
Su Yizhao kowtowed to the ancestral tablet. The moment her name was recorded in the family tree, it meant that she was now tied to the Su family.
Just follow your father's example! The second old man glanced at Su Wenqing, who was kowtowing, but still didn't say anything.
After Su Yizhao and his son finished their worship, they followed the two old masters outside the ancestral hall to listen to their ancestors' instructions again, and then the clan members went in one by one to worship.
"Let's go!" Su Wenqing said to Su Yizhao while ordering someone to prepare incense candles and paper money.
"This is to pay homage to your great-grandfather and great-grandmother!" Uncle Zhong whispered to Su Yizhao.
Su Yizhao nodded and followed Su Wenqing.
The Su family has many family fields, as well as many other mountainous areas. The Su family has a cemetery, where all Su family members are buried, at the foot of the mountain at the west end of the village.
Su Wenqing was the first to sit on the sliding pole. Su Yizhao cursed the evil class in his heart, and finally sat on it.
Because Uncle Zhong said that although the cemetery is at the foot of the mountain, it is also on the other side of the mountain. In fact, it is not close.
This is a mountainous area and it is difficult to walk. If she insists on walking by herself, not only will she not be able to go far, she will also lose time.
Despising his own duplicity in his heart, Su Yizhao thought about giving more money to the person carrying the slide later.
"Uncle Zhong, please give me more money later. This is a laborious job!" Su Yizhao ordered.
Unexpectedly, one of the bearers laughed and said, "The young master is kind-hearted, but the reward given by the government is already quite large. The two of us can carry your body without any effort. Just wait and see, it is absolutely safe."
Su Yizhao understood that the other party had misunderstood what he meant, so he didn't explain much and just smiled.
I have to say, I really enjoyed it.
The two bearers carried her very steadily. There were no bumps on this rugged road. They looked relaxed and had plenty of energy left.
Every time he went up the mountain, he was in a hurry, either to escape for his life or to make a living. Su Yizhao never really appreciated the scenery in the mountains.
At the foot of the mountain are patches of yellow wheat fields. At this time, the wheat is ready to be harvested, and all the early ones have been harvested.
Therefore, Su Yizhao saw people harvesting wheat in the farmland. They faced the loess and had their backs to the sky, but their faces were filled with smiles of harvest.
The price of grain is high this year, so you can sell it for more money, and this year's harvest is better than last year.
The weather is cold in the land where the clouds face north. Wheat can only be planted one season a year. It must be planted in the peak of spring, otherwise it will freeze to death.
At this time of maturity, it is almost impossible to grow anything in the ground. Once autumn is over, winter will begin in October, and many vegetables will freeze to rot. This is the reason for the food shortage.
In winter, not only is there no food, but apart from vegetables that can be stored, there is nothing that can be imported.
The income of farmers is low, and there is no one in the family who has passed the examination, so they have to pay about 30% of the tax.
The remaining grain is not even enough for food and drink. How can I sell it for money?
These are still families with land, and there are quite a few who are really in poverty. Many families rent land from landlords and have to hand over to the landlord 40% of their food every year after deducting taxes.
In other words, even if you are busy all year long, you still cannot have enough food and clothing.
Some people may say that it is better to rent more land, but how much labor can a farmer family have?
Even if you are strong and have a lot of work, you will still eat a lot. No matter how you calculate it, it will not be enough.
But no matter what, at least during the harvest, they were satisfied, because many people's families were cut off.
It’s wild vegetable and black noodle soup every day, so I can only add more noodles when it’s just received.
People who were cutting wheat in the fields saw a group of people walking towards the foot of the mountain, so they stopped what they were doing and watched the excitement.
"Is this the Su family?" Someone weighed his feet and looked ahead, then asked.
"Isn't it? In our village, besides the Su family, who else has such a grand event? Yesterday, the Su family gave out wedding money, and everyone in the village went to watch the fun. That must be the master of the people's education, right? I heard that today the Su family
The family is worshiping their ancestors!"
"If you want, if you win the election, you have to sue and sacrifice your ancestors!" Someone echoed.
"Alas! Those wealthy families have so many successful candidates to become scholars. It's hard for us, from a poor family, to get an official position!" Some people couldn't help but sigh.
"Today is the Double Ninth Festival, give them some cakes!" Su Wenqing turned to Uncle Zhong and ordered.
In previous years, there was no owner in the Su family's old house. This year, when they returned to their old house, they naturally had to prepare some Double Ninth Festival cakes for the neighbors.
"Hey! I have it with me! I'll show off whenever I see someone!" Uncle Zhong nodded.
Holding the Double Ninth Cake wrapped in oil paper, the neighbors in the field were very happy and praised the Su family's grandeur.
In fact, the Su family was in their village and they got a lot of credit.
If nothing else, take the Su clan school as an example. As long as children in the village go to learn it, the amount of education required is 30% less than that in private schools outside.
Those who study well will be rewarded with the Four Treasures of the Study.
The group of people soon arrived outside the cemetery. Su Yizhao looked at the majestic cemetery in front of him and couldn't help but sigh that his family's prosperity has indeed benefited future generations a lot.
The Su family has a cemetery. As long as the Su family members become immortals, they will be buried here.
Even those who are far away from home will find a way to return to their ancestral home before arriving, unless there is an accident.
Su Yizhao followed Su Wenqing to worship his two great-grandfathers. Su Jinxun could not come back, so Su Wenqing worshiped on his father's behalf.
"Master, it's already noon, are we going back now?" Uncle Zhong looked at Su Wenqing who was calming down and couldn't help but remind him.
Su Yizhao glanced at Su Wenqing strangely. She always felt that her father was very thoughtful at the moment, as if he was repenting.
But what is he confessing to? Or is she overthinking it?
But the steady and silent man in front of her seemed to be a different person from the unobtrusive father in the past. She sometimes suspected that this father had schizophrenia.
"Half a day has passed since the Double Ninth Festival, so I should invite some friends to enjoy the chrysanthemums in the afternoon. The scenery in the fifth entrance is nice, and there are many varieties of chrysanthemums planted. Why not invite people to taste them together!"
Su Yizhao was silent after hearing this, okay! She was overthinking it.
National Day is the busiest day in the Su family's old house in recent years. Su Yichu and Su Wenqing's banquet was held on the same day, which was considered a double happiness.
No gifts from the neighbors are accepted. All the neighbors have to do is open their mouths to eat and drink.
There are many shameless neighbors who want to bring all their relatives.
However, the Su family's prestige is still there, and coupled with Youli Zheng's intimidation, no one dares to go too far.
One hundred and twenty tables had to be set for one meal, spread out three times, because there were not enough tables and chairs. We invited the chef from the restaurant, otherwise we would have to rely on the cook from the old house. How could we have time?
I asked the women in the village to help me choose the dishes, and I had to bring my own bowls and chopsticks. Rather than serving exquisite dishes, the villagers wanted affordable prices, so they arranged eight large bowls.
There were braised pork elbows with rotten and sticky meat, soft, glutinous and fragrant rice noodles, as well as ribs, pork belly and fish. Only two vegetables were served, and the rest were all meat. The villagers' mouths were full of oil after eating.