Zhang's expression changed when he heard that the adults asked him to go to Longyou in person.
Zhang Hua couldn't bear it and reminded him: "Brother, we did face-to-face with Feng Yong in the battle of Jincheng."
"What are you afraid of?"
Zhang Gong scolded, "You are the defeated generals, not the victorious generals."
"If the Han Dynasty did not even have this kind of magnanimity, it would not be worthy of today's military victory."
Zhang Gong's originally unfocused eyes finally had focus. He looked at his brothers and son, and the corners of his mouth moved, seeming to sneer or sneer.
"What's more, you are not the governor or chief historian of Jincheng now, you are just ordinary people who have abandoned their official positions and are living at home."
According to the laws of Wei State, those who lose their city and land will be severely punished.
However, Xu Miao's situation was not good now, so he naturally did not dare to push too hard.
Otherwise, it is not impossible for the local officials in Liangzhou to stage a show to welcome the king.
Therefore, after the Battle of Jincheng, although the uncles and nephews of the Zhang family were definitely unable to serve as officials, they did not receive any substantial punishment.
"The Han Dynasty is willing to accept even barbarians, but it doesn't allow traveling scholars to enter?"
"Now, the caravan exchanges between the two countries have not been cut off. If it doesn't work, you can go to Longyou in the name of a caravan. What does it matter?"
Hearing what his master said, Zhang understood and quickly agreed.
"I don't have a few days left to live."
Zhang Gong sighed, "The roots of the Zhang family are in Liangzhou, not in Guandong. You must understand this."
"Whether we are Wei people or Han people, no matter who the emperor in the east is, he is still wearing Chinese clothes and will not let us become barbarians."
"But the Hu people are different. They are not of my race, so their mentality must be different. In the past hundred years or so, the Yi and Di people brought trouble to Liangzhou several times, and how many Han children were reduced to livestock?"
Having said this, he closed his eyes, with a slightly angry look on his face.
"Those people in Guandong don't care about Liangzhou. How they fight now is their business, and we don't need to care too much."
"What we need to care about is how to protect the land of Xizhou and the foundation of the Zhang family, and prevent barbarians from causing trouble in Liangzhou."
The Qiang and Hu rebellion in Liangzhou has lasted for more than a hundred years, and the actions of those in the Guandong court have completely disappointed the people of Liangzhou.
Although Cao Wei pacified Liangzhou and put down several major and minor rebellions, he still failed to win the complete trust of the people of Liangzhou.
The political affairs of the Later Han Dynasty were mostly decided by the people of Guandong. The political affairs of Cao Wei... were also the same!
"Otherwise, Liangzhou will become a land of barbarians, and our descendants of the Zhang family will also become people with hair in left folds. Who will worship the gods of the ancestors of the Zhang family?"
Wearing hair with left folds is also called Yi Di.
Sacrifice is one of the biggest things for a family.
Ghosts and gods are not of their own kind and should not be worshiped.
"So for us, whoever can keep the Chinese clothes in Liangzhou will be the emperor."
Zhang Gong opened his eyes again, with sharp eyes, "The Later Han Dynasty ignored Liangzhou, but Emperor Wu was able to pacify Liangzhou, then Cao Wei replaced the Han Dynasty, which is a good thing for us."
"If Ji Han can make the Hu people return to their hearts and stop causing trouble to Liangzhou, it will be fine for our Zhang family to support Ji Han."
Zhang Hua and Zhang were shocked when they heard this.
But it was a shock, but he didn't say anything else.
In the seventh year of Jianxing, the lives of all parties in Liangzhou were not very easy.
But the harder it is for Liangzhou, the better it is for Feng Yong.
The eighth year of Jianxing's reign, Yuan Zheng, came quietly soon.
The palace of the Qiang Protector Colonel in Pingxiang was filled with joy. Everyone had to take a bath and then offer sacrifices to the gods.
After the sacrifice to the gods is completed, everyone in the Feng family, regardless of their family status, big or small, will be listed in front of their ancestors to pay tribute to their ancestors.
The Feng family's ancestral hall is far away in Jincheng, so we can't go back to offer sacrifices, so we can only offer blessings from afar.
However, this year's ancestor worship cannot be careless, because there is a new member, which is a big event for the Feng family with a small population, so it must be solemn.
Even Li Mu, who was far away in Nanxiang, made arrangements for the first month of the year early and rushed all the way to Pingxiang.
The lady of the Feng family who had made the first contribution stood side by side with Feng Yong, followed by Amei and Li Mu, each holding a child, and bowed to the south with a solemn expression.
Pigs, sheep, and cows were placed on the special large table. They were grand sacrifices that ordinary people could not afford.
Now the Feng family has become the Hou Mansion, plus Feng Junhou's Mansion, there are not many other things, but there are many livestock.
Pig farming in the Han Dynasty has begun to flourish, and pork is no longer as precious as before, and Feng Junhou is indispensable.
In addition to the pastures, as long as Feng Junhou opened his mouth, not to mention cattle and sheep sacrifices, horses, mules, and even camels were all rushed to be delivered.
The ancestors of the Feng family are considered lucky.
Zhang Xingyi poked his head out of the room, secretly scratched the door frame, stretched his neck and looked this way.
But when I saw the large incense burners erected on both sides of the table, the smoke was rising, and the smoke was fragrant, which made people feel calm.
But what is different from others is that there is a special incense burner placed on the table, with three thick incense sticks inserted in the burner.
It is not difficult to make incense sticks. After all, the ancients could even make fire sticks.
However, this is the first time that incense sticks have appeared publicly in front of the world in the form of ancestor worship.
I heard that this was the rule in Alang's sect, so Guan Ji didn't say anything.
Besides, the thing that communicates between gods and ancestors is the curling smoke.
This incense stick can emit green smoke, and the scent is light and elegant. It is indeed a fine item.
After praying, burn the prayers to the ancestors, and then sprinkle the wine on the ashes.
Feng Junhou rolled up his sleeves and told his wives and concubines, "Go to the house and watch me set off firecrackers for you."
At the same time, I did not forget to give a special instruction, "Remember to cover your child's ears so as not to be frightened."
Amei and Li Mu turned around obediently, but Guan Ji stretched her neck and looked at the red paper cylinder placed on the table, her eyes full of excitement.
"Alang, I heard that this thing is more lively than fireworks?"
After hearing her words, Feng Junhou knew what she wanted to do.
"This thing is more dangerous than fireworks. You go back first and let me do it."
"I am not afraid. Since there is danger, I will be here to protect Alang."
Guan Ji tightly grasped Feng Yong's clothes.
Mrs. Feng's voice was firm, and it seemed that she could not persuade her to go back.
Feng Junhou had no choice but to give in, "Just stand aside and watch, don't touch me."
"Okay, Alang, hurry up."
Guan Ji urged.
"Don't worry, I'll light another incense later."
If you don’t use incense when playing with firecrackers, most of the fun will be lost. These are childhood memories and cannot be thrown away.
The bright red incense head lit the fuse, and a chirping sound was heard. When he saw green smoke coming out of the fuse, Feng Yong turned around, hugged Guan Ji, and pulled her back.
"Run!"
Unexpectedly, my mother-in-law was as immobile as a rock.
Guan Ji stood there fixedly, staring at the firecrackers with her eyes wide open, as if she wanted to see what happened.
Depend on!
This tiger bitch!
Feng Yong complained in his heart.
Then there was a loud "bang" behind him.
Madam Feng, who had been motionless just now, felt her whole body tense up due to her warrior instinct at the moment the fire broke out.
She subconsciously threw Feng Yong behind her, and at the same time, she also took a defensive posture and blocked the front.
Feng Junhou said "Ouch" and was thrown to the ground.