In every village or town, there will be people who live well, and such people who live well are generally called squires.
Meng Guangsha is considered half a country squire, and Meng Mingyuan is definitely a country squire. He holds a high position as the leader of a certain bureau. He is considered a prominent figure even in the county, let alone in the village.
When the elders in the village saw Meng Mingyuan, they all took the initiative to say hello to Meng Mingyuan. If other people in the village could get Meng Mingyuan to reply to the previous sentence, they would be able to boast that I am friends with the head of a certain bureau wherever they go.
All of a sudden, the open space in front of the ancestral temple was really empty, and there were only a few people left. These people were basically very poor people, and they didn't know Meng Mingyuan at all, so they didn't bother to go up and join in.
What surprised Lin Zhiming was that Meng Guangsha didn't try to get close to Meng Mingyuan.
This is a bit abnormal for business people. Normally, if a business person encounters an official like this, he will never let him go if he can get in touch with him.
"Uncle, are you not familiar with Meng Mingyuan?" Lin Zhiming asked curiously.
"I'm not familiar with him." Meng Guangsha shook his head and said, "I am the top leader in the bureau. How can I be familiar with someone like me?"
Hearing Meng Guangsha's words, Lin Zhiming knew that there was most likely some rift between Meng Guangsha and Meng Mingyuan.
Lin Zhiming handed Meng Guangsha a cigarette, then lit it for Meng Guangsha, and then lit one himself.
Since Meng Guangsha didn't want to say anything, there was no need for him to ask too many questions. After all, it was a matter for the elders.
Boom!
A few children were setting off cannons in the distance. They put the cannons into the cow dung, and the cow dung exploded high, making bursts of laughter.
Meng Zijun acted like a child and had a great time playing with these people.
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers in front of the ancestral temple suddenly became fierce. Lin Zhiming turned to look in front of the ancestral temple. A huge plate of firecrackers was exploding there. Standing next to the firecrackers were the big and small figures in the village. Everyone was about to
Meng Mingyuan gathered in the middle, chatting animatedly.
It seems that these firecrackers were brought back by Meng Mingyuan. They are bigger and louder than other people's firecrackers.
The red paper exploded by firecrackers flew everywhere, bringing bursts of New Year flavor to this cold winter.
"Let's go, get ready to kowtow." Meng Guangsha said.
Kowtow? Lin Zhiming was a little surprised and asked, "Kowtow to what?"
"Every year after the loudest cannon is fired, we have to kowtow to our ancestor. The cannon just now was the loudest cannon. Only the most distinguished people in the village can light it. Let's go quickly." Meng Guangsha urged, turned and walked to the front of the main hall.
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At this time everyone has gathered here.
"Everyone, stand still." said an old and respected old man in the village.
Everyone stood in a row.
Lin Zhiming was about to find a place to stand, but Meng Guangsha pulled him to the front row.
"Let's stand here." Meng Guangsha said.
Lin Zhiming didn't know why, but he still stood with Meng Guangsha, and then looked forward.
The people standing in front were all old people in the village, including Lin Zhiming's grandfather Meng Qiwen.
Because he is a scholar, Meng Qiwen also has a good reputation in the village. Basically, the clan in the village will call him on all matters, so he stands in the middle position at this time.
After Meng Mingyuan said a few words to the old people, he walked straight to the middle of the first row and stood there.
It can be seen from this point that Meng Mingyuan's status should be regarded as the most noble in the village.
"Okay, let's get ready..." The old man in the village just spoke, but Meng Mingyuan said, "Wait a moment, uncle."
The old man looked at Meng Mingyuan in confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"
"There is a new face this year. I want to ask whose child it is, but I haven't seen it before." Meng Mingyuan said.
As soon as Meng Mingyuan said this, everyone looked at Lin Zhiming.
The face of Lin Zhiming is quite unfamiliar to many people. Although he defeated Senna at the Channel Stadium before, it was just a glimpse after all. Many people know about such a thing and have even seen him on TV, but
It has been so long since everyone has forgotten about him, except those who are in the martial arts world. Those people may remember him for a longer time. After all, Lin Zhiming had the face of a martial artist from the Dragon Kingdom at that time.
"This is a member of our family." Meng Qiwen said.
"Teacher Meng, how could this be a member of your family? Could it be that your old man... wants to have three more children?" Meng Mingyuan said with a smile.
People around him laughed.
"This is my grandson." Meng Qiwen explained.
Upon hearing this, the smiles on many people's faces turned into expressions of surprise.
"Meng Ning's child?" Meng Mingyuan asked in surprise.
"Yes!" Meng Qiwen nodded.
"Then this is wrong." Meng Mingyuan said with a solemn face, "Didn't Meng Ning marry someone as his mistress more than 20 years ago? Teacher Meng, you even said it to Meng Ning in front of many people.
Ning severed the relationship between father and daughter, why now...you brought her son to our ancestral temple? The ancestral temple is a sacred place, and dirt cannot be tolerated!"
"Director Meng, are you going too far? The grudges of the older generation are the business of the older generation. My sister is no longer here. Can't her child come back to recognize their ancestors and find their roots?" Meng Guangsha said with a dark face.
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"A married daughter throws water, let alone a young wife. Ask all of us here, which one is not named Meng? Originally, according to the rules of the village, married women cannot come back to worship ancestors during the New Year.
"Why is your family so different?" Meng Mingyuan asked.
"Yes, how can my grandson come to celebrate the New Year with us?"
"What Mingyuan said makes sense!"
Others nodded, agreeing with what Meng Mingyuan said. Of course, if Meng Mingyuan had not mentioned this matter, then no one would have said anything. It is not a bad thing to have multiple ancestors worshiping him, and this person still has the Meng family in his body.
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"Mingyuan, are you going too far? What's the point of paying homage to the New Year?" Meng Guangsha asked angrily.
"This has been a rule in the village for many years, and it was not made by me. Of course, I have no opinion on this matter. I just raised some of my questions." Meng Mingyuan said.
"Let me talk about this matter." Meng Qiwen suddenly said.
Everyone looked at Meng Qiwen.
"My daughter, Meng Ning, married someone else as his mistress more than 20 years ago. This incident has always been a sad event for our family... However, after all, Meng Ning has been gone for more than 20 years. No matter how serious the injury is,
It's time to get better after such a long time. Meng Ning has been gone for so many years, and the only thing she left behind is a child like her. This child has Meng Ning's blood flowing in her body, and similarly, the blood of us people named Meng also flows.
I brought him here on my own initiative to worship, because I wanted him to know that he is not only from his father's side, but also from our side. My grandson Lin Zhiming is a kind man and has no bad deeds.
A good child, I think, he will not embarrass us people with the surname Meng. If our ancestors could see it, come to think of it, he would not refuse to embrace such a good child!" Meng Qiwen used a teacher's unique gentleness, but it is memorable.
He spoke in a profound tone.
After listening to Meng Qiwen's words, the eyes of many people looking at Lin Zhiming became much softer. Regardless of whether his surname was Meng or not, this person did have the blood of their surnamed Meng flowing through his body.
"What you said makes sense!" Meng Mingyuan nodded, looked at Lin Zhiming with a smile and said, "I didn't target you just now, I just had a little doubt. I hope you don't mind, young man!"
"I don't mind." Lin Zhiming shook his head. This was not the time to mind.
This incident just passed. Everyone stood up and knelt down to the golden figure of the Patriarch in front of the main hall, and then kowtowed three times.
After finishing the work, the young people returned to the open space to chat, while the old people began to pack up their respective tributes.
"Come on, smoke, smoke!" Meng Guangsha handed out cigarettes to the people around him.
At this time, Meng Mingyuan came over with several people.
When Meng Guangsha saw Meng Mingyuan, he frowned slightly and put away his cigarette.
"What's the matter, Guangsha, are you not willing to buy me a cigarette?" Meng Mingyuan said with a smile. Saying this in his capacity as the director is a great honor to Meng Guangsha.
"You are the director. You have never smoked any good cigarettes. What's the point of smoking my cigarette?" Meng Guangxia said this, but he took out the cigarette in his hand and smoked one to Meng Mingyuan.
"White shell?" Meng Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What kind of cigarette is this?"
"It's provided internally," Meng Guangsha said.
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Yes, that's all a lie. If nothing else, I've been the director for so many years. I've also been to the houses of leaders in the city. They don't have anything for internal supply. It's better for you to take out the cigarettes for internal supply at will.
Pie, this is a bit too much!"
When the people around heard this, some looked at Meng Guangsha jokingly, while others looked at Meng Guangsha with contempt.
"Guangsha, you are not being honest, you are using fake cigarettes as a gift!"
"Yes, Guangsha, is it that Soft China is reluctant to treat us with it?"
Others laughed and joked.
Meng Guangsha blushed at Meng Mingyuan's words. He said excitedly, "Director Meng, this cigarette is real. My nephew brought it back from the city. How could it be fake?"
"Really, who did you get the internal supply cigarettes from, please introduce it to me? I'll buy some more and go back to honor the leader, so that my boss can also experience the internal supply cigarettes." Meng Mingyuan said with a smile.
"I got it from a friend in the province, and they didn't count my money. They told me it was from internal sources, so I think it was from internal sources," Lin Zhiming said.
"Young man, you'd better be more pragmatic. Don't engage in such nonsense. Let me educate you. Even if there is indeed an internal confession, it must be at least within the provincial party committee. It is not something that can be obtained casually.
It's here!" Meng Mingyuan said, patted Lin Zhiming's shoulder, returned the cigarette Meng Guangsha invited to Meng Guangsha, and then turned and left.