The New Year in this era is called New Year. It is not like the New Year atmosphere in later generations. Here, the New Year is an activity in which the entire society interacts, and no one will get out of it.

In the early morning, Mao Jue was still crying when he slept. He couldn't help but put a cold little hand into the quilt and let it cool down.

The ancients were much more diligent than modern people. Later generations even rubbed their eyes when they went to work at 7 o'clock. The chefs and maids of the Governor's Office got up at around 3 o'clock in the morning. When Mao Jue was hung up at 5 o'clock, a large table of rich dishes had been placed on the table in the banquet hall.

Unfortunately, it was not for him to eat, at least it cannot be eaten now.

Westerners once ridiculed the Orientals like this. You make a large table of dishes to offer. Can ancestors climb out and eat? But the belief of the wise people in this era is that no matter whether the ancestors can climb out and eat, they must fulfill their intentions so that their ancestors can smile and bless their descendants. Moreover, in China, the concept of ****** that dishes are offered by the dishes, not the form, just like the Buddha's and Taoism enjoys the qi of incense and candles. After the ancestors have enjoyed them, the remaining form is the inheritance of their ancestors. The descendants need to eat them, so that their blessings cannot be lost to other families or waste them in vain.

This era is not a waste. Big fish and meat are in a form and then throw them away. This is a luxury custom that will only exist in later generations.

The ancestor worship is so great to the Chinese. Even Mao Wenlong taught a Confucian black Taoist robe with armor, his half-white hair was meticulously combed, and he held the incense and moved three times in one step, leading the entire clan team.

The ranking was also invited from the Governor's Office. In order to show respect, it was placed in the upper room of the West Building. Mao Jue was saliva and looked at the maids' red braised pig heads. He picked up all kinds of treasures and followed behind.

However, after following into the room, even Mao Jue couldn't raise a hint of laughter. Every year when he was most shocked by him, the fierce battle was in full swing, the cannons roared, but this was the time to worship ancestors.

All over my eyes, there were countless rows on the high altars. In the storm of candlelight and cigarettes, the heavy and solemn feeling was particularly depressing. There were only a few people who bowed to worship in so many rows, Mao Wenlong, Zhang, Shen, Mao Jue, Suyi, Adrena!

It’s not that Mao Jue’s ancestors had only so many of them. They all died in the past decade. The Mao family was originally a Liaoyang clan. The Later Jin attacked Liaoyang and slaughtered 70,000, the Mao family more than 200, and Mao Jue’s mother’s family more than 300. After surviving, there are more than a dozen people in the Governor’s Office. It is conceivable how painful the trauma caused by the war is.

Therefore, Mao Jue will never believe the hat of Tong Jiannu that later generations have given Mao Wenlong. This kind of blood feud is irreconcilable!

However, this year, Mao Wenlong seemed to be in a much better mood. He just prayed silently at the tablets of his tribe, although occasionally glaring at him did not change. After praying for a whole hour, after communicating with his ancestors' divine thoughts, Mao Wenlong then held his knees and led his children out silently. What Mao Jue was most worried about here was Adrena. After all, she believed in Catholicism, and the relationship between China and the Vatican pope was so stiff in later generations because the pope did not allow Chinese believers to worship their ancestors.

However, it seemed that he was overwhelmed with worry. This girl seemed to know the principle of marrying a chicken and following the chicken. She knelt down and worshipped her as seriously as she was when she prayed. She made Mao Jue feel at ease and looked up to her.

Next, it was possible to serve the table. The attendants brought the dishes to the second floor hall after the sacrifice. Wen Meng and Shen Shikui and other family members had been waiting there for a long time. Mao Wenlong took the seat first, and the others sat next to several round tables. However, what's interesting this year is that the seating times have changed again.

Although Mao Wenlong is a martial arts family, he doesn't care about women not coming to the court, but Mrs. Zhang Suyi and the others are still at the table next to him, and they are in the same seat as Shen Shikui's wife, grandparents and grandchildren, and several wives, who are from the chairman, naturally, cannot escape when Mao Wenlong sits in the main seat. In previous years, the deputy generals were the ones next to him, and Mao Wenlong's father-in-law Shen Shikui. But this year, after Mao Jue habitually wanted to sit down, Mao Wenlong suddenly pulled his wrist and pulled him to sit next to him.

He seemed to be stunned, but Shen Shikui said nothing and silently retreated a seat. Dongjiang General, who came to pay New Year's greetings in the morning, looked at this scene, and his eyes flashed with each other for a few times.

This young marshal of the Mao family, who was half-rise like a meteor, finally took the position of the second-in-command of Dongjiang. Once the old marshal retires in the future, it goes without saying who the heir will be. For example, Li Jiucheng, Chen Jisheng, and the five brothers of Liu will have a clear idea.

However, for Mao Jue, before he could taste such a short handover of power, even a piece of pork head meat had not been eaten for a few bites, Mao Wenlong put down the chopsticks again, got up and left the table, which made him have to whistle down the chopsticks. After all, the Mao family is also a family of officials, and they must be banned from fullness on New Year's Eve to remind their descendants to start a business and concentrate on their careers! Don't be arrogant and extravagant!

Today I am destined to be hungry for a long time.

There are more troubles during the New Year than this, just like the existence of Yalu Riverside City. Now Yizhou has replaced Pi Island and become the most prosperous place in Dongjiang Town. This place of sacrifice is also located in Yizhou. With the carriages going out, tens of thousands of people within a radius of dozens of miles gathered in Yizhou. For several years, the Liaodong battlefield has not been so lively.

It is also according to tradition that the government organizes the sacrifices of the Emperor Tianhou and the God of the country to bless the good weather next year and a great harvest. I spent a few years on Pi Island in the past few years. Mao Jue really didn't expect that his defense zone would have such a grand scene. He couldn't sit still in the carriage, so he frequently opened the window and looked out.

Not only him, but the two girls also looked out. Later, in October, I was used to seeing the crowded scenery of the expressway. However, in this era, the land was vast and sparse, and survival was difficult, and the excitement was a rare wonder. In front of the whole group, there were strong villagers with red silk tied around their waists and excited gongs and drums. Behind were the villagers wearing brocade robes with crutches. Later, on a stretcher made of wooden sticks, carrying a pig, a cow, and a sheep. The three guys were tied with four legs, kneeling on the stretcher and looking around in horror. Obviously, they couldn't understand why these monkeys with two legs were excited and in heat today.

The Yizhou city gate was also prepared. At about nine o'clock in the morning, a large group of people gathered at the city. Two big red lanterns were hung on the Dongcheng Gate Tower by Liu Chong and others with a laugh. Then a large string of firecrackers were thrown out, scaring the crowds of children near the city gate covered their heads and fled in panic. But when they were far away, they couldn't help but look back. They looked scared and novel, which was quite interesting.

At this time, Yizhou was also destroyed and renovated by Mao Jue, with fewer houses, but they were all small buildings on two floors, with many people living there and more roads and much wider. Fortunately, the main roads were widened, otherwise they would not be able to accommodate so many people.

He walked to the center of the city, the original Zhenglan Banner Yamen and the current Yizhou Urban Management Brigade Office, the excited crowd finally stopped. Men, women, young and old, and dolls riding on their father's neck, holding candied haws and wearing flowery jackets were all focused on looking upwards. At the yamen, there were already a table covered with red cloth, such as the God of Grain, Rain, and Earth God. The people of the village also walked onto the platform with their hands, and today's protagonists, pig, cow, and sheep, were also carried up.

Mao Wenlong had already got off the carriage in front, so Mao Jue could no longer stay in the carriage. He quickly led his two girls to jump down and followed Mao Wenlong behind him. However, as he watched the old man walk up with his hands behind his back, Mao Jue always felt something was wrong.

Without letting him think too much, a gong was ringing with a loud bang, and a strong man shouted loudly from the outside.

"Mao Governor Mao is here! Please preside over the spring festival!"

It was very clear that as Mao Jue watched, my son was swaying his sleeves and roaring when he raised his voice.

"Open~ Sacrifice~"

Click~

It is said that before the Battle of Sarhu, the commander Yang Hao ordered the killing of cows to sacrifice to the sky, but the general's sword was rusted because of the defensive military force in Liaodong. The three swords did not cut off the bull's head, which cast a dark cloud for the battle. However, in Tieyi, this problem was obviously not a problem, and the large iron workshops with thousands of people were produced day and night. There was no shortage of iron ore here. The blade of the steel knife was probably better than that of the 12th Regiment of Beijing. Three crisp sounds and three heads flew out.

Without any hesitation, several strong men flew off the stage, picked up their heads, and worshipped them on the stage. All men, women, young and old on the street bowed together with Mao Wenlong's bow, and the shaman shook his head and recited the sacrificial text.

"The Emperor and the Queen of Heaven are on the top, and the people of Dongjiang are dedicated to sacrifice, and the ritual begins."

"The blood of the three animals and the ointment of fertile fields are tributed to the desk. I beg you for your blessing. How can you have the ultimate in the vast sky? How can you have the end in the vast land? Why do you have a lot of worries in the world? Famine, sickness, sorrow and sorrow in your heart!"

"I have your blessing, and the weather is good, and I will bless my Dongjiang River. The grains are rich and the offerings are all in all seasons. I dare not forget them! The people of Dongjiang River respect you!"

"Etiquette!"

The wizard did not recite for a while, and the crowd had to bow their heads one after another. After reciting for three times, the crowd also bowed three times and got up.

Today he actually knelt down. Mao Jue's knees hurt a little, but when he stood up, he felt a sense of joy and ease in his heart.

Indeed, these rituals seem very complicated and dull, but it is these wishes with beautiful expectations that make us unique and give people a sense of identity. Mao Jue came from the later generations of steel and concrete. The material life in that era was much better now, but the spiritual culture is facing nothingness. Young people indulge in nightclubs and worship various foreign festivals. The sense of identity left by their ancestors has been lost more and more.

Not only Mao Jue, but also the people below seemed to be immersed in a sense of relaxed excitement, and whispered in a low voice. However, during this time, the gong sounded again, and the supportive man shouted again.

"Friends, please ask our parents, Marshal Mao, to tell us a few words!"

Mao Jue then remembered why he felt something was wrong? In previous years, Mao Wenlong's speech was an indispensable scene to inspire morale, so he always wrote a manuscript in advance and held it in his hand. But this year, he was empty-handed, and suddenly, Mao Jue felt a bad feeling.

Sure enough, when Mao Wenlong turned sideways, he smiled and gestured his hand to Mao Jue.

"I am ashamed of being a parent this year! To be honest, I didn't expect that my son could create such a grand occasion for Dongjiang. I don't know how to say it. Now, let your Mao Zheng preach to you!"

"Please, Master!"

The strong man in charge was also a household in Tieyi. Even Mao Wenlong agreed so much. He immediately bowed and bowed excitedly, and excited shouts appeared in the crowd below.

"Master General!"

In Tieyi for more than three years, Mao Jue's leader's speech was the first time that a big girl got into the sedan chair. In this case, it would be impossible to get on. His scalp was numb, and he walked to the front stiffly.
Chapter completed!