Zhongyuan Festival, a day called the Ghost Festival in Xie Li's previous life, has not been given this meaning in this era.

Although Taoism and Buddhism began to enter a stage of rapid development during this period, the things behind people are far less complete and mature theories than those in later generations.

Therefore, it is impossible to have a separate festival for these completely unknown things now.

On this day, although the farmers outside the city also worshiped their ancestors, most of them only lighted a few incense sticks and worshiped a few. More time was used to pray for good weather and a good harvest after the autumn harvest.

After all, this is directly related to future livelihood issues.

Although the high-gate families living in the city have more land and crops than those farmers, what they focus on is obviously these things in worshiping ancestors.

The Huan Mansion's preparation for this matter began five days ago.

Everything from the construction of the altar, the purchase of sacrifices, and the purchase of incense, candles and paper products, is ready on July 15th, and it can be said that there will be no mistakes.

After the incident between Huan Xi and Huan Ji (the two were Huan Wen's eldest son and second son. Huan Wen thought they were not capable before his death, so he handed over the power to Huan Chong. The two brothers were dissatisfied. After their father Huan Wen's death, they plotted to rebel and seize power. They were discovered by their uncle Huan Chong in advance and were exiled to Changsha.), no one of the Huan clan in Jingzhou dared to despise the current head of the family again.

Judging from the appearance alone, the head of the Huan Chong family did not have much momentum.

But whether on the battlefield or in that temple, there are so many things that this "unpredictable" Huan Chong has seen and experienced.

Although he has always been hidden under the sun-like light of his elder brother, he does not have much presence. However, when the sun sets in the west and night falls, the bright moonlight emitted by Huan Chong is enough to illuminate everything on the ground.

The ancestor worship ceremony in Huan Mansion is quite grand, but for Huan Chong, it is not a piece of cake and not worth mentioning.

This kind of scene is simply not worth mentioning compared to what he has experienced before.

After completing all the processes, it only took more than half an hour.

After Huan Chong announced that the ancestor worship was over, he said just a few words to encourage his juniors, and then returned to the mansion alone with his hands behind his back.

He really didn't have much leisure to pay more attention to the matter here.

On the other side of Jiankang, several censors reported that they had condemned his troops and allowed the Qin army to besiege Xiangyang without daring to rescue them.

Although Huan Chong only thought they were flies and did not pay attention to them in his heart, it was really annoying to always make a "buzz" in his ears like this.

What's more important is that he moved the entire Huan family back to the upper reaches of the river. The Qin army was already in front of him. No matter how long it could last in Xiangyang, he needed to make arrangements early.

The Bashu area to the west is still under the control of the Qin Lord Fu Jian, and it can be said that it has always been a trouble for him.

Whether it is possible to retake it, how to retake it, etc. are things he needs to consider carefully now.

"Oh, although the more than 100,000 elite Huan clan left by my brother is unmatched in Jin, it is still a little insufficient for the Qin lord Fu Jian..."

Huan Chong knelt on the short couch, sighed deeply, and then devoted himself to the endless thoughts.

Although the beginning of autumn is over, the noon and afternoon in Jiangling City are still a little hot.

It was not until around dusk that the people in the city who had dinner began to take to the streets to play one after another.

Xie Li also left the house at this time, shaking a worn-out palm-leaf fan in his hand, and walked towards the downtown area.

Today's home is too quiet, and the mother and son communicate much less than usual.

As for the reason, Xie Li certainly knew a little.

In this city, when people worship their ancestors, Xie Li was like in the past, and he had no difference in eating and practicing martial arts.

My mother did not explain her background to her. Even if she went out to buy incense and candles, she had no idea who she was going to kowtow to worship.

Fortunately, Xie Li didn't care about this at all. After all, he is no longer the same Xie Li as before, and he does not have that personal feeling about such a life experience.

Even if you want to know occasionally, it is mostly due to gossip, which will not have much impact on him.

My mother, Qin, obviously, was in a state of confusion early in the morning. She just felt a little more at ease when she saw that her son was as usual and she was not interested in this issue.

Just thinking about what happened before, my mood was a little depressed.

Xie Li knew that what he should do most at this time was to do nothing and pretend that nothing had happened.

After leaving the house, Xie Li looked at the next door and chose to go to the downtown alone.

It has only been about two months since the Su family's incident. Now on this day, it is impossible for Su Huixue to go out to take the streets.

The stores on both sides of the downtown area have already opened their doors, and all kinds of lanterns are lit up and hung up early.

If you don’t forget to look into the sky, Xie Li wouldn’t know that it is already completely night now.

The small vendors had long occupied a favorable position on the street, shouting and hawking.

Fortunately, there are many pedestrians and there are many vendors patronizing the vendors. They can give their throats time to rest. Otherwise, if they keep this tone, they will be speechless in less than half an hour.

The streets were so crowded that they were not as crowded as Xie Li had in his previous life, the number of people here was completely beyond his expectations.

Moreover, what Xie Li saw was not all young girls who were not yet adult, nearly one-third of them were older men and women.

Stores and vendors often sell various jewelry and decorative items, or sell delicious food.

Although Xie Li is not good at shopping, he is now holding a bag of cakes and snacks that are not known to be delicious. He eats while walking and strolls while looking.

The surroundings were extremely noisy. Xie Li, who didn't like the lively atmosphere, seemed to be obsessed with this atmosphere after coming here.

It seems that only here can he find a little bit of feeling of being in his previous life.

Before he knew it, Xie Li had already arrived at the bank of the river.

There were much less crowds here, and the river surface was not full of floating lotus leaf lamps as Xie Li thought.

After all, this is not a ghost festival, and no one will set off the lights to lead the way for those lonely ghosts to pass through.

But somehow, without the small lotus lamp, the river surface still looked extremely bright.

The downtown area has passed here, and the lights nearby have long dimmed.

The right hand holding the cake gradually stopped moving, and Xie Li slowly looked up.

Fire! That's fire! One after another!

The Shangming City Wall, which crossed the south bank of the river, was reflected in Xie Li's eyes!
Chapter completed!