Chapter 7： Do not enter the ancestral hall (please collect and read)

Chapter 7: Not Entering the Ancestral Hall (Please collect and read)

"The knife bandits killed by the officers and soldiers should have come from Baiyang County next door..."

“Baiyang County suffered a disaster this year.”

The next day, after returning to his home in the countryside, Wei Tu learned about the origins of those swordsmen during his conversation with Wei Bao.

Although he saw officers and soldiers killing bandits last night, he did not dare to mention it more or ask others for fear of causing trouble.

Only when I got home did I dare to mention it.

Six years ago, Wei Bao not only sold his eldest son, but also part of his family's ancestral property in order to survive for his family.

In order to support the family in recent years, I would go to the next county with acquaintances in the village to work as a Mai Ke.

 Baiyang County is located in the northwest of Qingmu County. It is mostly dry **** land, and wheat matures earlier than in Qingmu County.

Wei Bao, the Mike, knew about the disaster in Baiyang County earlier than anyone else in Qingshan County.

“However, this world... I guess it’s about to go into chaos. During this disaster relief operation in Baiyang County, the food supply in the charity warehouse was 70% less than what was recorded in the account books.”

Wei Bao said.

Listen to this.

Weitu nodded.

Although country people are uneducated, because they are at the bottom, they are better able to understand the drastic changes in society than those from wealthy families.

This is like the ants moving when it is cloudy and rainy.

After talking about yesterday's "mutations", the father and son fell into silence, not knowing what topic to talk about.

Wei Bao saw that Wei Tu had a tobacco pole tied around his waist, so he got up from the maza, walked to the window sill, gathered the dried tobacco leaves into a small package, and handed them over.

“Try it, I grew it at home.” Wei Bao said.

Lean less.

Father and son, you have one mouthful and I have one mouthful.

The house was soon filled with layers of hazy mist like moon veil.

"I'm sorry, Dad, this is some money I have saved over the years. You can use it to buy a family property outside or redeem your property. It can be of some use."

In the evening, Wei Tu was called out by Wei Bao. The widower didn't say any kind words. He stood under the shadow of the eaves, took out a half-worn flower cloth bag from his chest, and stuffed it into Wei Tu.

After a moment of silence, Wei Tu took the floral bag.

As soon as you get it.

He felt the heavy weight of the flower bag.

Even if it is only copper coins, there are at least five or six copper coins in this bag.

In addition to the copper coins, Wei Tu also felt several hard, bumpy bumps the size of soybeans.

He knew in his heart that it was all the money Wei Bao had accumulated over the years.

However.

Next, Wei Bao's cold words shattered the warmth that had just arisen in Wei Tu's heart.

"If you sell your body, unless you redeem your body deed, according to the rules, a domestic slave cannot enter the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors..."

“Including your wife…”

Wei Bao said word for word.

Yes, country people do not regard selling oneself to a wealthy family as a matter of shame.

But domestic slaves will not be allowed to worship their ancestors or enter the ancestral hall.

Because the patriarch took this matter seriously.

Being of the same clan as a domestic slave would bring shame to the clan leader.

"I see."

Wei Tu felt a burning sensation on his face. He was glad that he was hiding in a dark country house and no one could see clearly the expression on his face at this moment.

He clutched the money bag tightly, his throat moved a few times, and he said, "I'll leave as soon as possible so that the villagers won't see me."

That's when he understood.

For a domestic slave, returning home with his wife is not an honorable return to his hometown, but a bad thing that brings shame to the clan.

Look at it again.

It is always uncomfortable to be stepped on by someone.

Wei Bao gave him money not only because of his inner debt, but also because he wanted him not to announce his return to the village.

Leaving Weijia Village early is better than being ignored and embarrassed.

“Okay.” Wei Bao murmured his lips a few times, paused for half a breath, and then said “Okay”.

Morning.

The mountain path was soaked in morning dew and a little slippery.

Wei Tu and Xinghua walked in small steps. Xinghua accidentally fell and leaned against the mountain wall, rubbing her ankles.

“Brother Wei, am I disliked by your father? I called him father, but he didn’t say a word.”

Tears oozed from the corners of Xinghua’s eyes.

“Also, the ancestral hall…”

As she spoke, she was very upset about not being able to worship in the Wei family ancestral hall.

Wei Tu didn't answer. He touched Xinghua's head, held her in his arms, and let her tears wet his clothes.

“There will be a day.”

Weitu swore secretly.

When he got married, he didn't pay any gifts to Xinghua, so he just kept everything simple.

But when he returned to his hometown to visit relatives, he prevented Xinghua from even entering the ancestral hall. The two of them got up early and left Weijia Village in despair...

He said this.

It's impossible not to care.

…

Back to Li's house.

Weitu continued to live a peaceful life.

Li Tongshi never mentioned the matter of renting land for farming again, as if he had forgotten it.

Wei Tu guessed that this was Li Zhai's plan to hang him and Xinghua out, and that the only way to stay in power was to combine kindness and power.

He continued to comfort Xinghua to wait patiently.

Half a year has passed.

When it was time to start farming in spring, seeing that Li Tong had not mentioned this matter, Xinghua also gave up and let Wei Tu work as a tenant to save money this year.

【Gui Xi Yang Qi Gong (34/100): Practice nine times a day, and it will be completed in five years. 】

It has been more than a year since I got [Turtle Breath Nourishing Qigong].

On this day, Wei Tu practiced health-preserving skills hard. When he was practicing for the thirteenth time, he suddenly felt a gentle sound like the waves lapping against the shore from his body, and the pile skills on the soles of his feet seemed to have an extra layer during the change. It has an inexplicable unique charm.

After a few breaths, a warm current stronger than before flowed out of the body, penetrating through the limbs and bones, strengthening the body.

“Could it be that the health-preserving work has been done a little bit?”

Wei Tu glanced at the progress of health-preserving skills engraved on his destiny.

As far as he knows.

 Martial arts can be divided into four basic stages: Beginner, Small Success, Dacheng, and Perfection.

At this moment, the progress of his health-preserving skills has reached one-third. Combined with this physical change, according to inference, he should have reached the stage of small success of health-preserving skills.

“Try a two-hundred-jin stone lock.”

After Wei Tu waited for the warm current in his body to disappear, and after taking a moment to regain his breath, he set his sights on several stone locks in the corner of the courtyard.

The cost of making stone locks was not high. After he decided to practice martial arts, he spent a little money to buy a set of stone locks for practicing martial arts from a nearby farmer's house.

Walking to the stone lock, Wei Tu placed one hand on the two hundred kilogram stone lock, and with a strong lift, he easily lifted the stone lock to his chest until it was level with his shoulders.

“Succeeded!”

Wei Tu’s face was filled with joy.

A stone lock weighing 200 kilograms can be lifted by an adult with some effort, but there is a huge difference between being able to lift it and lifting it with one arm.

Able to lift a 200-jin stone lock with one arm, he is qualified to take the martial arts examination.

It's just that if you participate, you must participate. If your strength is up to standard, Wei Tu is not enough to gain the title of martial arts.

In addition to stone lifting, the martial arts examination also includes sword dancing, bow drawing, horse shooting, and military strategy.

“While practicing bow shooting, I will also save money and find a way to get out of slavery first…”

“If you are a slave, you cannot participate in the martial arts examination.”

Weitu put down the stone lock and thought about the next step in his life.

at the moment.

Depending on his own conditions, the fastest and best way to cross class is to participate in Zheng Guo's triennial military examination.

Although the fame in martial arts is not as noble as the fame in civil science, it is still a huge class leap for ordinary people.

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(End of this chapter)