C14

Nang Yin-yue, Propylene Day. January 22nd.

Suitable sacrifices, blessings, taboos against migration, burial.

Rain.

The cold confrontation between the North and the South was warm at first sight, but cold as rain and wind.

It was still dawn today, and Little Fu Village had already started to get busy.

There was some moisture in the air. The villagers wiped the sweat off their faces and continued with their work.

Today was the grand day of Little Fu Village. From a long time ago, Little Fu Village had a tradition of offering sacrifices to the gods and devils and praying to their ancestors on this rainy day.

In fact, the so-called 'Sacrifice and Blessing' only meant that every family of villagers would cook a dish, and then in the evening, at the center of the village, they would gather all kinds of food.

In the village, the prestigious elders picked up a pair of chopsticks from every family's dish and placed them on a plate before placing it in the ancestral hall to show their respect and reminiscence. They also prayed that the next year would be peaceful and peaceful.

However, farming could not be delayed. Thus, the villagers woke up early today. They wanted to finish the farm work as soon as possible, all for the sake of being able to …

Go home early.

Little Fucun is located in the south, the rain is abundant, very suitable for the cultivation of rice.

Spring was coming, and the villagers were moving slowly in the mud, planting their seedlings in the arches of the fields.

The workers were convinced that what they created with their own hands was always reliable. This kept them forever simple and honest.

Cui Cui sat on the bank, dipping his legs into the water, shaking.

Her gaze was still fixated on Yang Muyun, who was working in the field.

Yang Muyun had changed into coarse hemp clothes and was following the villagers of Little Fortune Village as they planted the seedlings.

He felt that it was only right for him to do whatever he could for them, to receive their kindness from a young age.

Several hours later, the villagers came out from the fields and Yang Muyun also came out from the fields. Today's work could be considered finished.

He stood on Tian Kan and wiped his sweat, then picked up Cui Cui and said, "Come, let's go back."

After saying that, he bid farewell to his uncles and aunts, who were working together, and headed home.

He pushed open the door and saw Yang Qianqian, who was pulling some garlic from the garden, "Girl, what's our family doing this year?"

"This year, we'll make braised pork and sweet and sour carp." Yang Qianqian answered without raising her head.

"Oh, okay."

"Brother, go back to your room and take a bath first."

Yang Qianqian pulled Cui Cui to her and carried her into the kitchen.

Yang Muyun wasn't familiar with the way of the kitchen, so he didn't disturb Yang Qianqian and went back into the house.

Not long after, Yang Muyun came out again. He washed off all the mud on his body and changed back into his white robe.

He sniffed. "Smells good!"

Just then, Yang Qianqian came out of the kitchen with two dishes on her phone. Cui Cui Mu followed behind her in shock.

"Brother, let's go." Yang Qianqian handed Yang Muyun a dish and used her other hand to hold Cui Cui's hand.

"Alright." Yang Muyun also used one hand to hold Cui Cui's other hand.

The three of them headed straight for the center of the village.

There, many wooden tables had already been set up. They were arranged in a circular shape, and there was a path in the middle.

Yang Muyun randomly found a table and placed the dish down. There were usually no seats under the table, and everyone was standing.

They could take turns to move around, taste more delicacies, and show their respect for sacrificial activities.

Even before everyone had arrived, Yang Muyun was still talking to others familiarly, it was nothing more than a common household matter. The others were also chatting enthusiastically with Yang Muyun.

Occasionally, some people would tease Yang Muyun and Yang Qianqian, who were like a divine couple. In the end, Yang Qianqian blushed so much that she couldn't even speak.

"Sister Tang!" Yang Qianqian waved her hand. Not far away, there was a woman wearing a green dress. It was the mother that Yang Muyun met before.

The girl surnamed Tang saw Yang Qianqian and waved her hand in a very happy manner. However, she only smiled at Yang Qianqian, stopped her steps, and turned around to leave.

"What's going on?" Yang Qianqian watched as the lady left and was very puzzled.

"Little girl, you know her?"

"Brother, let's go back and talk."

Yang Muyun knew that since Yang Qianqian said so, it must be something extraordinary, so he wasn't in a hurry.

After a while, more and more people came. Little Fu Village was not that big to begin with, and soon, everyone arrived.

An old man with a head full of white hair slowly walked into the path between the tables, holding onto a walking stick.

He was the village head of Little Fu Village, a hundred year old man. He was the most prestigious person in the village. He was the one who presided over all the sacrificial ceremonies.

There were several people behind him, each carrying a large plate.

They were picking a little out of every dish and putting it on the plate.

"Everyone, we have been together for generations and gathered here." Although the village chief was very old, his voice was deep and steady, "In our Little Fu Village, all these years we have been safe and sound, everyone has been living and working happily, no one has been starving, no one has been frozen, and yet another happy year has passed. All of this, we should respect. "

"Roar!" All of a sudden, the men in the village let out a loud roar.

The Village Chief took a cup of wine from someone else and poured it on the ground.

"First place, we must respect the heavens and hope that everything will go smoothly in the future."

"Second, we must respect the earth and hope for a good harvest in the future."

"Thirdly, we must respect our ancestors and hope that everyone will be healthy and safe in the future."

"Alright!" At this point, everyone began to cheer and express their joy.

"Let's begin." The Village Chief spoke so much in one breath and was tired. He said no more. He knew that the villagers understood everything.

So he led the people behind him to the ancestral hall to worship those dishes to his ancestors.

Those who stayed behind began to enjoy the delicacies before them.

The man drank wine and ate meat in great gulps; the woman ate slowly and talked to the others; the child ate heartily, and for a moment everyone was happy and indistinguishable from one another.

The happy times were always short. The sky darkened, and the banquet ended with laughter.

Everyone dispersed and returned to their homes.

Yang Muyun sat on the bed, while Yang Qianqian sat in front of him on a stool, holding a lamp oil.

"Qianqian, who is that aunt?" Yang Muyun couldn't help but ask.

"She's Uncle Tu's wife …"

"Which Uncle Tu?"

"It's that Uncle Tu from the Green City Mountain." Yang Qianqian's voice started to die down.

"Are you talking about 'Green City Sword God' Tu Hongyang?" Yang Muyun was shocked.

Tu Hongyang was the head elder of the Azure City School's protector, one of the few experts in the world, a sword arts grandmaster.

He was revered by everyone in the martial arts world as the 'Green City Sword God'.

When he was twenty-five years old, he had appeared out of nowhere and penetrated deep into the northwest bandit's lair. With first-rate strength, he had annihilated all of the bandit forces in the northern Qi Lian and made a name for himself in one fell swoop.

Now, more than ten years had passed, and he had become even more legendary. However, for reasons unknown, he rarely appeared in front of the people of the martial arts world, especially after he joined the Green City Sect and became a resident of the Green City Mountain.