Bend Over [ 折腰 ] - Chapter 94

[Chapter 93 19]

In the folk outside of Tianzi, one of the most important activities on the day of the New Year is the ancestor worship of the family temple.

The Wei family was no exception.

On the first day of October, the winter wine brewed for the ancestors of the Zhengdan sacrifice has been produced.

Three days ago, Mrs. Xu began to bathe and change clothes, tidying up her body and mind.

The sacrificial deacons in the clan also arranged all the sacrificial matters, only to wait for the day to come.

On the first day of the previous year, Wei Shao was blocked by the war, and stayed in Xindu with the newly married Xiao Qiao, missing the sacrifice.

Mrs. Xu had thought that this year’s New Year’s Day would be missed again. I didn’t want to finally go home a day early and return home in time. I was very pleased.

I arrived home late last night, and it was late at night. After entering the West House and tidying up and taking a shower, Xiao Qiao and Wei Shao fell asleep. Because the bumps in the road were quite hard, Little Joe slept with his head on the pillow. Early the next morning, the sky outside the window was still dark, less than five, and Little Joe had something in his heart and woke up from his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the silver candle in the room was quietly lit, but Wei Shao on the pillow was gone.

In the morning, he wanted to sacrifice the family temple, and he had a lot of things to do today, thinking that he did not know when, he had quietly gotten up.

Little Joe climbed up and sat up, hugging the initiated stunned.

On this day last year, she was in Xindu and did not participate in the Clan Sacrifice of the Wei Family.

It is said that this year, as Wei Shao’s wife, she naturally wants to participate in today’s family activities.

But Xiao Qiao did not forget that when she first arrived at the Wei family as a bride last year, Wei Shao did not take her to visit the family temple at all.

In terms of etiquette, her original wedding is actually missing the last and important step: to visit her husband’s family temple as a bride.

Only by visiting the family temple can it truly mean that it is accepted by the husband’s family.

Of course, Little Joe himself didn’t care about this kind of hypocrisy. A year had passed, and she had long forgotten about this stubble.

But today is a special day. She was once again faced with the question of whether she would be refused outside the threshold of the family temple, and she inevitably remembered what had happened.

Because it was too late last night, the news of her and Wei Shao’s return home was delivered to Lady Xu, and the two only went to her and prostrated their heads, said a few rough words about the passage on the road, and then returned to the West House to rest. At that time, Madame Xu did not mention this morning.

According to Xiao Qiao’s guess, Lady Xu should take her to the family temple sacrifice.

But on Wei Shao’s side, Xiao Qiao was a little unsure.

From the time he quietly got up early in the morning and left, and did not tell herself a word or a half, she felt more and more that he was probably not willing to let this qiao surnamed step into his Wei family temple.

When Xiao Qiao hesitated, suddenly there was a soft footstep outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, and Chunniang led the maid in behind the screen.

“It’s time for the lady to get up.” Sleep again, afraid that I will not be able to catch up with the family temple sacrifice.

Chunniang smiled and went to the bed, drew up the bed tent, and signaled the maid to put down the clothes she had brought.

Little Joe took a look.

It is a blue-and-white silk deep coat. Women’s clothing for sacrifice.

ChunNiang said, “Male Junsi got up even more, and told the maid not to wake you up and let you sleep for a while longer.” Seeing that the hour was about the same, she came to summon the lady to get up.

Little Joe was silent and threw the quilt out of bed. After freshening up, change into the silk deep coat. After a few bites were served early. At this time, the sky was still not light, and I was about to go to the North House, when I heard the servant woman at the door calling “Male Jun”, turned my head, and saw Wei Shao come in.

He also wore a full black sacrificial dress. Long crown, dark coat on the outside, and a midi coat with a dark collar and sleeves on the inside.

The dress is solemn, it seems that others are also getting longer and taller, the eyes are shining, the spirit is vibrant, and a solemn family style is coming to the face.

Little Joe greeted him and called him “Husband Jun”.

Wei Shao looked at her and smiled, “Grandmother’s side should be fine soon.” We’re good to go.

Little Joe nodded. So they went out with him, and the two of them went to the north house.

Since the fifth change, the main gate, yi gate, inner door and so on of the Wei Mansion have all been opened, and the lanterns start from the gate and light all the way along the passage like a fire dragon, and the entire Wei Mansion is brilliantly illuminated.

In front of the weeping flower door of the Westinghouse, Xiao Qiao saw that the inner courtyard was also brightly lit. When he climbed the steps, he habitually lowered his head and lifted the lower skirt, but he saw a hand stretched out from the side, looked up, and saw That Wei Shao had stopped and was turning his head to look at himself.

Dark morning, cold. But Little Joe felt a little warm in his heart, and put one of his hands into his equally warm palm.

Wei Shao took her hand and led her up the steps, across the threshold, all the way to Madame Xu’s main door, and Fang let go of her.

Two people enter the room. Mrs. Xu got up early. She was worshipped, her eyes circled around the faces of the two, nodded with satisfaction, and smiled: “Very good.” Let’s go for it. The relatives must have been waiting. ”

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The ancestral hall of the Wei family is in an independent compound directly west of the Wei family. The vermilion gate of the five rooms, which is always closed on weekdays, opened widely this morning. The Wei family clans had all gathered here, waiting in the hugging houses on both sides, men and women lined up, and the two rooms filled the two rooms, all holding their breath, quietly not making a sound.

For the first time, Little Joe stepped into the courtyard that made her feel dark and cold for the first time.

She followed Madame Xu and Wei Shao, under the gaze of many pairs of eyes, and entered the ancestral hall along the wide blue corridor at her feet. The pines and cypresses are green and solemn, and on both sides of the hall gate, two huge bronze burners of ancient colors and half a person’s height are placed. There was already a lush incense burning in the Ding, two puffs of green smoke rose from the Dingkou, and there was a strong smell of incense floating in the air.

The deacons of the Wei family clan had already led people to wait. Lady Xu was respectfully welcomed and the men and women entered. The candles inside are brilliant, and above the divine throne, there is a horizontal plaque of “Zude Liufang”, and there is a god alliance on the left and right: the respectful Ming sleeve is dedicated to its celebration; Zhao Mu Liezu carries the light of tin. Below the table. Behind the table was the position of the Wei Family’s gods and lords. The ancestors are in the center, and the following generations, the father and son are in order of Zhaomu left and right.

At the end of the densely packed two rows of god seats, Xiao Qiao saw two names that she was familiar with: the god seat of the Lord of the First Yan Wei GongJing. The divine throne of the ancestor Wei Bao.

These two gods, established in the name of Wei Shao, omitted all honorific titles, and were simple and clear.

Xiao Qiao quietly glanced at Wei Shao beside him.

His look was solemn. Almost expressionless. Her eyes crossed the front of her head, and Madame Xu’s back was praying to the ancestors with incense and prayers, and she landed on the two dark wooden gods that had been painted black.

When Lady Xu finished praying with incense, it was Wei Shao Xiaoqiao. Little Qiao knelt on the kneeling cushion laid in front of the throne of the gods, and after performing the great ceremony, there was no distraction, he calmed down, respectfully offered incense and respected the lord, closed his eyes and prayed sincerely.

The worship ceremony ended, and finally walked out of the door of the family temple, and Xiao Qiao subconsciously looked back.

At that time, the first rays of the morning sun on the new year’s day were spewing out from behind the clouds, shining on the snout on the ridge of the main hall, bright and brilliant, and the dark and cold feeling that xiao Qiao had left in his heart at the beginning was immediately expelled without a trace.

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[End of This Chapter]