147. Zutang

"Aunt, my relatives have few sorrows, and many annoyances. When I was in Xuanniao City, I was still young, but I also remember that more than 2,000 immortals in the same clan, my parents went to weddings and funerals every month, and celebrated birthdays, and I always sighed that I couldn't spare time."

Speaking of this clan brother, like Shang Chengjun, he is over fifty years old. As an immortal, he does not look old.

He was very eloquent and sat on the table and flattered Shang Saner's mother.

Shang Chengjun, Shang Saner and A Chou, respect each other and said something: "When I go back, your family will be added to the genealogy and copy one. You will know that our clan has been in charge of the Xuanniao for thousands of years, and two Earth Immortal ancestors have emerged. Unfortunately, Ji Wujun of Southern Jin is a strong plan and has great ability. On the day the city is broken, he was dragged by him, and neither of the two ancestors could escape."

Today, I have not returned to the house with a fan and there is no other customer. At this table, only Ah Chou is not in line with the merchants, so I am considered an outsider.

But before Shang Chengjun came, he had already found out that the two earthly immortals in Green Willow City, such ugly and humble back, were one of them, and it was also related to the rise of the two Johor Bahru gods in Dilong Mountain. He wanted to be the merchant's own family.

When they heard A Chou call Shang Saner "Brother", they were even more happy and did not dare to call him this. "Senior" kept saying that, and they gave him several cups of tribute at the beginning of the meal.

Ah Chou just said calmly. After drinking the toasted wine, he just used the dishes quietly, letting him speak, and ignored them.

Only when the left and right were not close to each other, Shang Chengjun and others no longer made fun of it.

Shang Ziyi, who sat next to Aunt Shang, was the youngest and very sensible. He put all the good dishes on the table into the bowl of Shi Jian'er's bowl, and a bowl was filled with it, and only asked Grandpa Shi to eat.

In the teahouse, the child had kowtowed and called his grandmother according to his seniority. Aunt Shang, who had been trying to hold his grandson for many years, also liked it, so he pulled him to sit next to him when the meal started.

"Ziyi, you can eat it too!"

After picking up two chopsticks to the child, Aunt Shang seriously explained to her son: "If you know the name of the ancestors, please ask someone to make a spiritual card quickly. If you connect your father, your grandparents, and your grandparents, please go to the ancestral hall to settle it."

The original ancestral hall in this mansion houses the spiritual positions of the Zhou clan. Shang Saner received the order of the city lord from his family's children. He must remember some love. It is not easy for the mother and the mother to deal with it. There are only three generations of people on the left and right, so he simply chose another house to place it. The Zhou clan ancestral hall was locked with a lock.

My mother meant to ask the ancestors of Zhou to give up the house.

Shang Saner nodded lightly, thinking that there was no one on the left and right to worship. The Zhou family should be invited to settle the spiritual position, but the house had to be changed into its own ancestral hall. Not only did the door plaques, couplets must be replaced, and doors and windows must be repaired, the inner room must be painted with white dust.

To make a spirit card, you only need simple carpentry work. Not to mention Bao Zhengshan, you can use the carpenter’s business and you can do it yourself.

As he was thinking about it, Aunt Shang said to several guests: "Where is the same origin and the same clan, and my family, don't be polite if you have any difficulties, just talk to me and my mother!"

My mother suffered enough of the family’s thin suffering. Shang Saner’s father was seriously ill and his family was in debt. When he could not borrow money, he felt the deepest. He once wiped his tears and said, “If you were in a big family like the Cao family, you would never be able to fall into this situation.”

But these same tribes have ulterior motives, and this is exactly what Shang Saner is most afraid of hearing.

Looking at him, Shang Chengjun smiled and said, "It's not a problem for my aunt. I'm so pretty. I want to go to the city. I'm familiar with the name. I'm not the most famous and famous person who leads the city lord. I don't stay in the whole place for a long time. Those who live on rewards are not easy to chase after."

Aunt Shang's eyes turned red: "Oh, it's not easy to live in a stable place, and sleep in the open air!"

After hearing what she said, Shang Chengjun suddenly turned to the beginning.

After a while, there was no sound at all. Aunt Shang looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shang Chengjun wiped his eyes on his back, and when he turned around, he still had some tears: "My aunt's words remind me of my mother. If she was not killed, she would know that we would be so distressed!"

Sure enough, Lord Shang made him cry.

Shang Saner looked coldly and stopped talking.

It was still a few words from the clan brother who was good at speaking and persuaded her to get rid of Yan.

Shang Chengjun said again: "It is a great blessing for me to cherish my younger generations. I dare not ask for anything else. I am so please allow me to come and visit me at any time so that I can wait and listen to Ciyin."

Aunt Shang was about to agree, but Shang Saner interrupted: "No!"

The two aunts and nephews were surprised and looked over.

Shang Saner slowed down his voice: "Today is an exception. You are not willing to give up your grudges. With the friendship of the same clan, you are only allowed to enter Green Willow once a year. You must not enter the city for more than three people, nor can you stay overnight."

This made Aunt Shang angry. Shang Ziyi, beside her, even dropped her chopsticks and stood up angrily: "I won't eat it, let's go!"

Shang Chengjun scolded: "Sit down, sir, how can you do if you are?"

Aunt Shang was also angry, pointed at her son and spoke at the same time: "How could the old woman give birth to you a thing that is careless and forgetful?"

Shang Saner smiled bitterly at my mother first: "Mom, wait for the customer to leave, my son will be beaten and punished!"

He also said to Shang Ziyi standing: "Ziyi, if you want to talk about the ability to turn over the table, you must learn more from your uncle, and you should listen to me and then make a decision!"

Looking back, I answered the people on the table: "Because I am of the same clan, I will say a few more words. It's really not easy to care about others!"

"If you talk about real profits, you will not forget Chengwu County and Xuanniao City's glory, but you will have to regain the power around the Southern Jin Dynasty. How many people can really enjoy great benefits among the clan? How can you make up for such a slim thing with your lives?"

"In terms of revenge, when the old people are old, when the city is broken, you will never forget the hatred in your heart. But where does Ziyi get such a hatred? It's just that he is born and raised by his parents, and he has to go on this road. I have never asked where his mother is, but if the brothers and brothers of Chengjun tribe die again when they seek revenge on Ji, for this child, they must avenge it. This may be passed down from generation to generation, and the family of Ji is not the end! The revenge you are waiting for will really drag all your children and grandchildren into it?"

"Last time in Longya, I met Mr. Shi. He told me that there are more than a hundred surviving tribes. The three words "Don't forget" are very good! Those small low-level tribes, Ruoji, can live a stable life and practice. How many people are unwilling to learn from Xiaoqiu City Lord, and they are determined to take revenge?"

"After all, blood is here, and the friendship between the same clan must be remembered. But I will tell you that those who do not want to go to the dark side and can give up their grudges can come to Lu Liu. I am willing to go to Canggou City and plead for him to plead for him! For the rest of the matter, Mora's family will take care of my family. I am a person with a narrow shoulder. I only want to live happily, not be able to bear the big things, and cannot wade through the muddy water!"

All his words came from the heart.

Let these tribes who are determined to revenge often enter the city, and Ji knows that they will definitely feel resentment. They have already occupied the word tribe. If they get closer, will they agree to some small things? If they are chased and killed in the future, will they escape to Green Willow? If they are not saved?

After hearing these words, I thought that I was forcing the escape of the Shang clan to forget the clan's hatred. Even a child as young as Ziyi had fallen into the game and wanted to take over a country with Ji, who had many earth immortals and immortals, could not help but sigh softly, even if he was as cruel as a stone blind man.

The faces of the same tribe were unstable, so Shang Saner left behind and ignored them, calling Shang Ziyi, who had not returned to his seat: "Little Baba Lamb, I'm hungry and full outside. I don't know how pitiful it is. I finally got a good meal and was about to lose my temper. I'll wait until I finished offering sacrifices to the Five Insects Gods before I talk about it! Where can I eat it when I leave my city?"

In fact, it was also said to the child's father. After that, before Shang Ziyi could react, he whispered to the public: "Official, come with a pair of chopsticks and coax this young master. If you can't get the noodles, you will be able to get them to eat on the table!"

Shang Ziyi glared at him and sat back on his original position, with anger on his face.

The official changed the chopsticks and he took them and chewed them heavily.

Shang Chengjun saw his son's voracious look, and his eyes were a little wet again.

After this trouble, the adults also learned from A Chou, only using wine and food, and no longer talking.

After the meal ended, Shang Saner personally sent a party to the concierge office. Before leaving, she also told her that she would leave the city tomorrow and would not have to say no to each other again.

Also called Bao Zhengshan's family, they often take osmanthus cakes to give them, saying they can keep them for food on the road.

Before I could gamble, I would go back to the city lord's mansion first.

Shang Saner entered Taoxiyuan and saw that my mother just ignored her, she smiled and said, "It will be my mother's birthday in a few days. Don't be angry with her son. Otherwise, I will ask Mei'er to help you find the rolling pin and hammer it a few times to relieve your hatred?"

Aunt Shang glanced at him and snorted coldly: "If I want to relieve my hatred, I will use apologizing to apologize and use a rolling pin to scratch you?"

Listening to his tone, he was not very angry. Shang Saner breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be bitter again: "It's too serious to apologize to Jing Wei. It's better not to eat without beating his son!"

He made a joke and just called Aunt Shang to be angry: "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"

The ruffian pretended to hold his fists: "I'm right!"

Turning to Mei'er, he blinked: "Make me happy, I love you tomorrow night!"

The big girl didn't answer, and she didn't know how to answer. When she blushed and didn't know how to answer, he asked again: "Mom, should you go out horizontally or vertically?"

Seeing Aunt Shang take out apologizing Jing, Fang shouted: "I know, don't beat me!"

I ran away with my head in my arms and went to gamble.

The thrush on the edge of the window was not asleep yet, but was awakened by his last sound, flapping his wings, and also called: "Don't beat me! Don't beat me!"

This made Mei'er laugh out loud.

The big girl covered her mouth and asked, "It's going to sleep, and she went out to call Fenggeng. The official called foot wash and waited for the hair accessories to remove. When the two went out, they inserted the door bolt and then carried their own pillow into the inner room.

Aunt Shang snorted: "It's hot! Is it uncomfortable to sleep at home? Is it crowded with me again?"

The eyebrows were so squeezing: "Don't you squeezed you every day and let me stay overnight!"

Aunt Shang learned from her son and reached out to pinch her face: "Little Hoof, how old is, you still only act coquettish? If you have the strength, keep the bastard and play with him. Don't show up in front of me!"

Mei'er sticks out her tongue: "Where is it?"

After pinching for a while, Aunt Shang let out her hand, moved her pillow inside, and took off her clothes and went to bed first.

Mei'er blew out the lights and lay down with her. After a while, she heard more sounds in the outside room, and Fang asked softly: "Are you really not annoyed?"

In the dark night, Aunt Shang opened her eyes and rolled her eyes: "I'm not stupid! My fellow tribe needs to be a good friend, but I can't put my own family in! Can you still get angry with your son for this?"

Mei'er was puzzled: "But I see, when you go back to the house, you are still a little unhappy."

Aunt Shang sighed: "I used to dislike my son, but I even thought that he was useless. I don't want to do serious business. I am not vague about major matters. At the checkpoint, I think more thoroughly than I am, and I feel uncomfortable!"

After hearing the reason, my eyebrows were pulled over my face, and after a while, there were laughter from below.

Aunt Shang laughed and scolded: "Stupid girl, I dare to laugh at me, I will tell you to do heavy work tomorrow!"

Mei'er hurriedly put aside the quilt: "How can it be? I'm thinking about my own family. I've been practicing for many years, but I'm still called a stupid girl by my master. I have no knowledge of major issues. Maybe it's a man's family, and I can't say that it's more visionary than a woman!"

Aunt Shang nodded: "When you see things clearly, you will still cause trouble. What is the reason?"

Mei'er whispered to the master: "Have you been so playful before? Isn't this year good? You haven't even touched you to apologize!"

"This is not accurate. Maybe one day it will be in my hands again!"

The next day, Shang Saner got up and put a few spiritual cards in her house to look for her mother. She first talked about her father's spiritual cards. When she saw that she looked and spoke as usual, she showed no sign of anger, so she felt relieved.

After breakfast, he asked Mei'er to bring the keys and open Zhou's ancestral house.

The door has been locked for nearly two years, and it has been covered with dust and spider webs.

I sent Mei'er away, looked for a broom, a rag, and a bucket, and cleaned it alone.

Sweep it clean, Shang Saner knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted: "Everyone in the Zhou family, Shang Laosan dare not forget the cause and effect of the city lord order. Whenever he is alive, he will burn paper money for the Zhou family every year. Now the owner has changed, and there are no two owners in a room. Today, it is a lucky day. I want to ask you to move out and bury them with your descendants. Don't blame any disturbances!"

He ran to find six pieces of paper money and two big sacks filled with rice. He first burned three pieces of paper, then took off the spirit cards one by one, and put them in the sack.

Throwing the sack on the old dog's back, carrying a hoe at home, and going out.

When we arrived outside the West City, we buried the remains of Zhou's family after a disaster, and dug out a pit and put it in a bag of spirit cards.

Buried the soil and burned the remaining three pieces of paper.

Come back and go to the public school.

Let the children study in the middle, Old Man Dong teaches Hongxiu to practice, but he breaks in and is a little unhappy. He heard that he is asking to write a new plaque and couplet of Shang's ancestral hall. He said angrily: "On the words, Ma Ji in the calligraphy and painting shop is more considerate, so go find him!"

No matter how well written that guy writes, how could he be as decent as a ninth-level great scholar? Shang Saner said: "He looks more frivolous, and he thinks that the same is true for his words. Is that the ancestral hall, or is it a burden for you to suffer this steady burden!"

Dong Ce shook his head: "Who dares to compare with you when it comes to frivolity and languish? Moreover, my handwriting is precious, so I am not given to others. Since there are other people's orders, don't bother me anymore!"
Chapter completed!