Di Yahuai burst into tears for his integrity.

How nice he is to his elder brother!

If the elder brother knew what he had paid for him, he would have been moved.

(Zhao Ying:…)

Soon, Di Yahuai didn't care about thinking about everything, and just wished he didn't have two belly and eight mouths.

The day of worshiping ancestors is still around, but Gu Xiang's flowing table has been set up.

When she first came home, she wanted to hold a meal, and make the family members happy. There is nothing wrong with it.

There are only a lot of things, and it will be delayed in a moment.

At this moment, Gu Xiang deliberately wanted to be lively and asked Tiezhu to help build dozens of copper pots. He also asked the carpenters and blacksmiths in the village to help. It took half a day to create a long case. Xueying personally took the installation mechanism. As long as the chain is turned, the oval tray in the center of the long case can rotate the table.

It's a bit like rotating hotpot in later generations.

Di Yahuaiguang played with this little hot pot around the table, and then Laogou and his friends arranged the copper pots neatly, and then brought the eldest soup pot to add the soup base, but they were still a little unsatisfied.

The villagers are even more novel.

In addition to the chefs Gu Ji, there were also several aunts who were quick-witted from the farm. Everyone was wearing rice noodles aprons, their hair was tall, and they used light blue gauze to make hats, pursed all their hair, and also wore spotless gloves on their hands.

The chefs dressed cleanly and neatly at a glance.

Gu Xiang first asked someone to cut a white apron, but the servant girl saw it and quickly stopped her and refused to do it.

She thought it was true, now it is not as modern as it is now. Now this white is really not used randomly, it is unlucky.

So I made some rice noodles, beige and light blue light colors. If it is stained, it is very easy to see, and it looks clean and pleasing to the eye.

Di Yahuai didn't mind sitting at the same table with his fellow villagers. He took the public chopsticks and copied several tender mutton rolls with chopsticks and placed them in his own small copper pot.

The snow-white soup was rolling, and the mutton roll with the right heat was mixed with chili oil, and the sesame paste with a lot of sauce and tofu rolled. The taste was simply incredible.

"Tsk, enjoyable!"

After eating a few chopsticks, a layer of sweat appeared on Di Yahuai's forehead. As soon as the sweat came out, it was so exciting.

The old patriarch smiled and looked at the villagers all over the village who came to eat the meal together in groups of three or three.

"Tiezhu, your clothes look bright."

The iron pillar is still dressed in a short manner, but the clothes are clean and the materials are good, thin and breathable, and the sky is blue, so it looks energetic.

The rest of the village were also dressed up quite well.

Di Yahuai is somewhat obsessed with cleanliness. This time he doesn't mind sitting at the same table with the villagers. He may not have noticed it himself, but his companions around him know it. That is, the villagers of Guzhuang are sitting here, and his young general can adapt. If someone else is the one who will definitely not be happy.

The husband and wife of the family always criticized him because of this - the Di family will definitely go to the battlefield in the future. Does he have to wash and new clothes every day when he arrives on the battlefield? Is it because his comrades' clothes are dirty and stained with blood, so he refuses to get close?

But his companion didn't care about this, and he didn't care whether his young general would go to the battlefield.

"It's best not to go."

Look, the fish on this table is not good now? The meat is not good? Or are the delicious shrimps not good? In this way, doing some errands will make a lot of contributions, eating, drinking and sleeping, and getting married in the future. This will be good for the rest of your life.

As Lang Jun said, the Di family must be heroes who die on the battlefield and not be cowards who die on the bed. He does not agree with this. He will die on a high bed and be able to die on a soft pillow and his descendants surround the bed, which is clearly a person's greatest blessing.

"This day is getting better every day."

The old patriarch sighed and took the chopsticks and picked up the fish. The fish meat was tender and tight, and it didn't take any dents. Even his old teeth could be eaten. It was just a little chili oil and pepper and salt, and the taste was very delicious.

Guzhuang and young people came to eat mats, and it was lively for a while. Many passers-by, and people from other villages were envious of this lively scene.

The news spread quickly.

Because he wanted to worship his ancestors, Gu Xiang mentioned a few words, and the old patriarch asked someone to prepare a pen and write an announcement and posted it in the village. The general idea was that the village had to repair the ancestral tombs seriously. Some of the tombs in the ancestral tombs were no longer there to pay homage to them. If someone had been in contact with these people, he would go to the clan to report it after one or two, and the clan would also give him some subsidies and assistance.

In fact, there have been such rules in the Guzhuang clan for a long time. The village was poor in the past, and even the living people in the clan could not take care of them. They had no energy to take care of their ancestors, but now they are different. The descendants are promising. According to the old saying, this is the ancestral tomb.

The old patriarch had long wanted to repair the ancestral tomb so that the ancestors could enjoy the joy.

When he wrote this announcement, the lines revealed a sense of grandeur and joy. Anyone who saw it would not doubt the old patriarch's thoughts.

The old dog took the people and scattered to the surrounding villages and talked a few words about Guzhuang moving the ancestral tombs. The tribe decided to move the ancestral tombs together, so that they would not be able to become lonely graves and wild ghosts in the future, and they could not even eat sacrificial offerings during festivals.

These rumors are not very deliberate. In fact, Lao Gou and others just gave a little guidance. When the people encountered such new things, they would happily discuss them automatically. The news quickly spread to the surrounding villages. Although it was just a trivial matter in the countryside, it would not cause a lot of controversy, but if they wanted to know, they would know it.

The flowing mat will take three days as soon as it opens.

The preparations for worshiping ancestors were also held lively.

On this day, Gu Xiangzheng and Qiu Li checked the statement, and the old dog said outside the window: "My lady, three people who claimed the village's lonely graves are here today. The old patriarch and the clan elders know each other and have withdrawn money and asked them to clean up the lonely graves."

Unfortunately, they were not here to claim the one they were staring at.

Gu Xiang smiled and said, "Don't be anxious, it's best to show your head. If you don't want to, it's nothing."

It’s not my turn to hold things in my own hands. I should be anxious about it. No matter how I think about it, I won’t be my turn.

Just as he was talking, Chen Xu brought a letter box outside.

"Langjun Li told me to ask the young lady to take it by herself and look at it when she is alone."

Chen Xu had a strange look on his face.

Anyway, many nails buried by his subordinates were placed on the surface, so there was no need to hide them from him. Now, Chen Xu was asked to send the letters from Duke An and the princess to Chen Xu.

He was not surprised that he would be a messenger, but he was surprised that the box sent by Duke An would spray so much fragrance.

"Ah Yeh."

Gu Xiang gently covered his mouth and nose, and was helpless for a moment.
Chapter completed!