Chapter 354 Didn’t say that ancestors and clans cannot be rolled
At first, the conversation was normal, but later on, it seemed that the conversation became more and more strange.
The villagers listened, dumbfounded and at a loss. Everyone looked at each other.
"This?"
The younger people didn't hear anything wrong, but the older people swallowed their saliva and subconsciously looked towards the old man and old lady in the village.
However, the old men and women in the village did not seem to feel the gazes of the younger generations. The old gods looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses.
Some old men and women were muttering in their hearts, why are you staring at us? Nowadays, my aunt is the oldest in Taohua Village, so naturally she can do whatever she says.
Besides, what my aunt said makes sense. There are no people in Peach Blossom Village who are just eating and not doing anything.
Since the ancestors and sects are receiving the incense from the younger generation, it is also appropriate to bless the older ones.
No one mentioned this matter before, but now my aunt has brought it up, there is nothing wrong with it.
Otherwise, my aunt will have to worry about everything, and that will make her very tired.
Bai Taobing didn't know that the villagers behind her were complaining in their hearts, so she continued to talk confidently.
"I also know that you have been working hard all your life. When you get down here, it's time to lie down and enjoy the blessings. But your old arms and legs also have to move. Otherwise, during the holidays, you won't be able to enjoy the food and drink at the table..."
"Look next door, are other people's ancestors working hard to benefit the juniors above?"
"We are all ancestors, so you don't want to be inferior to others, right?"
"The juniors are all sensible and well-behaved. They are embarrassed to speak, but as an aunt, I have to mention it to them."
"Now I am the biggest in Peach Blossom Village, and you are also under my control. Therefore, I will give you a task today. Don't just lie down, think about the juniors who are still offering good things to you during the holidays..."
Baitao didn't think there was anything wrong with being rolled into a person who had turned into a bone.
She thought to herself, where did this go? Every year during the Qingming Festival in modern times, many people search for their ancestors, and there are many people who worship the wrong ancestor.
Then since you have received the incense, there is no need to distinguish between your own family and your maternal family. You can bless us together. After all, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang.
No one has ever said that the ancestors and clans cannot be involved in the roll.
The elderly men and women in the village didn't say a word, and the others just listened obediently.
Somehow, the more they listened, the more they felt it was right, that's what it was.
My aunt understands us very well.
The villagers listened to Baitao praising them and listening to her asking the ancestors below to bless them. The villagers felt as warm as drinking a bowl of hot ginger soup on a cold winter day, feeling warm from the inside out.
When they heard that Baitao had given tasks to their ancestors, the villagers were even more surprised: could it be like this?
Hiss, it seems that this is possible. After all, when worshiping ancestors every year, everyone would shout for their ancestors to bless them.
Baitao finally finished the sentence. Because she is small, if she were to burn incense by herself, the posture of climbing up to the incense burner half a person's height using both hands and feet would be too ugly and undignified.
She handed the incense in her hand to the side, and Bai Dashan, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly stepped forward, took it respectfully, and then carefully inserted it into the incense burner.
"Where are these?" Baitao asked about the tablets standing on the left and right.
Bai Dashan quickly said: "Auntie, you are of a higher generation. These are all younger than you, so..."
All the tablets in this ancestral hall can be worshiped by the villagers, but Baitao, those of the same generation as her, or younger than her, were selected and placed on the left and right sides. The reason is to avoid her offering incense, after all, there is no reason for a junior to be polite to a senior.
Upon hearing this, Baitao waved her little hand and ordered: "Bring me some incense, and I'll have a few words with them."
People have been hanging for who knows how long, but she offers a stick of incense, which is fine.
Without the incense, how could she make them work hard.
Bai Dashan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the old people in the village standing in the front row in the yard.
Seeing that none of them objected, they followed Baitao's wishes and brought her new incense.
Baitao also talked about the tablets on the left and right for a few minutes, then handed the incense to Bai Dashan, clapped her little hands, and murmured in a sweet voice.
"Okay, I have told you enough today. You are not children, and you know it well."
"I think you are all sensible people. If anyone has an opinion and is unwilling to work hard, just give Dashan a dream."
Bai Dashan paused while holding the incense in his hand, what?
What did grandma say?
Baitao: "Remember when you ask for a dream, you should explain your name, which family you belong to, and which of your descendants are still alive, otherwise it will be easy to make mistakes."
Bai Dashan gave a smile that was uglier than crying: "Auntie, I, I, I..."
"What are you afraid of!" Baitao snorted softly: "I want to see which ancestor can bear to watch the juniors work hard without helping."
"When the time comes, remember his name and I will ask their descendants to talk to them properly."
After hearing this, Bai Dashan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes immediately lit up. My aunt was right, no elder could bear to see their juniors embarrassed.
He said happily: "Yes, aunt, I will definitely record the situation in every detail."
Baitao nodded: "Yes."
After hearing this, the villagers in the courtyard felt nervous, this, this, this? ? ?
My ancestors shouldn't be in trouble, right?
Many people have already begun to pray silently in their hearts before they start to burn incense.
Ancestors, it’s me, your grandson (granddaughter). I have done a lot this year, and my aunt has praised me a lot, which has brought a lot of glory to the faces of our family...
Originally, the process of worshiping ancestors and offering incense wouldn't take much time, but because of Baitao's words.
Next, when the villagers began to burn incense, they knelt in front of the memorial tablet for several minutes without getting up, fearing that their ancestors would not receive the message, repeating the words back and forth in their hearts.
After all, if their ancestors didn't help, they wouldn't be able to hold their heads high in the village.
‘Ancestors, I am your junior. I think you even saw me in my dreams when I was a child. ’ Regardless of whether this thing exists or not, it does exist anyway.
As an ancestor, it would be too unqualified if he didn't even take a look at the newly born junior.
I believe there is such a thing, and my ancestors would be embarrassed to admit it.
‘Ancestors, please take pity on me...’
'My ancestors, it's up to you whether your grandsons (granddaughters) can stand upright and behave themselves in the village, whether they can be looked upon favorably by other villagers, and whether they can avoid being laughed at by other villagers as people who are not loved by their ancestors... …'
Bai Dashan stood in the middle of the ancestral hall. He first kowtowed three times respectfully to the tablet in the middle, then kowtowed to the left and right, and then took a deep breath.
Come on, see you tomorrow~~~