Ruian County, Huangjia Village!
Under the organization of the old patriarch, every household hung up big red lanterns. This is a New Year ritual.
In addition to the bright red lanterns, the men, women, and children in the village all wore bright red clothes that they were reluctant to wear all year round.
The old patriarch even put on the clothes that Huang Tinghui bought for him, which he had been reluctant to take out.
The old patriarch, who is over seventy years old, is particularly energetic at this time.
Like the old patriarch, everyone in the village, young and old, looked beaming with joy.
"Mother, mother!"
"Why are all the adults and children in our village wearing new clothes today?"
A girl with pigtails looked at her mother strangely and asked.
"Do you still remember brother Tinghui from our village?"
The woman who was dressing the little girl suddenly asked.
"Remember, remember!" The little girl's head moved quickly, like a rattle, "That little brother at that time also gave me candied haws of sugar!"
“It’s delicious!”
When it comes to candied haws, this little girl's mouth is almost watering.
"You just know how to eat, little greedy cat!" The girl's mother nodded her daughter's forehead and said to her daughter with a smile.
When Huang Tinghui stayed in Huangjiacun, he was naturally bored except for studying.
So this guy would always make delicious things. After making too many delicious things, he would distribute them to some children in the village.
The candied haws that the little girl talked about were the snacks that Huang Tinghui made at that time.
Hearing what her mother said, the little girl pouted with a look of dissatisfaction on her face, "Mom is the little greedy cat, the little greedy cat!"
Facing the little girl's rebuttal, the mother didn't refute. She just smiled and said to the little girl: "Brother Tinghui is going to be promising!"
"I'm learning Yuan in the city!"
"So today we have to wear red clothes, because our Huangjiacun is going to have a high official!"
After hearing her mother's explanation, the little girl responded with some vague understanding, "Oh!"
Like this family, the whole village is filled with a festive atmosphere.
Occasionally, strangers pass by and are extremely curious about the situation in this village.
At this time, a villager from Huangjia Village stood up, patted his chest, and said to everyone with great pride: "Then you don't know that we have a Mr. Jie Yuangong in Huangjia Village!"
"Do you know Mr. Jie Yuangong?"
"He is destined to be a high official!!"
Just by looking at the expression of the person who spoke, I would have thought that the person who understands Yuan is himself.
"oh!"
"It turns out that this is the village where Duke Xie Yuang lives. How disrespectful!"
Foreigners who occasionally pass by Huangjia Village will express their respect immediately, and the villagers of Huangjia Village will be extremely proud.
After all, today's Xie Yuangong and the former gangster Huang Tinghui, but they, the elders, watched from wearing crotchless pants until they grew up.
At the same time, the ancestral hall in Huangjia Village was also renovated.
Red lanterns hang in front of the ancestral hall in Huangjia Village, and the furniture inside has been replaced with the latest ones.
Even the big drum, which is beaten during the New Year and festivals, is brand new at this time.
The old patriarch, who fainted due to excessive excitement when he received the good news earlier, is now standing in front of the ancestral hall, instructing the young adults in the village to put some things in place.
Among them, the plaque of Jie Yuangong is hung in the center.
"Left a little, left a little, left a little more!"
"No, right, right!"
"Be serious about your work, this is the plaque of Duke Jie Yuang, handwritten by the prefect himself!"
Seeing that the younger members of the clan were busy, they did not place the plaque of "Jie Yuangong" in the center as per my request.
The old patriarch didn't know where the anger came from.
Seeing the old patriarch's thoughtful arrangements, several other clan members stepped forward to remind him, "Old patriarch, what do you think of Ting Hui's talent?"
Hearing this question from the clan members, the old clan leader straightened his face on the spot. He looked at those people and said, "Ting Hui is now Lord Jie Yuangong, and this is the descendant of Wen Quxing!"
"You actually asked Tinghui about his talent. Do you want me to scold you?"
The old patriarch taught him an unceremonious lesson.
"Old patriarch, you are right, you are right!"
"But old patriarch, have you ever thought about a question?"
One of the young men reminded carefully.
Facing the old patriarch, the young man felt his heart pounding.
"What's the problem?" the old patriarch looked at the man and asked.
"Ting Hui is already the Duke of Xie Yuang, so he will definitely participate in the next spring!"
"What if Tinghui wins the first prize in the spring of next year!"
"Then the imperial court will definitely send a plaque honoring the Number One Scholar!"
"In this case, once the plaque of Mr. Jie Yuan is hung up, it will take a lot of effort to take it down!"
"It's better to free up this position now and reserve it for Tinghui to pass the imperial examination next year!"
"Old patriarch, what do you think?"
Being reminded by the younger generation of the clan, the old clan leader reacted instantly.
"It makes sense, it makes sense!"
"You are right, this is exactly what you said!"
"If the plaque of Duke Jie Yuan is removed, where should the plaque of Duke Zhuang Yuan be placed?"
The more the old patriarch thought about it, the more he felt it made sense.
He even looked at the younger generation of the clan leader with a hint of relief.
"In this case, we have to put this plaque somewhere else!"
Just when the old patriarch was thinking about where else to hang this plaque.
Suddenly I heard someone's voice coming over, "Old Patriarch, Old Patriarch!"
I saw Uncle Daring's son Huang Xiaozhu running all the way into the ancestral hall, out of breath.
This appearance fell into the eyes of the old patriarch, which only made the old patriarch frown tightly.
"It still looks like this in the ancestral hall!"
"What kind of behavior do you have?"
The old patriarch scolded.
"what's the matter?"
"Old patriarch, it's... it's..." Huang Xiaozhu breathlessly continued to the old patriarch, "It's Tinghui!"
"Tinghui!!"
"What's wrong with Tinghui?" the old patriarch asked a little strangely.
"Tinghui is back!"
"And bring Lian'er with me!" Huang Xiaozhu finally made it clear what he wanted to say.
"Ting Hui and Lian'er are back?" After figuring out the reason why Huang Xiaozhu was out of breath, the old patriarch's brows furrowed and he was filled with joy.
After all, for the old patriarch, his feelings for Huang Tinghui are extremely deep.
"Hahaha, our Mr. Jie Yuang is back!"
"Our Mr. Jie Yuang of Huangjiacun is back!"
With that said, the old patriarch raised his feet and started to walk out the door.
After walking a few steps, the old patriarch felt something was wrong again.
He then turned around and said to the young people around him, "Go quickly!"
"Call all the old people in the village who can walk around here!"
"You have to carry them to the entrance of the village even if you hug them!"
"Now Mr. Xie Yuangong, who brought glory to our Huangjia Village and our old Huang family, is back!"
"Can't we go to the village entrance to welcome you?"
After giving the instructions, the old patriarch couldn't wait to lift his feet and walk quickly towards the entrance of the village.
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Chapter completed!