, Ancestor Worship

"We need to train pilots ourselves. We can't just rely on external forces, and we can't always expect to secretly get them from preserved fruits... Ahem... Don't you know this? You didn't say it. If you have money, you can buy it.

A lot of good stuff came, a box of cillin oil, and then some pilots from the preserved fruit side came back."

"These people are still learning about the situation. They seem to be some people who are very capable, but are not welcomed by the Preserved Air Force. Some of them are living there in a miserable condition. There are also people from the ground staff who have also brought some

, these people are all treasures here, and they will be

Very useful. Haha, although our current air force does not have it, it does have a lot of pilots. There are Japanese pilots anyway, there are also some pilots from Mao Xiong who need to be washed, and there is also a trainer who is said to be very powerful. Now

He’s one of ours too!”

"As for the plane you mentioned... this is not about Michael and the guy behind them... Ahem, these things are not something you should consider. You need to finish the arsenal first!"

"The Crohn's Research Institute is right over at Sunjiaji. There are also training courses. If you have time, go and take a get out of class and learn. You, don't always focus on the firearms. These things are enough. That’s it. You yourself have said that the way to win in the future is the sky, the sky, the earth, and the sea. After you build the arsenal, you can continue to improve yourself and strive to gain something in other areas!"

Minister Zhang stood up and patted Hu Changyi on the shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Everyone's expectations of you are definitely not the director of a small arsenal! You are still young, and there will be greater responsibilities waiting for you to bear in the future.

We will all grow old, and our future careers must be inherited by young people like you!"

"Are you young?" Hu Changyi enjoyed the care of the elders, Minister Zhang, and then couldn't help but think back to the world back then. Those young people in those days had worked hard and sweat for several generations to achieve what the older generation did.

He is even trying hard to achieve what he hopes to achieve. Of course, he doesn't think he can bear much in the future, after all, he has to go back.

It sounds ridiculous, right? Hu Changyi doesn't know why he has this idea, maybe it's because of some emotions.

"Minister Zhang, I will work hard!" Putting aside some unnecessary emotions, Hu Changyi suddenly felt that this was not bad. It seemed that he could get some good things out of the system. Maybe the current industrial base of Eighth Route could not get it out, but he could get it

Go and exchange things. Just use the technology that others have come up with in a year or two, and just exchange it with others in advance.

There are benefits to doing this. At least some of other people's research and development capabilities will be gradually destroyed by this method. To others, Hu Changyi is not a good person.

After Minister Zhang finished talking about the serious matters, he gave Hu Changyi the final say on matters in northwest Shanxi. According to Minister Zhang, the counter-mopping up in northwest Shanxi was going well and more than 2,000 Japanese troops had been annihilated.

As a junior, Hu Changyi naturally stood behind his uncles and worshiped the ancestors of the Hu family. Here, there is no director of the Jiuzhai Arsenal or the captain of the Ninth Detachment, only the Hu family.

The third generation grandson of Hu Yizhou branch.

After leaving Minister Zhang, Hu Changyi put on ordinary clothes. He did not wear a camouflage military uniform, but a Chinese tunic suit. The Chinese tunic suit was given to him by Mr. Hu, his grandfather who joined the Hu family. It belongs to his own clan.

The sisters made it. The reason why Hu Changyi changed into this outfit was because today he was going to worship his ancestors at the Hujia Village Ancestral Hall.

The strength of more than 2,000 troops may have been able to withstand the little Japs in the past, but now, it is enough to break the bones of the Japs in northwestern Shanxi. Maybe it won't be long before the Japs retreat on their own.

Because he is the oldest in terms of seniority and age, Mr. Hu sits alone on one side of the altar table in the ancestral hall. No one can sit in the same row with him. What he holds in his hand is naturally the one that Hu Changyi pays filial piety to the old man.

The old man rubbed the cigarette pot out of the pot until it was filled with pulp. Sitting here, the old man was actually presiding over various rituals of worship.

What does it mean to live on the land? It means that the family is from the local area, rather than migrating from the big locust tree in Hongdong (private goods: My family is really a land-based household, with generations of blacksmiths for generations. Unfortunately, the population is declining, and there are not many of my surname left).

In the ancestral hall of Hujia Village, the old man put on a long gown and a leather jacket. The bright copper pipe and pot were burning, and the curls of green smoke rose in the ancestral hall, blending with the incense used to worship ancestors.

People pay attention to returning to their roots after falling leaves, and this ancestor worship is to pay homage to their roots and express gratitude to the source of their blood.

To be honest, Hu Changyi has never participated in several such ancestor worship activities in his two lifetimes, especially in ancestral halls, and never in his previous life. Well, as a northerner, especially from Shandong, from Liao to Jin

, the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, until the Anti-Japanese War, were invaded by foreigners again and again. How many Han people died under the butcher's knives of foreigners, and how many ancestral temples were obliterated in the smoke of history.

People should not forget their origins, let alone their ancestors! Our ancestors gave birth to us, raised us, and educated us. Future generations should remember them and pay homage to them.

However, Hu Changyi is respectful here, worshiping with great reverence and memory. For no other reason, the name of Qi Jiajun is worth worshiping again and again.

Yes, during the Chinese New Year, the ancestors should also enjoy the incense and blood food offered by future generations. This is a traditional custom, not a superstition.

Hu Changyi also agreed with this point, because he understood that the Japanese troops were becoming increasingly scarce and had to fight on multiple fronts. The life of every soldier was very precious. Therefore, regardless of the gains and losses of a city or a place, in the

How correct it is to look for fighter opportunities during movement, concentrate our forces, and annihilate the enemy with effective force.

Therefore, even though Hu Changyi's family is regarded as a "local household" in their local area, there is still no ancestral temple. Not to mention the ancestral temple, even the genealogy cannot be found.

Of course, Hu Changyi didn't know the specific procedures of worship, so he just followed the same actions as his elders and his peers, and he would never go wrong.

The ancestor worship lasted for more than two hours. It was mainly for the old man to speak to the younger generations, recite the sacrificial words, and present the offerings. The time was a bit long. Hu Changyi was very concerned about the sacrificial words. He thought it would be something elegant.

He could understand every word of the article but couldn't understand it when put together, but the result surprised him.

"The ancestors are on top, the ancestors of the Qi family are on top. I am Hu Yizhou, a descendant of the Hu family. I have brought the unfilial children and grandchildren of the Hu family to worship the ancestors. It is the Chinese New Year, so let me say something to the ancestors.

What we have done this year also makes our ancestors happy! Ancestors, our sons of the Hu family have done well this year. We have killed enough Japanese pirates this year..."

That's right, it's all in vernacular. I directly read the records of the soldiers who went out from Hujiacun, and whose children were injured, who died, etc., all in vernacular.
Chapter completed!