Song Fugui lowered his voice and said: "Mom, it was my second brother who was recommended to study in the largest academy in Tiancheng. It is said that anyone who enters that academy will be successful in the future, so the village chief came here a few days ago.
I want to host this ceremony for our family, and I even brought my own big rooster to light up our family!"
Lighting, which means sprinkling chicken blood on the beams, is the highest ceremony of building a house on the beams in Songjia Village. It is usually presided over by a respectable person in the village.
If the village chief can preside over it, it is really a great honor.
Before Song Tuanyuan could digest it, village head Song Qingfeng came wearing brand new clothes and smiling.
"Father Fugui is gone, and you are not at home either. There are only a few children at home, so I will make the decision for your family. Do you have any objection, Madam Fugui?" the village chief asked.
Song Tuanyuan shook his head and said with a smile: "This is the Song family's honor!"
The village chief still smiled as usual, looked at the time and said: "Okay, it's an auspicious time, and it's an auspicious time for Fu Guiniang to come back, so let's get started!"
The village chief shouted and led the strong men in the village to stand in front of the house. He sprinkled chicken blood on the beams and lit them. Then he directed the people to wrap the beams in red cloth and tie them with two pieces of cloud cake.
, while walking, he recited: "There is a golden rooster crowing below, a phoenix crowing above, it is time to go up the beam!" and placed it firmly on the ridge of the roof.
"Aunt Song, if you press this beam well, your second son will definitely win the imperial examination next year. Then you must thank the village chief properly."
Song Tuanyuan sneered in her heart, she was waiting here.
Song Tuanyuan responded with a smile.
After a while, Song Fugui threw the candies and Liang's dumplings down, and the children and adults scrambled for them below.
Song Fuchuan immediately lit the firecrackers and heard only the sound of firecrackers and the laughter of children, which was really no less than the Chinese New Year.
After the meeting, Village Chief Liang wanted to have a drink at Song Tuanyuan's house.
The village chief hesitated for a moment and reminded Song Tuanyuan: "For such a big event, I have to invite the old man to come!"
Song Tuanyuan was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the old man mentioned by the village chief was Song Xiucai's father, the original old village chief.
It's just that the old village chief has never been interested in seeing Song Tuanyuan, and has cut off contact with her over the years.
Song Tuanyuan thought for a while and realized that the old village chief was after all the father of the Song family and the grandfather of Song Fugui and others, so he called Song Fujin and Song Fujian to invite him.
Song Qingfeng stopped Song Tuanyuan: "It's fine if you don't come back. Now that you're back, I think it's better for you to come and invite me in person!"
Song Tuanyuan was stunned for a moment.
"Back then, the old man looked down on your style and felt that you were delaying Fu Gui's future. Now that the second son is going to Tiancheng to study, he has stepped into the Imperial Academy with one foot, and on top of that, he has such a big happy event as building a house for his family.
, you should invite me in person!" the village chief said.
Song Tuanyuan hesitated for a moment.
In the memory of the original owner, this old man never forgave him from beginning to end. In the end, Song Fuxin won the first prize and moved his family to Tiancheng, but the old man did not go either.
However, the old man shouted something before the Song family left, saying that the Song family was going to be finished. For this reason, the original owner felt that it was unlucky, so he scattered copper coins when he encountered rivers and bridges along the way, but it cost a lot of copper coins.
Song Tuanyuan hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take Song Fuxin to invite the old man.
The old man has a good eye for people and has long foreseen the decline of the Song family, otherwise he would not have stayed alone in the Song family village and spent his life.
Song Tuanyuan followed Song Fuxin to the back mountain.
Both the original owner and Song Tuanyuan came here for the first time.
There is a small thatched hut at the foot of the back hill, with one room for living and one for cooking. Some vegetables are planted in the yard. The old man of the Song family is squatting at the door smoking a dry cigarette. When he sees Song Tuanyuan and Song Fuxin coming, he can't help but look a little a little bit.
He was in a daze, but soon regained his composure.
Song Tuanyuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Dad, the village chief is here today to celebrate Liang Liang. Please go and have a drink of Liang Liang wine!"
Mr. Song gave Song Tuanyuan a cold look and said nothing. He just cast his eyes on Song Fuxin and asked, "What are you doing here if you are not studying in the town on this beautiful day?"
Song Fuxin hurriedly said: "There is a beam at home, come back and take a look."
Mr. Song snorted coldly: "I'm just being sent to Tiancheng to study. Do you really think that you won't be successful? Even if you are successful and win the first prize, if you have evil intentions and no virtue, it will be the beginning of disaster. It's not as good as
I will cultivate the land in Songjia Village for a lifetime!"
Song Tuanyuan felt that Mr. Song was so wise, and quickly said: "Dad, you are so right, this is how I educate these children on weekdays!"
Mr. Song glanced at Song Tuanyuan, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Are you sure?"
Song Tuanyuan knew that Mr. Song was looking at people the same way as before, so he immediately said: "Dad, I was not sensible before. I always relied on my blessed father's love and did a lot of stupid things. Now that he is gone, I am alone."
It's not easy to take care of several children. Now that the family is getting better and better, I'm counting on you to take charge of the overall situation, so you see..."
Mr. Song looked at Song Tuanyuan with surprise on his face. He paused and said, "The fact that you can say these words today means that the Song family can still be saved. If you had such knowledge in the past, Dingyuan would not have arrived.
He will still be a little scholar until he dies!”
Song Dingyuan is the name of Song Xiucai.
Song Tuanyuan said: "Dad, it was my fault in the past, and I apologize to you!"
Mr. Song was stunned for a moment, said nothing, and waved his hand.
Song Fuxin wanted to say something else, but Song Tuanyuan held him back, and the two of them left the back mountain.
"Mom, grandpa..." Song Fuxin said in a low voice, "Grandpa still can't care about dad accomplishing nothing in his life!"
Song Tuanyuan nodded: "I know, I delayed him!"
Song Fujin was stunned for a moment.
In the past, when people in the village said this, his mother would dig up people's ancestral graves when she heard it, but now Song Tuanyuan said this herself.
"Your father is very kind to me, but he is not a good son!" Song Tuanyuan sighed, "So your grandfather deserves to blame me!"
Song Fuxin wanted to say something more, but he saw the village chief waiting not far away.
Song Tuanyuan stepped forward and shook his head.
The village chief said: "The old man always wants to be strong and will not compromise so easily, but you finally did your best!"
Song Tuanyuan nodded.
In the house, Wang Yulan has already prepared the meal.
The village chief was invited, so he cooked eight dishes, including chicken brought by the village chief and fish caught by Song Fugui.
Sweet and sour fish is also a new way to eat. It is fragrant, crispy, fresh and sweet. The village chief was very happy to eat it. He took chopsticks one after another and drank the good corn wine until he was full.
Song Tuanyuan was eating in the house with Wang Yulan and other women. Looking out at the three sons drinking with the village chief in the shade, Song Tuanyuan felt that the Song family would get better and better in the future.