Yang Xuan's hometown is in Yangjia Village, Jiangning County, more than 20 miles south of the city.
This Yangjia Village is considered a relatively large village in the local area, and our ancestors once produced a general who reached the third rank.
Although it has declined now, this clan has developed and can be considered prosperous.
So as soon as Yang Xuan's carriage entered the village, it was surrounded by women at the head of the village.
"Oh my, isn't this the second son of Capt. Yang's family? I heard that you are doing business in the city. It seems that you have a promising future."
"Brother Xuan, this carriage is not cheap."
"Oh, this brother Xuan has been shrewd since he was a child. I said he will be successful sooner or later."
After listening to the compliments of the villagers, Yang Xuan also bowed to everyone, took out cakes and preserved fruits and distributed them to everyone. After a while, he said goodbye to everyone and went to the village chief's house.
Those aunts and aunts were still talking endlessly in the back.
"Brother Xuan, he looked dull and stupid before. Unexpectedly, once he entered the city, he suddenly became enlightened."
"Yes, yes, you know, that carriage costs thousands of taels of silver at least."
"A thousand taels of silver?"
"hiss……"
"To be able to earn so much money at such a young age, I'm afraid our Yangjia Village is going to have a big shot."
"By the way, I remember that this brother Xuan is not yet twenty. He looks quite energetic. He is probably not married yet. It just so happens that my girl is of the right age..."
"Come on, your girl has two years to go before she gets haircut, but my daughter already got haircut last year. I think Xu Geixuan is just right."
"You are really good at telling jokes. Your daughter is as fat as two brothers Xuan. Do you think Brother Xuan can like her?"
"What are you talking about? My daughter is called rich. It's not like yours. She's just like bean sprouts. She usually doesn't have enough to eat."
"You dare to talk about my daughter, I won't tear your mouth apart."
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The village chief, who is also the patriarch of the Yang family, is a hunchbacked old man in his sixties.
As the village chief, and at this age, he naturally doesn't have to work in the fields. He was wandering around the door when he saw Yang Xuan's carriage in the distance. Just as he was wondering, he saw Yang Xuan jump out of the car.
"I met my fourth uncle."
The village chief was in good spirits. He squinted for a while and then recognized it: "Isn't this the second son of Yang Xing's family..."
As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the carriage beside him and the two maids, Xiaomei and Xiaolan.
"I haven't seen you for more than half a year. I heard that you went to the city. You are promising."
Yang Xuan cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Fourth uncle, I am doing some small business in the city. I am very busy on weekdays, so I just have time to come back and take a look today."
"Yes, yes, yes, he is a good young man."
Yang Xuan waved his hand and signaled Xiaomei Xiaolan to present the gift, and then said: "These are some thoughts. I will go to worship my parents first, and then come back later, go to the ancestral hall to burn incense sticks, and ask my fourth uncle to preside over it."
"It's easy to talk about." The village chief accepted the gift and narrowed his eyes until there was only a slit left.
Walking further behind the village, there is a small hill where people in the village are buried after they pass away.
Yang Xuan finally found the tombs of his parents. After all, it was his first time here. If he didn't still have some memory of the original owner, he might not even know the direction.
To be honest, he had never had any contact with these two elders since he traveled back in time, so it can be said that he had no emotional foundation.
However, in this other world, these two elders and Yangjia Village are his roots and the sustenance of his soul.
Yang Xuan burned paper money, lit incense candles, placed fruit snacks, wine and meat in front of this small grave bag, kowtowed, and was silent for a while before leaving sadly.
Before the time travel, Yang Xuan's parents were still alive, but after the time travel, he didn't know what happened to his body, and how sad his parents must be.
He had no way of knowing all this.
He had left a lot of assets, so his parents' life should not be a problem.
After gathering his mood, Yang Xuan returned to the village. At this time, the village chief had summoned several elders in the village to wait for him in the ancestral hall.
Yang Xuan hurried forward to greet them one by one and presented them with the gifts he had prepared.
After the clan elders received the gift, they all smiled happily and praised Yang Xuan to the sky.
After exchanging a few words, Yang Xuan said, "After I take a bath and change clothes, I will come and offer incense."
The so-called bathing actually meant washing his hands and face, then putting on his third-grade official robe of a Chinese doctor, and then walked to the entrance of the ancestral hall.
When the village chief and clan elders saw the peacock on the patch of Yang Xuan's official robe, they were collectively stunned.
Then there was an ouch, and the village chief and clan elders quickly bowed and saluted.
"I have met you, sir. Please forgive me for being rude."
In the official-based feudal society of the Dasheng Dynasty, Yang Xuan's status was much higher than that of the village chief and these clan elders.
Although these clan elders praised Yang Xuan just now, they were still a little reserved. After all, there was order in the hierarchy, and Yang Xuan was the younger generation.
But it's different now. His third-grade official robe alone is enough for them to worship him.
Yang Xuan didn't care about these etiquettes and quickly stepped forward to help everyone up.
The village chief prostrated himself directly in front of the ancestor's memorial tablet, and said with tears streaming down his face: "The ancestor has appeared, and our Yang family has another big shot."
This Yang Xuan official residence is in the third grade, and the specifications of this ancestral worship hall are about to be upgraded. Several clan elders held down Yang Xuan who was about to offer incense, and then went to the village to gather the villagers.
After working for a long time, almost all the men in the village arrived. They saluted Yang Xuan again, and then started banging.
The village chief took out another memorial poem from an unknown age and began to read it in a sultry manner.
After completing a series of tedious etiquette, Yang Xuan finally finished offering incense safely.
But that's not all. The village chief had pigs and sheep slaughtered and a feast was held. All the men, women and children in the village came.
The whole village felt like New Year had passed over again.
While everyone was busy killing pigs and sheep, the village chief invited Yang Xuan to his home and offered him a seat. Yang Xuan could not refuse and had to accept his identity.
The village chief and his family bowed again, and then said cautiously: "Sir..."
"Oh, old village chief, please stop being so polite and just call me Brother Xuan." Yang Xuan couldn't stand the village chief's flattering attitude. It wasn't that he couldn't stand other people being respectful to him, it was just that he couldn't stand others being respectful to him.
For the village chief, this gesture made him feel uncomfortable.
But the old village chief was very stubborn and said solemnly: "The etiquette cannot be abolished."
Yang Xuan had no choice but to sit back again.
"Sir, my third boy is 20 years old this year and has failed the provincial examination several times. Can you let him stay with you...even as a follower?"
The old village chief is over sixty, and his youngest son is only twenty. I have to say that he is getting stronger with age. I have just met the third son of the village chief, and he looks like a very smart young man.
As his business grew faster and faster, Yang Xuan felt that he should have his own team.
Unlike later generations, in this era, the concept of clan is deeply rooted. When there is a conflict of interest, clan is definitely the first choice, and this Yangjia Village is my clan.