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Chapter 150: Enlightenment of Dugu

A few months ago, the Dugu family transported more than 100,000 shi of grain to Yan'an County through various trade routes, which finally aroused the Tang court's vigilance. Although Dugu Zhen ended Li Yuan's interest in providing 200,000 shi of grain to the Tang army.

There was suspicion about the matter, but Dugu Zhen knew very well that Li Yuan's suspicion had not been eliminated, but he would not pursue it further.

Despite the risks, Dugu Zhen still made a bigger decision, giving up nearly 60% of the Dugu family's land and investing in the new Sui Dynasty to gain the right to speak in the new Sui Dynasty. Dugu Zhen had a unique vision.

It can be seen that the biggest problem the Sui Dynasty will face after seizing Guanlong in the future is to win the support of the people.

But to win the hearts and minds of the people, you must have land. The land issue is the key to solving the problem of people's hearts and minds in Long. The biggest advantage of the Dugu family is that they own a huge amount of land. If they hand over 60% of the land to Yang Yuanqing, they will definitely get rich returns.

Dugu Zhen is very confident in his judgment. Today is the first day of the first lunar month. Dugu Zhen has not gone anywhere. He is sitting in the study and reading. This morning, the Dugu family also paid homage to their ancestors. After the lunch gathering, the Dugu family members in each room went back to their own homes.

After returning home, Dugu Zhen also had a moment of leisure to relax his tired body.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and someone reported: "Master, it's me, Dugu Tai. I have something to report to the master."

"Come in!"

The door opened and a man of about thirty years old walked in. His name was Dugu Yuntai. He was Dugu Zhen's nephew. He was smart and capable and was responsible for managing various businesses of the Dugu family. He stepped forward and bowed and saluted, "My nephew."

I have something to report to the master."

"What's the matter?" Duguzhen put down his book and asked with a smile.

"The head of the family asked his nephew to pay attention to Yang Rong a few days ago. There is a new situation today."

Dugu Zhen's spirit suddenly cheered up. He read the family business report a few days ago, and when he saw the report of Jucai Gambling House, he accidentally discovered that the person with the largest gambling debt was Yang Rong, who owed a total of 50,000 yuan.

Money, and Yang Rong was the brother of Yang Yuanqing and also the general of the East Palace Guards. These two special identities made Dugu Zhen pay special attention to him.

Of course, Dugu Zhen didn't want to forgive Yang Rong's debt. Instead, he felt a little strange why the prince would reuse a dandy like Yang Rong. Dugu Zhen was once a prince. He knew Li Jiancheng very well.

Li Jiancheng was as wise as he was foolish. He seemed weak and merciful, but in fact he was clever. He also knew that the Yang brothers were able to stay in the East Palace because of their relationship with the crown princess. But even so, Li Jiancheng could only give Yang Rong a false official with a high salary.

Rather than letting him hold such an important position as a bodyguard or general.

Because of doubts in his heart, he paid special attention to Yang Rong and ordered Dugu Yuntai to report the news of Yang Rong at any time. He quickly asked: "What's new?"

"Just at noon, someone paid off Yang Rong's gambling debt of 5,000 yuan, and the person who paid the money was a bit strange. I asked Manager Ma to check it out. It seems to be the person who lent Yang Rong money to pay off the prostitution debt."

"What is this person's background? Have you found out?"

Dugu Yuntai shook his head, "We haven't found out yet, but I'm sure it's not the prince, nor Yang Jun. Not even the Zheng family, maybe Yang Yuanqing."

"Impossible!" Duguzhen rejected the idea without hesitation. If Yang Yuanqing wanted to help Yang Rong, he could just tell himself. Why bother? Besides, Yang Yuanqing would not pay back the money for Yang Rong.

In fact, Dugu Zhen had already guessed who it was. It could only be Li Shimin's person. This must be Li Shimin's idea of ​​Yang Rong.

Dugu Zhen thought for a while, and then asked: "Secretly find out who the repayer is, and don't alert the snake!"

"My nephew understands and will definitely be careful."

Dugu Yuntai bowed and retreated. Dugu Zhen was not interested in reading anymore. He was pacing back and forth in the room with his hands behind his back, thinking about the causes and consequences of this matter. He was a bystander, but he saw this matter very clearly. He didn't

It is believed that Li Jiancheng did not know about Yang Rong, but Li Jiancheng pretended to be confused.

As a crown prince, how could he tolerate such a low-moral person by his side, even if he had a relationship with the crown prince, let alone someone like Yang Rong who could easily be bribed.

Could it be...

A bold idea suddenly popped into Dugu Zhen's mind, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air. If this is the case, the prince's scheming is too deep... The first day of the first lunar month is actually the busiest time for every household, as it is a matter of worshiping ancestors.

It can make everyone in the family almost exhausted. The same is true for the Prince of Chu's Mansion. They have been busy with sacrifices since dawn in the morning, and they are not over yet until noon. The mansion is empty, and the whole family has gathered in the family temple in the east courtyard.

, but in the empty mansion, there was a lackluster sound of the piano. The sound came from Danzhu Courtyard, which was the courtyard of the third wife, Jiang Peihua. At this time, Jiang Peihua also went to the family temple.

Behind a bamboo curtain, Yang Fangxin was playing the Yao Qin listlessly. She didn't even know what she was playing. She was playing randomly, without any tune or tune. The thumping sound of the piano spread from her hands to the distance.

There was also a small table behind her, with several sacrifices and incense burners and candlesticks placed on it. In the middle was the memorial tablet of her late father Yang Guang. Today was the first day of the first lunar month. She also sacrificed her father, but her ceremony was very small.

It's simple, just kowtow three times and recite the sutra silently once and it's over.

Yang Fangxin sighed thoughtfully. Today she is fifteen years old. She remembers that when she was eight years old, her father asked the warlock Zhang Qiu Taiyi to tell her fortune. Zhang Qiu Taiyi said that she would marry at fifteen. Today she has already

At the age of fifteen, it is the age of marriage.

But who should she marry? Yang Fangxin was really worried. The person she wanted to marry had always been lukewarm to her, but the person she didn't want to marry came to her door. Two days ago, she heard a news that Huihe envoys came to Taiyuan.

She proposed to marry the daughter of the clan as Ke Dun, and her damn clan brother Yang Shidao proposed to marry her to Huihe. She heard Peihua talk about it, which made her feel extremely hateful.

She would not marry Huihe, and she would rather hang herself to death if anyone dared to force her to do so. However, the key person's attitude was that he had not expressed his opinion at all, which made her feel anxious and hateful, and she was not in the mood for the New Year.

At this time, the sound of the piano stopped, Yang Fangxin sighed, and she touched a string of sea pearls necklace around her neck. This was a gift he brought back from Korea. It was extremely expensive, but at this moment, she would rather this string of sea pearls was

A copper hairpin he gave to himself.

At this time, a laugh came from the yard, "Auntie, why don't you stop playing?"

This was Yang Bing's voice. Only then did Yang Fangxin see Yang Bing standing in the yard. She didn't know when she came. She looked at her with a smirk on her face, as if she could read her own mind. Her face turned red and she said angrily.

: "I'm bored playing the piano by myself, why are you laughing?"

"I was laughing at Agu's high mountains and flowing water, but one Zhong Ziqi was missing. Looking at Agu's dejected look, I was right!"

"You damn girl, watch me twist your mouth!"

Yang Fangxin was ashamed and angry, so she jumped up and ran towards her. Yang Bing was so frightened that she turned around and ran away. After running a few steps, she shouted: "Auntie, stop making trouble, I have something serious to do."

"If you have any serious business, just tell me! If you can't tell me, I'll tell your father that you like the second boy of the Qin family."

"Auntie, what are you talking about?"

Yang Bing became nervous and said, "It was the aunt who asked you to go to the family temple and asked me to come find you."

Yang Fangxin was stunned for a moment. She suddenly curled her lips and said, "I'm not your family member. Why do you ask me to go to your family temple?"

What Yang Fangxin fears most is that Yang Yuanqing really recognizes her as his sister, calls her to kowtow at the family temple, and turns her into the Hongnong Yang family. She will not do it.

"I'm not going!"

She turned around and walked towards her room, but Yang Bing grabbed her and said, "Auntie, from what I heard, there seems to be a shortage of priests, so I asked you to help."

Yang Fangxin stopped in her tracks. Being a priest was something she could accept. She turned around and said with a smile: "I actually became a priest, the year before last..."

"Auntie, stop being so nagging and follow me quickly!" Yang Bing pulled her and ran towards the family temple... Yang Yuanqing's family temple is located in the east courtyard, covering an area of ​​about one acre. It is actually just a small courtyard, divided into

It is a temple and mourning hall. The temple displays family history and family history, and also hangs wood carvings and family rules. On the wall to the north hangs a full-length portrait of Yang Su, which was painted by the famous painter Zheng Fashi. It is a portrait of Yang Su when he was forty years old.

The painting is vivid and lifelike, with elegant appearance without losing dignity.

There is a smaller portrait next to it, which is the portrait of his father Yang Xuangan. Yang Yuanqing hung his portrait, which was regarded as recognizing Yang Xuangan as his father.

In front of the temple is the mourning hall, where the spiritual tablets of Yang Su and Yang Xuangan are placed. The altar table is filled with various sacrifices. Several incense sticks have been lit, and green smoke is lingering. In front of the mourning hall, Yang Yuanqing’s family is standing.

Everyone was wearing black sacrificial robes and looked solemn.

The priest was originally Yang Yuanqing's wife, and she was also the priest during the Ghost Festival sacrifices. But today she unexpectedly fell ill, and her aunt was a lay practitioner and was not suitable to be a priest. Pei Minqiu thought of Yang Fangxin. She and

Yang Yuanqing is a commoner and can serve as a priest.

The priest is actually the master of ceremony, and does not care about the gender, only the status. For example, a servant of the housekeeper cannot be the master of the ceremony, and the host is also very simple, just say a few words and guide everyone to bow.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came. Yang Bing put on a priest's robe and walked in. Behind her was Yang Fangxin, who was wearing a priest's white robe and a purple gold crown. Pei Minqiu also followed her, telling her something in a low voice from time to time.

Basic etiquette.

Yang Fangxin nodded, "Don't worry, Princess! I have also hosted family sacrifices in Jiangdu, so there should be no problem."

Yang Yuanqing glanced at the clock in the corner and said solemnly: "The time has come, let's start!"

"Boom!" Shen Qiuniang, who was sitting nearby, rang the bell. Yang Yuanqing stood solemnly and lined up with his family. Yang Fangxin cleared her voice and said loudly: "On the first day of the third year of the inheritance, Yang Yuanqing brought his wife and children to sacrifice to his father.

, bathe and change clothes, remember the ancestors with sincerity, have laid out the offerings of the four seasons, and burned incense in honor. When the right time comes, it is time to worship!"

At this point, she shouted loudly: "Pay homage to our ancestors and kowtow!"

Yang Yuanqing led his family members to kneel down and kowtow respectfully to the spirit tablet.


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