The first thousand two hundred and thirty-eight chapters recognize the ancestors
Looking at the young and middle-aged villagers in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile. Although the few people in front of him had already confirmed that he was in front of Qinjiazhuang, he still asked:
"Brothers, this is the Qin Family Village? I wonder if the descendants of the Qin Hong Family still live in this village?"
"Hey, outsiders don't have to speak openly. Qin Hong is our great ancestor, and we are all his descendants. If we don't stay in Qinjiazhuang, where else can we go?"
After hearing Qin Fengming calling Qin Hong's name, several strong men immediately showed fierce looks on their faces, stared at Qin Fengming and said.
"Forgive me for being disrespectful, but I would like to ask, are there any of his direct descendants living here?"
Seeing Qin Fengming's extraordinary bearing, several young men did not make any mistakes. After staring for a moment, one of them said:
"Our great-grandfather is currently living in the Qin Mansion. Are you here to see our great-grandfather?"
Looking at the young adults in front of him, they were all around twenty years old. Judging from this, his great-grandfather must have been over eighty years old. For a person of such an age, Qin Fengming suddenly thought of someone.
After Qin Fengming killed Zhang's father and son, he returned to Qinjiazhuang once. Although he never met his parents, he looked around through the door and window. At that time, there was a young child of about one or two years old staying with his parents at home.
. Could it be that the great-grandfather that everyone is talking about is that young boy?
Qin Fengming was thinking in his heart, but he said: "What you said is true. My ancestors have friendship with the ancestors of the Qin family. I came here this time to find the descendants of the Qin family. I hope some elder brothers can give me some advice."
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Hearing this, everyone looked at each other. Someone immediately rushed to inform the Qin family, but the remaining few led Qin Fengming slowly toward the village with vigilant expressions.
After passing through three streets, turning and walking for dozens of feet, everyone stopped in front of the door of an extremely grand and tall courtyard.
"This is the place where our great-grandfathers lived. Whether he is the person you are looking for, you will know soon."
Looking at the bright vermilion-lacquered door in front of him, the tall courtyard wall made of blue square bricks, and the front steps made of jade, Qin Fengming could hardly believe that this was the place where his descendants would live.
As the door opened, four people walked out. The first person was an old man in his fifties with a reddish complexion, followed by two servants in neat clothes. The strong man walked away quickly.
The young man also followed behind the three of them.
"Excuse me, where are you from, little brother? Are you here to look for my grandfather?"
The red-faced old man came to Qin Fengming, looked at Qin Fengming's appearance, and couldn't help but trembled. He cupped his fists and raised his hands, and asked extremely politely. There was a look of doubt in his eyes.
Looking at this red-faced old man, Qin Fengming could already see the shadow of his second brother in his face.
"I wonder how to call my grandfather and the deceased Qinshan?"
"Forgive me, but Qin Shan is my great-grandfather."
"Well, that's it. I want to meet your grandfather. I wonder if I can lead the way."
Qin Shan is the second brother of Qin Fengming. Since the great-grandfather everyone is talking about is the son of Qin Shan, there is no doubt that the manor house here is the residence of his direct descendants.
"Of course. Qin will take this little brother to meet the ancestor. Please, little brother."
Although the red-faced old man was a little confused, he did not hesitate at all and very respectfully agreed to take Qin Fengming to the ancestor of the Qin family. Since then, everyone present could not help but be stunned.
Following behind the red-faced old man, Qin Fengming took Sima Hao's hand and entered the tall courtyard gate without any hesitation.
Looking at the huge mansion along the way, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel emotional.
When Qin Fengming was young, what he remembered most was that his parents were so worried about each other over a copper coin. At that time, he could not have imagined that his children and grandchildren would live a prosperous life with plenty of food and clothing and slaves.
After passing through three courtyards, everyone stopped in front of a spacious house.
"This is the residence of our ancestors, please follow me into it."
The red-faced old man motioned for the others to stay outside, but he personally picked up the curtain and let Qin Fengming into the room.
This room is actually a Buddhist hall. A tall Buddhist altar sits on a huge square table in the room. Yellow curtains are hung around it. A long table is placed in front of the Buddhist altar. Melons and fruits are placed on it. There are sandalwood in the incense burner.
The scent of incense makes this room look solemn and sacred.
On one side of the Buddhist niche, there is another long table. Behind the long table, there are several spiritual tablets. On top of the spiritual tablets, there are four embroidered scrolls hanging.
On the lower row of scrolls on the right, there is a young child who is only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Grandpa, this little brother has made a special trip to visit my Qin family." Standing next to him, an old man with white hair and white beard who was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar finished chanting the sutra, and then the red-faced old man bowed.
Open your mouth and say.
Although this old man's beard and hair are all white, when he raises his head, his eyes are still very hale and hearty.
"Are you Qin Meng, the son of my second brother Qin Shan?" Qin Fengming stood in front of the white-haired old man, looked at the old man, and said with an extremely calm expression.
Looking at the young man standing in front of him, the white-haired old man's eyes suddenly widened, his hands touched the ground, and with the help of the red-faced old man beside him, he stood up.
"I am Qin Meng, and my father is Qin Shan. You...you...could it be that you...you are..."
"Haha, I never thought that after so many years, there would still be a descendant alive in the world that I met back then. Yes, I am your third uncle Qin Fengming."
As Qin Fengming said this, he stretched out his right hand, and a cool inner energy flowed into the body of the old man in front of him.
This old man was already **10 years old. For such an old man, if something unexpected happened suddenly, Qin Fengming would feel uneasy. Therefore, Qin Fengming stretched out his hand to protect his mind.
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"Third uncle, you are really the third uncle, wuwu~~~" The white-haired old man didn't have much doubt or hesitation. After a moment of confusion, he suddenly knelt down in front of Qin Fengming. The red-faced old man
Then my grandfather also knelt down and fell down.
"Qin Meng, you are not young anymore, so you should get up and talk." Seeing the two old men kneeling on the ground in front of him, Qin Fengming was a little uncomfortable. He stretched out his hand and a gentle force helped them up.
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Feeling the extremely comfortable feeling, when the two old men regained their balance, their moods actually calmed down.
"Third uncle, when my grandfather passed away, he kept chanting his name, saying that he was a very lucky person and would never die early. Later, when my father was seriously ill, he even earnestly warned me and other descendants that they must
When my third uncle returned home, I never thought... I never thought that I would see my nephew in person just before his death."
After such a long time, Qin Fengming's appearance has changed from when he left home when he was more than ten years old. However, when the Qin family originally embroidered Qin Fengming's appearance, they only based on their impressions and asked a famous painter to study the painting for a full year.
, then compared the looks of Qin Xiang and Qin Shan, and pieced together a pair.
Although this portrait is not the same as when Qin Fengming was young, it is somewhat similar to Qin Fengming at that time. Therefore, Qin Meng and his grandson, the red-faced old man, recognized Qin Fengming's identity as soon as they saw his face.