I rewrote family history

Chapter 154 I Worship You as My Teacher
"I don't understand what you're talking about."

Tian Huilan anxiously wrung the apron she wore while cooking with her hands. She hesitated and said, "It's just a pity to see a new book being burned. My father said, you have to love books, respect them and cherish them. Even if it is Old books that you don’t read should be well preserved.”

She was born in a scholarly family, and her father was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty, who valued books the most.

Therefore, when she learned that Xu Shuwen was going to burn the books, she struggled for a while, suppressed the idea of ​​catering to men in her heart, and chose to go into the study to dissuade her husband.

It's just that after she entered the study, she discovered another face of Xu Shuwen that was unknown to everyone.

Time will dilute everything.

After the couple stayed in the study for a while, Tian Huilan dispelled her obsession. She saw Xu Shuwen, who had a gentle personality, again, so she thought that she had misjudged her just now.

"It's just a book, I don't want to read it now."

"Burned."

"It was brought by Xu Cong, so it has to be burned."

Xu Shuwen sat firmly on the grand master's chair behind him, and the words he threw were powerful, "I treat him as a guest because he is indispensable in the castle, and I burn books because he killed my father. One is for the public interest." , one is for self-interest. The rules of the clan are above all else, and the clan does not need a narrow-minded patriarch, but my father needs me, a son who cares..."

He bent the middle finger of his right hand and tapped the table a few times.

"Public and private are clearly distinguished."

"Just know it in your heart, don't spread it outside."

He warned his wife.

"Okay, I see."

"I'm not a big talker, how can I spread things randomly. Besides, we are a family, and I have no reason to help others. I see that you have always called Xu Cong a brother and brother, and thought...you really get back with him again? You should hurry up Open the skylight and speak the truth, so that I can know something..."

Reasonable explanation, Tian Huilan believed her husband's rhetoric.

She doesn't understand what benevolence and righteousness cannibalize, but she can understand the truth of public and selfishness.After all, Xu Cong was the deputy patriarch of the Hui clan that Xu Shuwen had invited before. Even if something unpleasant happened to the two of them during the period, it was still more irreversible.If the patriarch and the deputy patriarch are enemies, then the Xu clan will never get better.

There can only be one person to give in.

And the one who gave in was Xu Shuwen.

"Where's your mother?"

"Let her come over for dinner, too."

Xu Shuwen saw that the fire in the brazier tended to be extinct, leaving only one or two small sparks.He felt a little relief for no reason.It may be because of burning books, or because of his wife's understanding.While his mood improved, he asked leisurely.

"mother?"

"She said she was not used to seeing Xu Cong, so she should hide in the Buddhist hall to burn incense and worship Buddha."

Tian Huilan thought for a while and replied.

Since Mrs. Xu came back from Shangyang Temple to offer incense, she invited eminent monks from nearby temples to open a Buddhist hall in Xu's house for worship.

Eating vegetarian food and praying to Buddha is already the old lady's normal state.

"I'll call her."

Tian Huilan walked out of the house.

"No need, my name is mother."

"Go and serve dinner."

Xu Shuwen stopped Tian Huilan and said to himself.

After the newly harvested wheat is ground into flour, it has a special aroma.This aroma is brewed by the sunlight shining on the veins of the earth, saturated and absorbed by the wheat.

Just like the smell of wine, you can already smell the fragrance before you enter the deep alley.

The aroma dissipated along with the white steam in the steamed buns, spreading in all directions of Xujiabaozi.The walking villagers smelled the fragrance, and hurried back, their mouths slowly filled with body fluid.No matter how poor and destitute the family is, it is the harvest season of wheat, and they can still eat a few meals of white flour steamed buns.

The theater troupe came to Xujiapuzi chasing this fragrance.

The timing of local temple fairs is not the same, and the gap between them may even be nearly two months.As for why the temple fair was held here at this time and place, different people have different answers.But no answer can compare with the answer of a villager who harvests wheat in the field.

They clearly know that in their spare time after cutting and drying wheat, the temple fair in their village will come.Only once or twice a year, they have a lot of money in their hands, and they can buy some property for their own family.

The vendors at the temple fair have accurately calculated the time difference between the ripening of wheat in each field.

In some places the wheat matures early, in other places the wheat matures late.Probably the west matures earlier than the east, and the south matures earlier than the north.Xujiapuzi is located on Yuanpo, where there is plenty of sunlight, and the wheat ripens earlier than other land boundaries.Therefore, temple fairs can be held earlier than in other places.

Xu San'er invited a chef to cook for the opera troupe.

Everyone sealed a red envelope.

"Master Xu, you are a carefree person. Don't worry, it's just a three-day show. We will keep it in the same place, and we will not lose the chain. We will handle it properly for you..."

The name of the troupe is Tianhe Troupe.

The troupe owner's surname is Zhou.

He weighed the red envelope in his hand, and after knowing the weight, he patted his chest and assured him.

"Hey, here's a red envelope from me to your son."

"Your son will be rich and powerful in the future, he is a lovely and handsome son..."

When Team Leader Zhou was eating noodles, he used an excuse to go to the toilet. Before he came back, he found another red paper as a wedding package and sealed some money.After returning, hand it to the host who organized the banquet.

"It can't be done."

"We invited you, Mr. Zhou, to sing an opera. We are tired of you. What is it that you give my second child a happy package? There is no such reason in the world."

Xu San'er confiscated the red envelope and waved her hand to refuse.

He and the Tianhe troupe have not met a few times, so they are not acquaintances.It is a rule for the master to give red envelopes to the troupe.The intention is to make the subsequent performances work harder.But it is inappropriate for the troupe owner to give Shuanzi a red envelope.

"We walk the rivers and lakes and do business, the most important thing is faith and rules..."

"Master Xu entertained us with a feast this time, and gave us red envelopes. Your son is full of heaven, and he will be a rich and powerful person in the future. I gave your son a red envelope in the name of blessing us low-level people. .”

"Make a good relationship!"

Leader Zhou made a bow for Xu San'er, then folded the red envelope and stuffed it into the baby's swaddle.

He teased Shuan Zi twice with his hand, and then called the servant beside him to fetch a vermilion pen.

"This is the dye applied by Impatiens, and it's not poisonous."

He said something to Xu San'er, and then used the ink pen to put a red dot on the center of Shuanzi's eyebrows.

"This is an auspicious mole."

"People in my hometown say that the child with the auspicious mole will live in peace for the rest of his life... nothing major will happen..."

He returned the vermilion pen to the boy, cupped his hands and said with a smile.

Xu San'er and Huang Yingzi still understand the meaning of auspicious moles.

They stood up and thanked Team Leader Zhou.

"Leader Zhou, I beg you for one thing..."

"This first-born child is prone to premature death. I want you to be his master. When he grows up, if he wants to learn opera, he can learn opera from you. We will pay the tuition fee. If he doesn't want to, let's make a line. There are multiple channels, and there will be multiple responses in the future..."

"If you accept my child, I will definitely give you the teacher's apprenticeship fee and the four seasons gifts."

Huang Yingzi looked at Shuanzi in his arms, and made up his mind, pleading with Team Leader Zhou.

Since ancient times, professions have been divided into three religions and nine streams, and opera singers are sluts.

She felt that Shuanzi's name wasn't cheap enough to allow him to live to adulthood, so she thought about getting Mr. Zhou to accept Shuanzi as his disciple and become an actor.

Being an actor is really cheap.

Can suppress Shuan Zi's life.

After thinking about it for a while, Xu San'er understood his wife's plan, and he persuaded: "Master Zhou, I ordered auspicious moles for my second child... This is fate, and he should sing with you."

He was also reluctant to let Shuanzi die.

"Yo, if we play drums and sing big plays, we can also accept a master's son as an apprentice..."

"It's brave."

Leader Zhou didn't hesitate, and said with a hearty smile: "After entering Liyuan, I will be blessed by the patriarch from now on. I see, your son may really be able to wear official clothes and sit in that yamen in the future."

He picks up good words.

He understands the Xu family's thoughts.

It's just that an actor has long since known that he is lowly and is used to being looked down upon by others.There is no reason to shirk money that is free.

"Your father..."

"Why did your father and her suddenly let Shuanzi go to pay homage to Team Leader Zhou as a teacher..."

Chen Xian'an, who was sitting at the next table, tugged Xu Cong's sleeve and muttered softly.

She was born in a wealthy family, and her parents were relatively enlightened, so she had never seen this scene of feudal superstition.Even if he knew some of these things, but the incident happened suddenly, he couldn't turn his head around.

"Change your life..."

"It's easy to make a living with a low name and a low life."

There were too many people at the banquet, so it was inconvenient for Xu Cong to say more, so he spoke briefly.

"Don't hide from Team Leader Zhou."

"My eldest son used to work as an errand in the yamen, but he resigned for his studies."

Hearing Team Leader Zhou's praise, Xu San'er was really happy. He drank a few more glasses of water and wine just now, and his head was a little dizzy, so his face was flushed and he was full of complacency.

He has always been proud of raising a son who changed his life.

"Master Xu, your young master actually has this ability?"

"Just waited a long time, I have been waiting for a long time."

Your Excellency, wait a minute.

Even a subordinate official is much more expensive than an actor.

Leader Zhou bowed his hands to Xu Cong, with a hint of respect in his words.

"Just a small clerk..."

"It's not a high-ranking official, he resigned a long time ago."

Seeing this, Xu Cong stood up, and after a salute, he said modestly.

He is only a member of the civil affairs department, and he is regarded as the lowest-level official in the county office, not really a high-ranking official.

When Xu San'er mentioned it like this, he couldn't say it in his heart.

Not very embarrassed.

"His husband... is the deputy county magistrate of our county."

Xu San'er said again.

As soon as these words came out, the people in Tianhe troupe looked at Xu Cong a little differently.

The clerk is a small official of the county office, and it is enough to save face on weekdays.But the deputy county magistrate, these three words are not the same.Although not as good as the county magistrate, after all, it has an adverb.But even if it's a vice, it's a role they can't afford.

Of course, things are not absolute.

If the theater troupe is booming, some dignitaries are nothing.

For example, Liu Xikui, a well-known actor in Yanjing, dared to flirt with the President.

Not to mention a deputy county magistrate.

But their Tianhe troupe is just a small troupe, there is no such big ostentation, the rich and powerful should still respect.

"Father, why are you bringing this up?"

Xu Cong's complexion was a little ugly, he walked to Xu San'er and reminded him softly.

If he is successful and famous, mentioning the name of Mr. is to add luster to Mr. Wang.However, he is still studying and has failed in his career. When it comes to his official position, he seems to be suspected of clinging to the powerful.

Although he didn't think the gentleman would mind such a small matter.

But even if the husband doesn't mind, he still has to be interesting....

"The banquet is almost done."

"Master Xu, Young Master Xu, I'll go down and rest for the time being. We will play the first scene at the third quarter of the hour."

Team leader Zhou is an old man, so he knew it was time to retire from the meeting.

"As for apprenticeship."

"Wait until the evening..."

He said this to Huang Yingzi.

"Fuxing, you lead the way for Team Leader Zhou and take him to the mansion to rest."

Xu San'er saw that the chief of Zhou's class had resigned, and quickly ordered the long-term workers at home to lead the way.

"Yes, sir."

Xu Fuxing nodded, and led troupe leader Zhou and the troupe away.

After the troupe left, Xu San'er drank with everyone at the banquet again, as if he regarded Xu Cong beside him as a piece of air, and didn't care about it at all.

"Xu Cong, come here."

Chen Xian'an resolved the embarrassment and pulled Xu Cong to his seat again.

"You didn't give father face by what you said just now..."

"Can't we talk about it later?"

She sighed.

"It's not that I don't save face for him. If I don't talk about it at the banquet, I will talk about it when I go back. He will still make this mistake after keeping it..."

Xu Cong made fun of himself, he drank a glass of wine and said.

He has always been more shrewd.

Can keep calm.

It's just that when it comes to his father's affairs, he is a little less calm.

He knew that it was because he was not calm.It's that he has been with Xu San'er for a long time, and he knows how to deal with the matter to get the greatest degree of resolution.

Even though... During this, Xu San'er was hurt.

"Okay, okay, you're right."

"Eat the vegetables. After we finish eating, we will go to the theater later."

Chen Xian'an picked up a few chopsticks for Xu Cong, and said helplessly.

Watching a play is a joy.

Almost all the villagers, no matter the old and the weak, women and children, or the head of the family whose shoulders are the pillars, like to listen to opera.This is the most relaxing time of the year for them.

As the organizers, Xu Cong and Chen Xian'an got the best seats in the stands.

They are the first to be seated.

Not long after, villagers who were eating with coarse porcelain bowls came to the stands one after another.Even though the long benches in the front row were full of people, they were not discouraged. They brought Mazha and small wooden benches from home, and while sucking and eating rolled noodles, they kept their ears empty, ready to welcome the agitation of the drama.

"You guys came so early..."

"Unexpectedly, Xian'an, you also like to listen to operas."

Half an hour before the opening, Xu Shuwen and Tian Huilan came together. Like Xu Cong and Chen Xian'an, they sat in the middle of the first row.

Even if Xu Shuwen didn't have half a child in this scene, the position of the patriarch's line is here.

Seeing that Xu Cong and his wife came earlier, Tian Huilan took the initiative to joke.

"It's not good to come early..."

"Too smoky."

"I almost threw up just now..."

Chen Xian'an complained to Tian Huilan.

"Be patient."

"When the wind blows in the evening, it will be gone."

Tian Huilan sat down and smiled.

Country folks don't go to theaters as neatly as city folks, and there are too many people eating, smoking, breastfeeding, and urinating.Besides, the sun in June is also a bit hot, and the smell of sweat will gradually permeate after staying for a long time.As a result, many smells near the stands mixed together, making people suffocate.

However, the stage is set up in the spacious area of ​​the plateau, and after a while, the evening wind will blow up on the plateau, blowing away the air mass that pervades the surrounding area.

(End of this chapter)