roccoschili Chapter 424 What's the point of "relieving oneself"? I'm never "relieving m
Chapter 424 What's the point of "relieving oneself"? I'm never "relieving m
In recent days, we have been eating pig-slaughtering feasts every day, which is part of the village's daily meals.
Gao Mengli felt that her usual clothes and bedding were now a size too small!
"He's back! Dad's back!"
Lin Xi's anxious voice came from outside. Upon hearing this, Gao Mengli quickly tied her belt and ran out.
Just as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I saw Lin Yong walking back dejectedly.
"Father, how is it? Any news from the yamen?"
Gao Mengli hurried forward.
Lin Yong shook his head with a bitter expression: "I go to the yamen to look for Pang You every day, but I still haven't received any news from Lord Dou at the front..."
Whether they will win or lose is still unknown...
Lin Chi joined the army, and many of the village's outlaws and villagers followed him.
The village is only lively when the pig is being slaughtered; once that's over, it becomes rather deserted.
"Father, don't worry too much. No news is good news in itself. At least the odds are even."
Gao Mengli was also a little worried, but she still tried to reassure her father-in-law.
"General Dou is strict in disciplining his troops, and my third brother is clever enough to turn misfortune into good fortune and earn merit!"
"Eh……"
Lin Yong sighed, "I'm not worried about the third brother, I'm not worried about that kid at all!"
I just wanted to find a legitimate excuse to pay my respects...
At this point, Lin Yong immediately looked around guiltily.
Then shut up and didn't say a word.
At that moment, as if remembering something, he immediately rushed into his yard, went inside, and closed the door tightly.
"Hey, Dad, why are you running?"
Lin Xi wanted to chase after him, but his mother, Jiang Shuzhi, stopped him in the yard. "Eldest son, don't go in. Let your father calm down."
After all, they've been waiting for this "day".
Now, that "day" is getting closer and closer, how could the old man not be excited?
Even she couldn't sleep at night, tossing and turning nervously.
Upon hearing this, Lin Xi exchanged a glance with Gao Mengli at the door.
Their intuition told them that there was something in the family that they didn't know about, something being kept from them.
There was nothing he could do; his mother wouldn't let him into the house, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Lin Xi was curious, her eyes darted around, and she reached out to cover her stomach: "Ouch, Mom, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the toilet, I need to use the outhouse!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuzhi quickly waved and called out, "What happened? Go quickly!"
Lin Xi quickly turned around and ran towards the outhouse next door.
Seeing him rushing around in a panic, Jiang Shuzhi continued sweeping the yard. She couldn't help but laugh and scold him, "Silly boy, still talking about 'relieving yourself'? From now on, we won't 'relieving ourselves' anymore!"
"Mother, why don't you need to relieve yourself?"
Gao Mengli's voice made Jiang Shuzhi pause in her sweeping.
Oh no, I forgot the eldest son's wife is still at the door...
Lin Xi, taking advantage of the opportunity to "relieve himself," went around to the back of the house, sneaked into his father's room, and quietly opened the window a crack.
Through the crack, he saw his father rummaging through drawers and cabinets for a long time, and finally found a memorial tablet.
Lin Yong carefully took it out, his eyes red-rimmed as he gently wiped them with his sleeve, his lips trembling with sobs as he murmured, "Almost there...almost there..."
"Huh, how come there's a memorial tablet hidden in the house? Could it be..."
Could it be one of the children in the family who died young?
Thinking of this, Lin Xi's pupils suddenly contracted.
After all, in ancient times, newborn children were very likely to die young.
The paint on the memorial tablet was already faded and worn smooth, but it had been polished to a shine, clearly indicating that it had been rubbed countless times.
His father, holding the memorial tablet, slowly sat down at the table, his back slightly hunched, as if he were being pressed down by something heavy and unable to breathe.
It was as if they were deliberately lowering their breathing, afraid of disturbing the spirits on the memorial tablet.
Lin Xi gently lowered the window, walked back to the front yard, and saw his mother and Meng Li staring at each other.
But compared to Mengli's curious and inquisitive face, his mother seemed rather flustered.
"Mengli, let's go home first!"
Lin Xi didn't have time to ask any questions. She grabbed Gao Mengli's hand and hurriedly walked into the courtyard next door.
Seeing the two return, Jiang Shuzhi let out a heavy sigh and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Phew...that was close, I almost died..."
Why "relieve oneself"? It's because when our ancestors were captured and exiled, they needed to use the latrine, so the people escorting them had to relieve themselves first before they could go.
They had been exiled for 20 or 30 years before finally settling in Pingyao County, a remote and desolate mountainous area.
If they hadn't come here, perhaps the world wouldn't have accepted the descendants of the Han people.
Jiang Shuzhi's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a disaster, but also a heavy sigh filled with melancholy.
"Old woman, I'm going next door to find the boss and borrow his carriage. I need to buy a cartload of firecrackers!"
At this moment, Lin Yong, in high spirits, ran out of the house and hurriedly ran towards the neighboring courtyard!
He wasn't the only one with this idea; half the villagers shared the same sentiment!
After all, Wangyue Village was originally a village where scattered people lived together. It was not a village of a large surname, and there was no clan ancestral hall. Each person worshipped their own ancestors.
However, the worship was only done secretly on New Year's Eve.
Now that every household is prosperous, how can we let our ancestors suffer?
This year, there will be plenty of paper money, firecrackers, and fireworks all night long – let's keep vigil!
Hold on to the darkness, and you will surely see the light!
Lin Yong simply mentioned it to the neighbor, and Steward Zhao nodded repeatedly upon hearing it. "Brother Lin, I was just about to invite you along. My family is also buying supplies for the priest this year. Come on over, and we'll go together!"
The two hit it off immediately and quickly hitched up the car.
Just as Lin Xi finished telling Gao Mengli what she had secretly seen, she heard Butler Zhao and their father about to leave.
The two looked at each other with some confusion and walked out of the courtyard.
Sure enough, from afar, one could see that every household was walking in groups, surging towards the village entrance.
Gao Mengli made a hand gesture, and a bodyguard landed in front of her.
"Go to the village entrance and tell Zhao Chen that the Lin family's horse-drawn carriage will be free for villagers going to the county town for the next two days."
"Let them buy whatever they want; the Lin family's carriages will all be brought back for them."
The guard accepted the order and flew away into the distance in a flash, leaving only a glimpse of his clothes.
Gao Mengli stood in front of the courtyard gate, watching the figures gradually gather on the village road, a faint smile on her lips, "It's the New Year, it's better to be lively!"
Without Fatty and her friends in the village this year, it's definitely less lively.
"Big brother, big sister-in-law, so you're here! I've written some Spring Festival couplets. Could you help me stir some rice paste so Da Niu and I can put them up?"
Zhou Miao's voice was clear and bright, and she was waving several pieces of red paper in her hand.
Gao Mengli and Lin Xi turned around upon hearing the sound and saw Zhou Miao walking out with Da Niu behind him.
Both of them carried rolled-up Spring Festival couplets in their arms, and their steps were quite light.