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Chapter 1007: You Illiterate

This scene of ancestor worship is noisy and goes straight to the nine heavens, the gongs and drums are deafening, and the voices are boiling.

When Fang Chuan and the others arrived at the ancestral hall, there were hundreds of people on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, some of them came to participate in the ancestral worship, and some came to see the excitement.

The lion dance of the lion, the drumming of the drum, is very festive.

The children also followed the lion dance troupe, laughing and laughing.

Everyone's faces were smiling.

Most of these ancestor worships are also asking for psychological comfort, remembering the ancestors, and at the same time praying for the souls of the ancestors in heaven to bless future generations.

Such a custom was very important in ancient times, especially in large households, and it was also very grand to worship their ancestors at home.

In short, in ancient times, the gods and ancestors were especially in awe.

In modern times, people are open-minded, technologically advanced, and self-centered, leaving behind this reverence for gods and ancestors.

This is progress!

But once there is no fear of the gods, then there is no fear of nature.

What's more, Fang Chuan understood even more that the gods may not exist, but the laws of the universe exist, and the laws are like gods.

The spirit of the ancestors may not exist, but a few nights ago, he sensed the power of the ancestors.

Therefore, Fang Chuan also felt that this matter of worshipping ancestors should be done according to his ability, even if he didn't do it, he should keep it in his heart, and never forget his ancestors.

If you remember your ancestors, you will remember your living relatives, and you will be filial to your heart, and your soul and family will be happy.

Ancestor worship, more often, also has such a meaning.

"Mr. Fang is here!"

"Boss Ye is here too!"

Everyone was watching the lion dance, and suddenly when they saw Fang Chuan and their group coming, their eyes suddenly lit up, they were elated, and they shouted loudly.

As for the chief priest, the other clans of Shili and Eight Towns have no opinion, because they are grateful to Fang Chuan and almost want to praise him.

Even if the relatives who came back in a foreign land, they heard about Fang Chuan's deeds as soon as they returned home.

On the contrary, it was Fang Chuan's own relatives, because Fang Chuan didn't like publicity, his family didn't publicize Fang Chuan's deeds, and he didn't know Fang Chuan's identity.

Fang Chuan and the others came, and these people all came over, and the noisy gongs and drums also stopped.

Everyone looked at Ye Zhengming and Fang Chuan.

"Originally, the identity of this chief priest should have been to our family Xiaochuan. But Xiao Chuan asked me to come, and I was a family with Xiao Chuan, so I didn't have so many worries, so I agreed to him. ”

Ye Zhengming's face was full of red light, looking at the people of the same clan in ten miles and eight towns, looking at his eyes, how could he be unhappy.

If there was no Fang Chuan, how could he have the scenery of Ye Zhengming today?

He smiled and said, "If you don't have any opinions, then I will be the chief priest this time, I don't know how?"

"Boss Ye, it's only fitting that you should be the main priest. ”

"Except for Mr. Fang, we will serve you!"

"No comment!"

When Ye Zhengming spoke, he also responded to every call, everyone agreed, and there was no opinion at all.

Ye Zhengming nodded: "Okay." Now, please ask for genealogy!"

At this time, Ye Dong walked out of the crowd with a straight face, walked with a figure-eight step, held the plate of the family tree, and sent the family tree to Ye Zhengming.

This genealogy is the second book written by Fang Chuan, which can be traced back to the old ancestor Ye Lin six hundred years ago!

"This family writes well, I didn't expect Mr. Fang to not only be able to do business, know medical skills, and have extraordinary literary talents, but also write well with a brush!"

"Yes, I've never seen such a powerful word!"

"I don't understand the words, but it's comfortable to look at!"

Everyone also discussed, and there was no shortage of praise for Fang Chuan. A few days ago, they had seen the genealogy written by Fang Chuan.

Not only is it clear and well-conditioned, but also the writing is flying, and the villagers of the older generation say that it is good, but they don't know what is good.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a man wearing glasses and thirty-seven or eighteen walked out and looked at Fang Chuan with a dissatisfied expression.

There was intense jealousy in his eyes.

"Wait a minute!" he stopped in front of Ye Zhengming and the others.

"Ah, isn't this a showman?"

"What is he going to say?"

"I heard that he used to do this genealogy research too!"

"What can he do, that's it, he has been reading books all his life, he is a college student, he can't be high, he can't be low. ”

When everyone saw this Ye Hongxuan, nicknamed Xiucai, come out, his face was not very good-looking, and they all started talking, obviously not liking him.

Fang Chuan looked at this person and smiled faintly: "What's the matter?"

"It's no problem for you to be the chief priest of the Ye Family Ancestral Hall, but the genealogy can't use yours, it's all wrong, you want to use mine!"

The man said loudly, the glasses as thick as the bottom of the wine bottle were covered with a layer of fog, but the pride could be seen in his eyes.

When Fang Chuan heard this, he couldn't help but smile: "How do you know that mine is wrong? Have you seen it? What is wrong?"

"You illiterate, how can you study a genealogy?"

Ye Hongxuan said proudly: "It's impossible! I'm a college student, and it took me five or six years of research to figure it out!"

He lifted his glasses: "You have to use mine! Otherwise, your so-called ancestors will not pay attention to you!"

"Ye Hongxuan, don't be unreasonable. ”

"Ye Hongxuan, Mr. Fang wrote it, everyone agrees with it, and they all pay attention to it, what you wrote is messy, do you think we haven't read it?"

"Forget it, you better go home. ”

The crowd also got a little impatient and spoke loudly.

"Fart!" Ye Hongxuan said angrily, "What do you people who haven't read?"

He looked at Fang Chuan again: "Also, you current college students are useless! College students in the world are only useful in our generation." Ignorance!"

As he spoke, he took out a blue book from his handbag, and it was crooked, and indeed a lot of words were written.

However, he really doesn't dare to compliment his words!

And, underneath everyone in this genealogy, there is a limerick poem.

He opened his genealogy, pointed to the limericks, and was proud: "You see, I not only compiled the genealogy, but also wrote poems for them. You say, do you have this kind of writing?"

He took a step forward and asked, "Is there one?"

"Let's be honest. Fang Chuan smiled, "Your so-called poem, a child who knows a little bit of rhyme can make it up, don't say it, so as not to laugh at it." ”

He said again: "Also, I don't dare to compliment you for this word, it's too ugly." Also, the genealogy you compiled is not comprehensive, and a lot of it is based on imagination, where do you get your confidence?"

At this time, another member of the Ye family came up, directly opened Ye Hongxuan's genealogy, and burst out laughing.

"Haha, this is the funniest genealogy I've ever seen!"

"Xiucai, you better go home and farm!"

"It's useless, Xiucai!"

After the man laughed at Ye Hongxuan, other people also walked up, and after circulating, everyone burst into laughter.

Ye Hongxuan's face was extremely difficult to see: "You, you uneducated, superstitious guys, I will fight with you!"