September 23, the Yellow Calendar is a good day, suitable for sacrifice, marriage, and slaughter.

The yellow calendar is a good day, and this day is also a good day. After a few days of rain, God finally cleared, and the sun shone on the earth, but the air was very cold.

But the cold can't stop the enthusiasm of the villagers of Caojialing Village, Hupiyi, which belongs to Shenyang Zhongwei, and today is undoubtedly a grand and special day for them.

Because, just today, they will usher in the legendary Qincha Weishe people who fight with the sky and the earth, bravely sacrifice for the people, and dare to fight with the gods.

In order to welcome the arrival of the Weishe people and to celebrate the completion of the newly completed "Weishe Ancestral Hall", the villagers of Caojialing Village moved early in the morning. Not only them, but also the people who could come within a radius of dozens of miles. They, with a simple and pious heart, just wanted to see the dignity of the Qincha Weishe people and get close to this good official of the blue sky who even the gods feared.

Wei Liangchen, who reacted a little from the initial confusion, adjusted his mentality with the fastest action in his life, and tried to suppress the excitement in his heart.

The people are so simple!

Wei Liangchen sighed sincerely, what he saw in front of him was really noisy gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags, and crowds.

Wei Liangchen, who felt the enthusiasm of the people, was extremely proud, and in the eyes of everyone, he looked at the mountains in the distance, and asked Shen Lian beside him very excitedly: "Can you see that mountain shining?" ”

"Radiance?"

Shen Lian took a serious look at the mountain that Wei Sheren said, but found that it was just a bald mountain, not only did it not shine, but it didn't even have a green leaf.

No future.

Wei Liangchen was very dissatisfied with Shen Lian's attitude, he missed Li Wei a little. If Levi had been there, he would have been able to see at a glance that the mountain had been shining with gold since he appeared as a Weishe.

However, today is really a good day, Liangchen did not feel disappointed because of Shen Lian's ignorance, he rode a high-headed horse with great interest, wore a black gauze hat, and waved enthusiastically to the people along the way.

"Hello folks!"

"Folks, hard work!"

"I've come to see you on behalf of the Son of Heaven!"

“……”

The questions from Qincha, the questions from Beijing, and the questions from the emperor made the people of the county magistrate, the biggest official they could ever see in their lives, excited.

Some elderly people even burst into tears: Such a good official, such a young and promising official, it is really difficult to find a lantern.

Wei Liangchen turned over from his horse, ignored the dissuasion of Shen Lian and others, insisted on walking among the people, and greeted them cordially.

Sentence after sentence came out of his mouth without interruption, but from beginning to end, he modestly emphasized to the villagers that he came to visit everyone on behalf of the Son of Heaven.

"This scene must be recorded in the biography of the little portrait." In his busy schedule, Wei Liangchen did not forget to take the time to whisper a smile on his face and accompany him to comfort Jiang Fangyin, who was on the front line.

Jiang Fangyin is the author of "The Biography of the Little Portrait of Wei Sheren", and this book has not yet been released. To be precise, after knowing that the people in front of him were building a shrine for the Weishe people, Jiang Fangyin, who had no teacher, knocked on the door of the Weishe people overnight, and then carefully discussed with him the possibility of compiling "The Biography of the Weishe People".

Wei Liangchen was stunned by Jiang Fangyin's thoughts, and almost instantly, he felt like a confidant, and he hated to behead a chicken and drink rice wine with the other party to become brothers with different surnames.

But because considering that this Jiang Juren is a bit old, his wife must be old, so after thinking about it repeatedly, Wei Sheren decided not to eat dumplings.

However, he strongly affirmed Jiang Fangyin's idea of publishing a book for him, and said that he must publish this book in the world no matter what, and he must let the gentry of the world know one thing, that is, as long as the official is willing to make decisions for the people, he will definitely be able to live in the hearts of the people.

"Don't worry, it's already finalized in my heart!" Jiang Fangyin's look of "I'll do things, you can rest assured" made Wei Liangchen very relieved.

The release of the book "The Biography of the Little Portrait of Wei Sheren" is something that Wei Liangchen attaches great importance to, and whether he can spread the deeds of beheading the city god and establishing the ancestral hall to the world, this book is very important.

Hey!

Wei Liangchen, who was talking to a white-haired old man cordially, suddenly noticed that there were several sisters-in-law in the crowd who looked lovely, and couldn't help but want to come forward to present a poem for them.

But how can a person who is an official be so dissolute!

Wei She people walked in front of their little sisters-in-law sadly, today is really a good day, such a good weather, it is really suitable for holding a women's conference... Oh, no, it's a good day for the Weishe people who are dedicated to the people and the country.

"Lord Qincha, there is your ancestral hall in front of you!" Li Zheng watched as the Wei Sheren walked towards him step by step.

"Oh, really?"

Wei Liangchen quickened his pace, everything in front of him was virtual, and only the ancestral hall was real. At this moment, he really wanted to see what kind of ancestral hall the people had built for him, and what kind of small statue they had created for him.

The crowd followed the Weishe people like a tide and flocked to the "Weishe Temple" at the east end of the town.

The craftsmen who participated in the construction of the "Weishe Ancestral Hall" were also very excited at this time, and at the same time felt very lucky, because just yesterday, this ancestral hall had not yet been roofed.

Knowing that the Weishe people who dared to kill the city god and ask for nectar for the people of Liaodong were actually behind the Tiger Skin Station, the villagers organized people to rush to work overnight, and finally added a top to the ancestral hall at dawn, and invited the Weishe people to come to watch as they wished.

What an honor!

Under the gaze of the unequaled number of eyes, the Wei She people came to his ancestral hall.

He petrified.

Because, what he saw was a so-called ancestral hall about the size of the Land Temple.

It is about two meters high. It is also about two meters wide.

It looks like a square building, with red tiles on the roof. The entire ancestral hall is made of green bricks, and the outside is plastered with plaster. Because it was not built for a long time, it is obvious that the plaster has not yet been opened, and in some places it has even been washed away by the rain.

This ancestral hall made the Wei She people very disliked and very uncomfortable, he felt that it was good for the people to worship him, but he couldn't fool him like this.

In his imagination, even if his ancestral hall is not as good as the Confucian Temple, it should be stronger than the Mountain Temple. What is the land temple in front of you?

He thought of his previous life, on the roadside in his hometown, where the villagers burned paper money during the New Year's holidays.

Yes, that's also the Land Temple.

"Sheren, please go in and take a look at the statue!" Li Zheng and the villagers didn't notice that Wei Sheren was in a very bad mood at this time, and happily invited him to "point gold" for the statue.

The so-called "gold point" is not really any gold to point, but on the carved clay statue with a brush in each of the two eyes, to take the finishing touch. It is auspicious, commonly known as "point gold".

The villagers have good intentions, but they have no planning, and they act spontaneously, without financial support. It is also rare to be able to build such a living ancestral hall.

Wei She comforted himself so much, he really couldn't bear to brush the kindness of the villagers, so he walked into the ancestral hall surrounded by the elders of Lizheng Township and others.

The place is really small, and it seems crowded when there are many people. Shen Lian and the others stood outside with interest and didn't follow up.

Fortunately, the small statue of the Weishe people still makes the Weishe people somewhat satisfied.

Although this small statue is carved from clay embryos, the young and handsome face of the clay statue is still very in line with Wei Sheren's evaluation of his appearance.

At the same time, the clay statue wears a nine-curved hairpin, wears a red python coat, and ties a jade belt elephant wat at the waist, which makes the Weishe people look at their image with admiration.

"Good, good."

Wei Liangchen said three good words in a row, so everyone around him applauded at the same time. The elders of Lizheng Township and the craftsmen who participated in the carving also fell to the ground, and the smiles on their faces were even brighter.

"Please ask Lord Qincha to get some gold!"

In the sound of firecrackers, Wei Liangchen smiled and lit up his statue with gold, and when he walked out of the ancestral hall, he suddenly stopped, and was very ashamed to follow Li Zhengdao: "How can this official be virtuous, dare to work the villagers to build this ancestral hall for me, I am really ashamed." ”

Li Zheng was a compliment, and the good minister shook his head again and again, but he didn't say anything he wanted to say, and in the end, he said earnestly: "The villagers are gracious, so I will let it go." Well, it's rare for the villagers to treat me like this, and I'm going to come here often in the future. ”

As soon as he said this, Li Zheng's face twitched subconsciously, and even Jiang Fangyin, who was thinking about how to conceive the manuscript for "The Biography of Weishe People", also stiffened.