lcionline Chapter 427 We are all the same kind of people
Chapter 427 We are all the same kind of people
"Mother, you've misunderstood."
Seeing that her mother's thoughts were becoming increasingly plausible and her worry deepening, Gao Mengli quickly offered an explanation.
"Actually, Xixi and I have seen this memorial tablet before. You two shouldn't secretly go and worship it anymore."
Because the late emperor you are worshipping was the ancestor of Lord Dou and General Dou a hundred years ago!
Wow!
Upon hearing this, the entire courtyard fell silent.
Jiang Shuzhi's worried expression froze, then turned into disbelief.
She suddenly leaned closer, her hand trembling slightly as she grasped Gao Mengli's: "What did you say? The late emperor... was the ancestor of the Dou family?"
"Absolutely true!"
"A hundred years ago, the last surviving member of the Dou family was entrusted to Eunuch Dou, who was granted the imperial surname. Eunuch Dou carried him out of the palace and handed him over to his adopted son, who was to continue his family line."
After many twists and turns, the Dou family continued for several generations and returned to the military and the imperial court once again.
Therefore, the Dou family was never a rebel; they were restoring order and expelling the foreign tribes to establish legitimacy!
Gao Mengli held Jiang Shuzhi's slightly cool hand in return, speaking each word with unwavering resolve, her eyes shining with an unprecedented brightness.
Because she never imagined that she could become a link connecting historical and cultural gaps.
Initially, Dou Weiyi was encouraged to rebel only because the cannibalistic government and the exorbitant taxes made life unbearable for the people.
Unexpectedly, this accidental discovery led to the restoration of his bloodline.
"My God... this is truly a blessing from Heaven!"
Jiang Shuzhi collapsed to the ground, choking back sobs.
The others, upon hearing this, weren't much better off either.
"Brother Lin, wait a moment. Let me bring over my family's ancestral tablet so we can worship together!"
Zhao Hua, the housekeeper, wiped his face and rushed out the door.
As they approached the door, they didn't forget to shout loudly, "Don't just stand there! Bring out all the ancestral tablets you keep at home. Today is New Year's Eve, and we must openly and properly worship our ancestors!"
These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
The villagers present were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes reddened.
Some people were wiping away tears, while others clenched their fists.
The shock and confusion I felt earlier have completely transformed into burning excitement.
"Yes! My family has one too! It was passed down from our ancestors, who said it should be worshipped for generations to come, and the incense offerings should never be broken!"
"Let's go! Let's go back and move it!"
Today we must show our ancestors that we, their descendants, have never forgotten our roots!
In no time, most of the people in the courtyard dispersed, hurrying home.
However, most of them were older, while the younger generation seemed somewhat lost.
They were young, and with the village of Wangyue thriving in recent years, they couldn't imagine the deadly days of the past.
However, one person was moved and followed them home with tears in their eyes.
That man was Da Jun, who had once been a common soldier.
He ran out crying, quickly found some wood, and began to carve a piece himself.
He was an orphan whose path to his birth had ended, but today, he saw the end of his bloodline.
He had no training in carving, but with sheer determination, he clumsily carved the four characters "Ancestor of Emperor Dou" onto the wood.
The strokes are crooked and uneven, yet they are carved with remarkable precision.
After finishing the last stroke, he collapsed to the ground, hugged the rough memorial tablet, and burst into tears.
He didn't even know his parents' names.
Having settled in Wangyue Village all these years, I always feel like a rootless duckweed.
Only today did I realize that he also had a place to return to, and that there really is a lineage of descendants in this world.
If it weren't for the invasion by foreign races, they might be living a prosperous life now.
Parents, siblings, and everyone else are still here...
The late emperor could have escaped, but he did not.
Rather, it was for the sake of the country and its people that the emperor chose to guard the nation's gates, and the monarch died for the state.
As descendants of the Yellow Emperor, sharing the same lineage, we rightfully deserve to receive his blessings and the offerings of incense to protect the people.
Only by passing on the torch can we find the roots of our origins.
Seeing more and more young people running back with tears in their eyes, either asking others to carve or doing it temporarily.
Gradually, more and more people left.
Lin Xi blinked, looking at Gao Mengli with confusion, "Why are they so agitated... They're not even their ancestors..."
Gao Mengli's expression was somewhat grave. "Xixi, that's because they discovered they are Xiangling, including you and me..."
Lin Xi suddenly understood, and now there was a long silence in the courtyard...
"Bang bang bang bang!"
A firecracker went off in the distance.
Yang Qing and Zhu Mei quickly moved all the large tables in their house outside into the yard.
Firecrackers accompanied the procession, and one family after another brought over their "roots," the memorial tablet of the late emperor, and placed it on the table.
The square wooden tablets, some with faded paint, reveal the wood grain underneath.
Some were edged with red silk, looking brand new and eye-catching.
Others, like the one Dajun was holding, had crooked engravings, yet they exuded a fearless sincerity.
Gao Mengli quickly set out fruits and snacks on the table, and then had Lin Xi bring out a pig's head to place on the table.
Er Gouzi's second uncle brought a jar of osmanthus wine, filled three cups, and respectfully placed it in front of the ancestral tablet.
The sound of firecrackers grew louder and louder, and everyone in the courtyard fell silent amidst the crackling and popping sounds.
The previous sobs and clamor have all transformed into solemnity and reverence.
Zhao Hua's fingers trembled slightly as he led the entire village in offering incense to the late emperor with utmost respect.
From elderly people who can't walk to infants in swaddling clothes, everyone gathered outside the courtyard and knelt before the memorial tablets.
The worship ceremony is over.
The somber atmosphere dissipated, and everyone genuinely became happy.
That night, the whole village kept watch.
The sounds of firecrackers and fireworks never stopped.
By banishing the darkness, their generation has secured their own "dawn" and the Yue Dynasty that belongs to the people!
"Oh dear, I see that other villages all have ancestral halls, our village should build one too!"
Zhao Hua, with dark circles under his eyes, patted Lin Yong on the shoulder with a spirited expression!
Lin Yong took a puff of his cigarette and wholeheartedly agreed: "Exactly! In the past, we thought that since everyone in our village had migrated here, and everyone's ancestors were different, it was enough to worship at home!"
Unexpectedly, we worship the same ancestor by blood. What are we waiting for?
Go find a place, and in a little while, I'll call my apprentices and we'll go to the place you choose to start working!
Gao Mengli stretched and yawned; she was really tired after staying up all night.
Just as I was about to greet them, I overheard the two of them talking about something related to the ancestral hall.
"Father, steward, you shouldn't be thinking about repairing the ancestral hall right now; you should be going back to your rooms to sleep!"
It's true, people sleep less as they get older, but you can't just waste your time like this...
Lin Yong jumped up from the steps with a "whoosh," and said, "No need, we're full of energy and not sleepy for now. Let's get this done first, otherwise we won't be able to sleep soundly!"
"Yes, yes, that's exactly right!"
Zhao Hua nodded repeatedly.
The two men put their arms around each other's shoulders, calling out "Brother Lin" and "Brother Zhao," and immediately started calling on people to get to work!
Why sleep? After you're buried, you can sleep as long as you want!
But not now!