Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Zhou Man and Bai Shan stood side by side outside the yard, pricked up their ears and listened, but couldn't really hear anything, just when Zhou Man was hesitating whether to pay for points and ask Keke to eavesdrop, he heard Bai Shan say: "Look —"

Zhou Man looked up at him, and when he saw that he was pointing to the sky, he raised his head to look, and saw a cluster of strange clouds slowly floating in the sky.

Zhou Man was amazed, "Like a sheep, like a camel, still golden."

Bai Shan smiled and asked, "Does it look good?"

Zhou Man nodded, "It's beautiful!"

Bai Shan stretched out his hand to hold hers, squeezed her fingers and asked, "Are you in a better mood?"

Zhou Man nodded.

"Don't worry," Bai Shan said, "The Xia clan is neither too rich nor too rich. It fears power and interests. It can be solved with money."

He smiled and said: "Things that can be solved with money are not big issues. Like me, if you want to split the clan, only if I am so powerful that the clan cannot keep me, or I am so poor that the clan does not dare to keep me."

But the Bai family is an aristocratic family, the former is too difficult, and the latter is not easy either.

Xia Rui negotiated with Patriarch Xia in the room. From the morning until noon, he finally opened the door and came out.

Xia Rui directly pulled the two of them aside and said, "I promised the patriarch 60 taels of silver, and I donated 80 taels to the clan."

Zhou Man breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, within my expectations, many thanks to Uncle Xia."

Xia Rui smiled and said, "You don't have to be polite to me."

Bai Shandao: "This is a lot of money. We can donate the 82 taels donated to the clan, but we will give the 60 taels to the patriarch in two, and give 30 taels first. After the genealogy is established, we will leave. Then give the remaining thirty-two."

Xia Ruichi asked, "Is this money a lot?"

Bai Shan sighed and said, "Naturally, according to the current exchange rate of copper plates, it is 160,000 yuan, which is Zhou Man and I's salary for one year."

Zhou Man was stunned for a moment and then nodded again and again, "Yes."

The sound was not too loud, not too small, just for the patriarch Xia, who was standing in the yard to listen, and he felt a little better. It seemed that Zhou Man's life was not very easy.

But that's a lot of money.

Sixty-two, their family has to save for three years before they can save it.

So Patriarch Xia agreed.

With the Xia clan chief coming forward, although the clan elders of the Xia clan in Hongtian Village had opinions, they finally agreed to divide the clan for them.

Zhou Man promised that after the division of the sect, the sacrifice fields that used her line to supply the clan still would not be taken back, and it would be regarded as a gift from their line to the family, as long as it was written in the genealogy;

And when the clan was split, Xia Mu would send another 80 taels to the clan, not only to provide clan studies, but also to take care of the orphans and widows in the clan.

Of course, Zhou Man does not know whether this money can fall into the hands of real widows or not.

It was agreed that Patriarch Xia chose an auspicious day, Zhou Man and Bai Shan brought Wu Yuan over, and Mrs. Liu and Mrs. Zheng also brought their eldest sister over to join in the fun.

The newly dressed Wu Yuan was held in Bai Shan's arms, and he was shoved to Zhou Man outside the ancestral hall of the Xia family.

Zhou Man hugged him and stood in the first row.

When the ancestral hall was opened, Bai Shan stepped aside and stood with the children of Bai Jingxing.

Little Bai Jingxing's eyes were full of wonder. He looked at his mother and brother in her arms who were standing in the middle, and then looked at them again, and couldn't help asking, "Dad, why are we standing here and not standing with my mother?"

Bai Shan touched her little head and said, "This is ancestor worship. We are outsiders now, so we can't go in."

Children Bai Jingxing couldn't understand, "Aren't we a family? Are they outsiders?"

Bai Shan hissed: "I'll tell you when you're older, um, in a few years you should memorize the "Clan Chronicle", and when you memorize the "Clan Chronicle", I'll tell you why ."

Mrs. Liu glanced at her grandson and pulled her great-granddaughter to her other side, "Don't bully the child."

Bai Shan: ... He started to memorize "Clan Chronicles" when he was six years old. At that time, no one said that he was bullying him?

The Xia clan was not big, and the ceremony of dividing the clan was not complicated. The patriarch, under the witness of the clan elders and the heads of the households, separated the Zhou Man clan from her grandfather, and wrote the reason on the genealogy.

Of course, I used modifiers to say that Xia Mu, who was the heir, was young and needed the guidance of his parents. He lived in Chang'an, and for the sake of the family's plans and his future development, he decided to split the line...

Patriarch Xia took out a blank booklet and wrote Xia Yan's name at the top of the line, next to his wife Ning, who gave birth to a daughter Xia Xin, recruited Zhou Yin from Mianzhou, and gave birth to a daughter, Xia Man (Zhou Man), who returned to his hometown. In the event of a change, the young girl was exiled in her grandparents' home, so she changed her surname to Zhou, and later...

Patriarch Xia paused when he wrote about Bai Shan, but he still wrote about the Bai clan in Longzhou, and gave birth to a son Xia Mu to inherit...

Patriarch Xia put down the pen, dried the ink and handed it to Zhou Man, "This is the genealogy of your family, do you have any problems?"

Zhou Man took it and saw the word Xia Mu that branched out at the end. His eyes were bright. Although it was a lot simpler, it was not a problem, so he shook his head, "No problem, the genealogy here..."

Patriarch Xia showed it to her. The above records were similar to those recorded in her new genealogy. In this way, future generations would be able to find out the reason and rely on this genealogy to find the main family.

Zhou Man returned the genealogy to Patriarch Xia, knelt on the futon with Wu Yuan, and bowed to the spiritual seat enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Wu Yuan couldn't kneel steadily, so Zhou Man hugged him from behind after bowing, holding his little hand and teaching him to bow down little by little.

When both mother and son finished the ceremony, Patriarch Xia handed her the new genealogy in front of everyone.

Zhou Man took Xia Mu's hand, let him hold it tightly, and whispered, "Wu Yuan, you will be the suzerain of our clan in the future, you just need to be happy and grow up healthy. ."

Patriarch Xia said: "Although your branch has been separated, your great-grandfather is still in the ancestral hall, and you will often come back to worship and sweep in the future."

Zhou Man respectfully responded.

She knew that, just like Master Bai, although the sects were divided, as long as there was a major event in Longzhou, especially a major event like building a grave, he would still be found, because the tablet of his ancestor was still offered in the ancestral hall.

Zhou Man hugged Wu Yuan, Wu Yuan hugged the family tree out of the ancestral hall, and looked at Bai Shan, who was standing outside, with a smile on his face, and he couldn't hold back no matter what.

Mrs. Liu was also very happy. Her great-grandson became the only one, and she became the suzerain. She also enjoyed it for a while. When she regained her senses, she saw that the two children were still laughing at each other, smiling like two fools, so she endured it. He couldn't stop patting his grandson, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and bring Wu Yuan over. The child is so old that his mother will hold him."

Bai Shan returned to his senses and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the child.

Xia Rui led the two children over, "Congratulations to you."

Xia Rui, the lobbyist, was the most important thing this time, so Bai Shan and Zhou Man saluted together, "Thank you Uncle Xia."