The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, I went to the graves to make offerings to my ancestors.

This is the big event of the year.

Therefore, Song Youcai was worried that Song Huai would not be able to catch up.

Unexpectedly, Song Huai drove back on the morning of the 29th before dawn.

When he knocked on the door, Song Youcai thought it was Patriarch Song calling someone to urge his family.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, it was his youngest son!

Before he had time to say anything, he rushed Song Huai to get hot water to wash himself, put on the new clothes Fang Peilan made for him, and later worship the ancestors with everyone.

In previous years, when we worshiped our ancestors, we always had to go to the graves of our ancestors.

But this year, nine families came to Lanyang County, and there are no ancestral graves here.

Everyone had no choice but to place the tablets they brought with them when fleeing the famine facing the north, light incense, place sacrifices, and pour bowls of wine.

Naturally, the Song family placed the memorial tablets of Mr. Song and Grandma Song, and everyone bowed to the tablets.

Song Youcai stepped forward to talk about the changes in his family and clan this year.

When the incense burns out, add a few more incense sticks.

Only then did the Song family get up and gather outside the Song clan chief's courtyard.

Seven of the nine families came.

Only the Liu family and his wife were in their yard and did not come.

Song Nan led Song Xi and knelt down with everyone, and listened to the leader of the Song clan, holding the family tree and reading the names of the ancestors of the eight families named Song one by one, and then sang a long verse.

It was also in these words that Song Nan understood why the Song people only have these eight families now.

The Song clan in Qingshan Village, Jingzhou, was originally just a branch.

There are eight families in their family, three generations up from Song Youcai, and they are cousins!

There was a famine that year, and the Song people had different ideas. Some wanted to go south to eat from the sea, some thought they could still survive by going north to the imperial city, and some wanted to stay at home and guard it.

So the head of the family threw a pot under a tree in Qingshan Village and divided it into three branches.

The Song people in Qingshan Village are the ones who stayed.

But I didn’t expect that after so many years, they didn’t keep it.

Song Xi rubbed her little hands: "Sister-in-law, it's cold~"

"Haha, you'll be fine soon."

Song Nan stuffed Song Xi's hand into the pocket of his cotton-padded coat, and then looked at Patriarch Song, who had already told eight of their families to build a house in Lanyang.

Sure enough, not long after, Patriarch Song put the family tree on the table in front of him, raised his head and looked at Song Nan's family: "You have money, please bring your two little ones over."

"Hey!"

Song Youcai immediately picked up Song Liu and Liu Qiao'er and motioned for them to follow him up.

The three people arrived at the front, and everyone in the Song tribe looked on with relief.

They knew that they were creating a family tree for the two dolls and Liu Qiaoer.

Every year when there is a marriage or a new baby in the clan, the family tree is compiled at the end of the year, so they naturally know this.

When Liu Qiaoer watched her father-in-law write the names of the two children and hers to Patriarch Song, and then watched Patriarch Song write down the names of the three people on the family tree one by one, she suddenly burst into tears for some reason.

The Liu family believes that female children should not be included in the family tree.

Therefore, she is now seventeen or eighteen years old, and she is not included in the Liu family's genealogy.

But now, her name appears next to Song Liu.

She, Liu Qiaoer, is married to Song Liu, and they also have a son and daughter named Song Qi and Song Mu.

Patriarch Song raised his head and said, "From the Xiaoliu family, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"I'm not lying, Third Grandpa certainly won't lie to others." Liu Qiaoer shook his head movedly.

On the second day after she and Song Liu got married, she followed Song Liu to the third grandfather's house to meet him. The third grandfather told her the rules of the Song clan.

When a bride enters the family, her name must be included in the family tree after paying homage to her ancestors during the New Year.

When the three of them came back with two babies in their arms, Song Nan and Song Xi saw Liu Qiaoer with wet eyes.

Little Song Xi whispered: "Sister-in-law, third aunt is crying."

"Shh~"

Song Nan squeezed her little fleshy hand to signal.

When the clan has finished offering sacrifices to their ancestors, each family will take home the sacrifices they brought.

Song Nan held a bowl of boiled eggs, heated them up on the kitchen steamer, and then took them out for everyone to eat.

There are not many boiled eggs, not enough for one person.

Song Nan shared one with the two little guys, and they wanted to keep their stomachs for other things.

Song Huai, who returned belatedly, was stuffed with two eggs by himself. While eating, he told everyone why he came back so late.

"I set out on the afternoon of the 23rd. Unexpectedly, it started raining on the way. The temperature was extremely low at night. When I came out of the inn with a few college students who were passing by, the road was so slippery that I couldn't walk."

"We stayed at the inn for a day. Fortunately, a caravan stopped by and they had a lot of coarse salt. We spent some money and followed the caravan slowly, and then we caught up. Let’s worship our ancestors today.” Song Huai let out a long sigh.

If they hadn't happened to meet that caravan, they might have been trapped in that inn.

Thinking of what the people at the inn and the caravan said, he spoke out:

"The people in the caravan and the people at the inn said that this year is much colder than in previous years. Even if it rains in previous years, there will be no ice on the road. The caravan is also traveling from north to south, and the car happens to be equipped with coarse salt, otherwise it will be covered by this Trapped by the rain."

Hearing this, Fang Peilan sighed and said, "As long as you get home safely."

She had heard a lot about the cold weather this year in Taojia Village.

But if God wants to cool down the temperature, what can ordinary people like them do?

I just hope that I can get through this winter safely.

but……

She looked to the north and said worriedly: "I don't know if your grandfather is safe? They set out in early November, and they don't know if they have arrived in the capital now? It's very windy and snowy on the way now..."

Just don't make any mistakes.

The capital has indeed not arrived yet.

Fang Zhiyuan and his party are currently resting in a ruined temple not far or near the capital.

There was only one wall in this ruined temple that was airtight, so Captain Huo sent someone to pull a carriage in to block the other three sides, and then burned several piles of charcoal fire, which caused the temperature in the ruined temple to rise a little.

Fang Zhiyuan pinched a hot pancake and gave it to Yun Bai: "Is it cold?"

Yun Bai held the hot pancake and exhaled and shook his head: "Grandpa, I'm not cold."

"In previous years, when I was there, I was washing clothes with my senior brother. My fingers, toes and ears were itchy. The master said it was frostbite."

He looked at the steaming pancake in his hand and said, "Grandma, can I give this pancake to the master?"

Fang Zhiyuan pointed to the carriage path on the right: "No, your master has already eaten it."

The old Taoist priest was able to save her, but unfortunately her legs were damaged. When the weather got cold, the pain was unbearable and she couldn't move. She was currently in the carriage.

"Grandpa, can my master's leg be cured?"

"Maybe? There are many capable doctors in Tai Hospital."

"Grandpa, when can we enter Beijing?"

"Soon, soon..."

After entering Beijing, Ansheng no longer lives.

Fang Zhiyuan looked at the heavy snow falling outside, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.