Neighbors with powerful ministers

Xie Jie is a psychopath, at least in the eyes of outsiders, his logic is always difficult to figure out.It's like being hurt by being told that you are idle in person, Xie Jie's reaction is to suddenly laugh, especially the kind of heartless laughter, thinking that this sounds very interesting.Although he was a little startled and hasty, it completely eased Qian Jia's heart.

Qian Jia thought to himself, it seems that the rumors are really not credible, at least he knows that Xie Shizi is not so difficult to serve, the other party is really big-hearted, it seems that there are very few things that he can care about.

In the future, you can feel at ease as a bag to inquire about it.This is Qian Jia's final decision.

Back to the topic.Naturally, the most important thing in the Ghost Festival cannot be mutton, but——

—Please bring the ghost home.

When worshiping ancestors, one must first invite the ancestors back before offering sacrifices, and then send them away, right?Anyway, that's how Xie Jie understood it, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with him.

Ever since, Xie Jie had an idea.

The fourth son is a man of eight feet, but Qiqi couldn't help shivering when Xie Jie said "I have an idea", hugging his strong self in his heart, asking each other for comfort and warmth.

Qian Jia was very disgusted, a bit contemptuous of their cowardly appearance, which was completely different from the tough guys.

Qian Jia actively asked the prince: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Jie stroked his chin, and with a look of a knight-errant, two words popped out from his golden mouth and jade teeth: "Calling the soul!"

Xie Jie was thinking, since he can't go back to his hometown this year, he should sneakily invite his cousin and his father back.Is this logic well-founded and well-founded?He is so smart!He is not greedy, so he deliberately left his uncle, maternal ancestor, great ancestor and ancestors for his uncle to go back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Qian Jia: "..."

"Don't worship me too much, I'm born, there's nothing I can do about it." Xie Jie waved his hand.No matter what the people around him think, anyway, the matter of "inviting ghosts back home" is a foregone conclusion for Xie Jie, and no refutation is allowed.

The fourth son must have never been involved in the feng shui industry before, but their work intensity has always been facing difficulties. They have already built a body of steel and iron, trembling and shivering, but the efficiency of real work is still very high .Not long after, through the unremitting efforts of Sishengzi, Sisi and Six Bureaus, they really found a basis for Xie Jie to invite the ancestors to go home from a corner of Jiangzuo's traditional folk customs.

perfect!

According to this old tradition, the sacrifices of the Hungry Ghost Festival are divided into new dead and old dead.Xie Jie’s cousin, Emperor Wen, who died within the last three years, is called a new dead person; Xie Jie’s father, who has been in bliss for many years, is called an old dead person.

The return home time of the new dead and the old dead is different, and they have to be sacrificed separately. In short, it is right to be very particular.It just so happens that Daqi’s Hungry Ghost Festival is usually a seven-day long holiday. This ritual of separate sacrifices helped Xie Jie find enough things to do and not be too happy.

Qian Jia complained, no wonder Xie Shizi lost all the antiques in the shops he invested in before, so if he doesn't do business all day long, if he wants to make money, he can only rely on the pie from the sky, okay?

No, it seems that the pie fell from the sky, and it happened to fall right into Shizi Xie's mouth.

Xie San'er was a little unhappy when he heard Qian Jia's words, and retorted sternly: "Our husband's main job is to eat, drink and have fun, and his side job is to be a lord at home, and hobbies are what make money. Although the development of hobbies, er, is not very Ideal. But how well Mr. Lang’s business is run. Quan Daqi, please go and find out. Is there anyone in the government who dares to say that he is better than our Mr.? Playing well? Have you read the book "Enjoy Life"?"

Qian Jia: ...What are you proud of?

Please cousin go home, no, it is the day of offering sacrifices to cousin, the wind is sunny and the autumn is crisp.

Xie Jie purposely changed into a vegan cool shirt, which was quite filial.He was carried to the courtyard by the fourth son. Although he was able to walk two steps without incident, he could not walk too far in order to avoid accidents. He was carried directly to the courtyard in order to open the altar today.

An official hat chair in his early years has already been set up in the courtyard for Xie Jie to sit on. This is the most suitable for Xie Jie today among all the chair styles of Daqi, with a backrest and armrests.Most of the other chairs are more retro.Daqi has become popular to sit with feet hanging high, but it is still difficult to get rid of the influence of kneeling on the ground in the previous dynasties in terms of style.

Qian Jia stood on the right side of Xie Jie, ready to see Shizi Xie at any time. By the way, he was finally able to appreciate the courtyard of Xie's mansion.It's unbelievable to say that he came to Xie's mansion with his master for almost two months, and he still doesn't know much about the specific structure of this deep house.

The elders of the house are always a bit too strict with outsiders, and will not let them move around easily, which is a fight with the heavily guarded occupants.

Because of this, Qian Jia has only seen the original appearance of the backyard of the Xie Mansion until today.The yard occupies a very northern area, and it has a sense of domineering and rampant, but the inside of the yard is a typical water garden, with exquisite carvings and long corridors.The man-made miniature natural landscape subtly divides the huge house into countless areas, including bamboo forests, plum terraces, pavilions and waterside pavilions.Not to mention that there will definitely be rockery, facing fine water, rock shelf crossing holes, jade railings and delicate potted plants.No matter what kind of common man the Xie manor's gentleman is, one thing is certain, others will never be able to see his essence from the place where he lives. There are only freehand blank spaces and natural carvings.

Under the mottled shade of the trees, there are occasional tired birds flying in fright, which is picturesque.

But in Xie Jie's eyes, there is only the altar incense table not far in front of the chair. The base is mahogany, the edges are outlined with gold lines, the whole body is painted, and the texture is complex, but it does not lose the freshness and elegance of Daqi's traditional furniture style.On the table are all the supplies needed for the sacrifice, the incense burner wax rod, melon and fruit snacks, and most importantly, his cousin's tablet.

This tablet was made by Xie Jie himself in private, whether it is legal or not is not certain, but Xie Jie has the confidence that no matter which emperor is in power, he will not pursue this matter.He privately engraved his cousin's ranking just for the sake of his thoughts. The words engraved are not as long and fancy as in the imperial mausoleum, but only the five big characters "My brother heard the benefit", which is concise and clear, and goes straight to the essence.

The four sons stood in the four corners of the altar, wearing fairy cave clothes, each holding a magic weapon, and started the ceremony according to the three-day formula.With their eyes closed, they muttered words, accompanied by the curling dragon head incense, and they did something like that for a while, at least solemn and solemn, serious and rigorous.

Xie Jie was fascinated by looking at the tablet, as if he really saw Emperor Wen again, with his beautiful appearance and moon charm, he was outstanding. He stepped out of the smog, just like when he was ordered to pick up Xie Jie as the palace chief when he was a child, Even if you don't smile, you are gentle.

Emperor Wen, just like his name, is full of losses and modest benefits. He is a true modest gentleman.Benevolence, kindness, pure filial piety, and outstanding literary talent, the most important thing is that the corporal is courteous and virtuous, and he is simply carved out of the mold of Mingjun.Otherwise, his posthumous title would not be Wen.Apart from dying too early, there are no shortcomings.

Compared with Shenzong who is now on the throne, Emperor Wen is almost becoming a cinnabar mole of Quan Daqi.Therefore, on the day when the newly deceased returned home, not only Xie Jie was recruiting his brother, but other people were also recruiting.

In the Jiangzuo city alone, there should not be too many people offering sacrifices to Emperor Wen in private. In addition, this year is the first Hungry Ghost Festival after Emperor Wen's new funeral. Every household attaches great importance to this, and even many small merchants and hawkers pay attention to it. Breaking the tradition of the night market, closing the stall early and quitting, and going home spontaneously to worship Emperor Wen.

But among these people, Xie Jie still had an inexplicable confidence that his cousin would only come to him, because only the things he prepared were what his cousin really liked.

Xie Jie ingeniously got more manuscripts of ancient books and rubbings of ancient paintings for his cousin to burn.

Compared with the well-known Emperor Wen who was put on the altar, the cousin Xie Jie learned is more like a young man of literature and art. His artistic bacteria have nowhere to play, and he is always thinking about some magical things, like giving to his aunt Choosing a unique title is like becoming an emperor, so people of the same generation will change their names because they want to avoid the taboo of the emperor's name. If you decide that whoever becomes emperor after him, the first thing to do is to change your name first.

It's easier to change one person than to make the whole clan follow suit, isn't it?This is what my cousin told Xie Jie.

"It's fine if you're happy, after all you want to be a good emperor." Xie Jie replied in this way.

Literary and artistic youths always have a little too idealistic passion, and Emperor Wen is not immune to it. His passion is not adolescent rebellion, but a personal conquest that is much more dangerous than that.

And probably good people always have no rewards. After Emperor Wen left, he never came back.

People in the past rode on cranes, and people in Sri Lanka rode on the wind, and never dreamed again.

Xie Jie suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and clear.He thought, in fact, he would rather his cousin be a bad emperor, licentious and immoral, or greedy for life and afraid of death, at least in that case, his cousin can still sit peacefully on the dragon chair and be respected by thousands of people , instead of offering sacrifices to the city, it is an understatement of "it's a pity" that the monarch of the enemy country said.

But Xie Jie has the final say on this matter, those famous ministers who taught his brother to be a saint have the final say.

Until bedtime, Xie Jie, who was allowed to drink a little more of what was in the cup before being helped back to his room, was still muttering: "I want to raise the price, I want to raise the price to death, those old and old people No one will be spared! If anyone dares to object, just say what I said. If you don’t pay, get out of my father! I don’t welcome them here at all! One! Point! Also! No!”

The elder Zhai and the fourth son looked at each other, and they had a tacit understanding in their hearts. After the death of Emperor Wen, Xie Jie was going to go crazy sooner or later. After these months, the evil fire in his heart finally came out.It's better to send it out than to hold it back.

"Yes, yes, the old servant will send someone to talk about it tomorrow."

"Definitely increase the price!"

"Severe price increase!"

"Scared to death!"

Xie Xiaosi had nothing to say, he could only clenched his fists to increase his momentum.

Although the people who served Xie Jie's bed were so consoling, but everyone including Xie Jie knew very well that the death of Emperor Wen was a great pain, but it was not anyone's fault.

The author has something to say: *After the emperor ascended the throne, he did not change other people's names, but only changed his own. This is also an example that existed in real history.Not all emperors of dynasties are like the Qing Dynasty, insisting on tossing a large number of clan brothers just to be unique for themselves.