Chapter 1007: You illiterate

Chapter 1007
This ancestor worship scene, the hustle and bustle went straight to the nine heavens, the gongs and drums were ear-splitting, and the voice of people was boiling.
When Fang Chuan and the others arrived at the ancestral shrine, there were hundreds of people on the inner and outer three levels. Some of them came to worship the ancestors and some came to watch the excitement.
The lion dance of the lion dance, the drumming of the drums, are extremely festive.
The children also followed the lion dance troupe, cheering and laughing endlessly.
Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.
Most of this ancestor worship is also asking for psychological comfort, remembering the ancestors, and praying for the spirit of the ancestors in the sky to bless future generations.
This kind of custom was very important in ancient times, especially in the homes of large households, which is also very grand.
In short, in ancient times, he was particularly in awe of gods and ancestors.
In modern times, people are open-minded, technologically advanced, and self-centered, leaving behind this fear of gods and ancestors.
This is progress!
However, once there is no awe for the gods, there is no awe for nature.
What's more, Fang Chuan understands better that gods may not exist, but the laws of the universe exist, and the laws are like gods.
The spirit of the ancestors may not exist, but the night before, he sensed the power of the ancestors.
Therefore, Fang Chuan also felt that this sacrifice to the ancestors should be done according to one's ability.
If you remember your ancestors, you will remember your relatives in the world, you will be born with filial piety, your soul and family will be happy, fathers are kind and filial, and future generations will continue the family tradition.
Worshiping ancestors, more often, also has this meaning.
"Mr. Fang is here!"
"Boss Ye is here too!"
The crowd was watching the lion dance when they suddenly saw Fang Chuan and his party approaching, their eyes lit up and they were elated and shouted loudly.
Regarding the chief priest, the other ethnic groups in Shili Baxiang had no objection, because they were grateful to each other and almost wanted to praise him.
Even the relatives who came back from a foreign land heard about Fang Chuan the first time they returned home.
On the contrary, it was Fang Chuan's own relatives. Because Fang Chuan didn't like publicity, his family didn't publicize Fang Chuan's deeds and didn't even know Fang Chuan's identity.
Fang Chuan and the others came, all of them greeted them, and the noisy gongs and drums stopped.
Everyone looked at Ye Zhengming and Fang Chuan.
"Originally, the identity of the priest should have been given to our family, Xiaochuan. But Xiaochuan asked me to come. I and Xiaochuan are a family, so I didn't care about so much, so I agreed to him."
Ye Zhengming's face was red, looking at the people of the same tribe from the ten miles and eight villages, and looking at his own eyes, there was no upset.
If there is no Fang Chuan, how can he have the scenery of Ye Zhengming today?
He smiled and said: "If everyone has no opinion, then I will be the chief priest this time. I don't know how?"
"Boss Ye, it's no better for you to be the chief priest."
"Except for Mr. Fang, we will serve you!"
"No comment!"
Ye Zhengming's words also responded with a hundred responses, everyone agreed, and there was no opinion at all.
Ye Zhengming nodded: "Okay. Next, please ask for genealogy first!"
At this time, Ye Dong had a serious face, stepped eight steps, holding the plate of genealogy, walked out of the crowd, and delivered the genealogy to Ye Zhengming.
This genealogy is the second book written by Fang Chuan, dating back to the ancestor Ye Lin six hundred years ago!
"This genealogy is well-written. I didn't expect that Mr. Fang could not only do business, know medical skills, and have an extraordinary literary talent, but he also writes with a good brush!"
"Yeah, I have never seen such a powerful word!"
"I don't understand the word, but it looks comfortable!"
Everyone also talked about it, and Fang Chuan had no shortage of beautiful words. A few days ago, they had seen the genealogy written by Fang Chuan.
Not only is it clear and well-tuned, but also has a brilliant literary talent. I saw that the older generation of villagers said it was good, but they didn't know what was good.
"Humph!"
At this moment, a man with glasses and thirty-seven-eight came out and looked at Fang Chuan with dissatisfaction.
There was intense jealousy in his eyes.
"Wait a minute!" He stopped in front of Ye Zhengming and the others.
"Ah, isn't this a talent?"
"What is he going to say?"
"I heard that he was also doing this genealogy research before!"
"What can he do, just like that. He has been a college student after reading all his life, and he won't make it high or make it low."
When everyone saw Ye Hongxuan, who was nicknamed Xiucai, walked out, his complexion was not very good, and they all started talking, obviously not liking him.
Fang Chuan looked at this person and smiled faintly: "What's the matter?"
"It's okay for you to be the chief priest of the Ye Family Temple, but your genealogy can't use yours. It's all wrong. Use mine!"
The man said loudly, the thick glasses at the bottom of the wine bottle were covered with a layer of fog, but the arrogance could be seen in his eyes.
Fang Chuan couldn't help smiling when he heard it, "How do you know that mine is wrong? Have you seen it? Where is the mistake?"
"You illiterate, how can you study a genealogy?"
Ye Hongxuan proudly said: "It's impossible at all! I am a college student. I have studied for five or six years before I get my clues clear!"
He helped his glasses: "I want to use mine! Otherwise, your so-called ancestors will not bother you!"
"Ye Hongxuan, don't make trouble unreasonably."
"Ye Hongxuan, Mr. Fang wrote it. Everyone agrees with it, and everyone is taking care of it. Your writing is messy, do you think we haven't read it?"
"Forget it, you should go home."
Everyone was also a little impatient and started talking loudly.
"Fart!" Ye Hongxuan said angrily, "You people who haven't studied, what do you know?"
He looked at Fang Chuan again: "Also! You current college students are useless! The world's college students are only useful for our generation. Ignorance!"
As he said, he took out a blue book from his handbag, it was crooked, and it did have a lot of words written on it.
However, his words really dare not compliment!
Moreover, below everyone in this genealogy, there is a limerick.
He opened his genealogy and pointed to those limericks, triumphantly: "Look, I not only compiled the genealogy, but also wrote poems for them separately. Do you have this literary talent?"
He took a step forward and asked, "Is there?"
"To tell the truth." Fang Chuan smiled, "You so-called poem, if a child knows a little bit of rhyming, he can compose it, don't say it, so as not to laugh and generously."
He said again: "Also, I don't dare to compliment the word you, it's too ugly. Also, the genealogy you compiled is not comprehensive, and a lot of it depends on imagination. Where can you be confident?"
At this moment, another member of the Ye family came up, opened Ye Hongxuan's genealogy, and laughed out loud.
"Haha, this is the funniest genealogy I have ever seen!"
"Xiucai, you should go home and farm!"
"It's useless, Xiucai!"
After the man laughed at Ye Hongxuan, the others also walked up. After passing it through, everyone burst into laughter.
Ye Hongxuan's expression was ugly to the extreme: "You guys, you uneducated and superstitious guys, I'm fighting with you!"