Rebirth 1998, Bai Yueguang got anxious after I stopped being a bootlicker

Chapter 201: Sudden Grief and Family Heritage

[Big foreshadowing, big foreshadowing, must watch to the end]

The Wang Family Ancestral Hall is a two-courtyard building.

It is a bit like the courtyard houses in the imperial capital, and also has some characteristics of Hui style architecture.

The red walls and green tiles are antique and full of charm.

The ancestral hall of the past, which was deserted in the past, is particularly lively today.

Doorway,

Big red lanterns are hung high, and majestic stone lions are hung with red flowers.

The couplets for ancestor worship are posted on both sides, and the bright red carpet is laid on the door.

On the left, a long dragon is climbing around the pillar, and two pairs of lions are lying in front of the door.

The tribesmen who came and went wore red jackets, bowed and thanked with smiles as beautiful as flowers.

inside the hospital,

The lights are lit and the atmosphere is festive, with livestock kneeling at the door.

The incense table is placed horizontally with a cushion to welcome the guests, and the smoke from burning incense and bright candles rises.

Guests coming and going stood on both sides, bowed sideways and greeted them with a smile.

Children hold red jackets in their hands, and elders stand solemnly at the gate...

This scene is more festive than weddings and Chinese New Year.

But what Pan Yinian saw was family, inheritance, offspring, prosperity...

Looking at the orderly inheritance of the Wang Family Ancestral Hall, Pan Yinian couldn't help but sigh and felt an indescribable emotion.

even,

Pan Yinian also thought of his hometown, the abandoned and dilapidated ancestral hall at the east end of the village, and the land that had been home to many tragic figures since ancient times...

In later generations, countless people praised the orderly inheritance, prosperous families, and ancestral worship in the south.

In later generations, countless people praised the fearlessness of the Hunanese men, the bravery of the Qinbei men, the courage of the Sichuan soldiers, and the wolf soldiers of Guangxi who protected their country...

In later generations, whenever a major disaster struck, they would always feel immensely proud...

Hunanese people would say, "If China is to perish, all Hunanese people must die!"

Shaanxi people would say, "The battle between the two Hu people on Wolf Mountain shook the heavens and the earth. Why would a good man risk his life for his country?"

Sichuanese people would say, "I will never return to Sichuan until the foreign enemies are defeated!"

People in Jiangnan would say, "I want to warn you, passersby, don't cover your noses. The living are not as fragrant as the dead!"

People in Guangdong and Guangxi even say, "Even if you drink ice for ten years, your blood won't cool!"

But what about Yan and Zhao?

But what about the Northeast?

But what about their family?

People with ulterior motives erased the contributions of Yan and Zhao and did not make statistics.

People with ulterior motives are leading the rhythm and cursing these places, saying that traitors and running dogs are everywhere and cowards are being put into bags.

Those with ulterior motives and those who are ignorant of the true situation shout out how many troops their places have sent and how many lives have been sacrificed, and angrily scold these places for not making any contributions and calling them unworthy of being Chinese citizens.

Whenever he heard these words, whenever he thought of this scene, Pan Yinian felt inexplicably sad and angry.

Where does betraying one’s roots and forgetting one’s ancestors come from?

Why was the ancestral hall and family tree destroyed?

He wanted to shout out loud, "Since ancient times, the lands of Yan and Zhao have been home to many generous and tragic people."

He wanted to say, "During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the casualties in Yanzhao exceeded 548 million, and the number of people forced to leave their homes is incalculable. Among them, at least 80 heroes shed their blood on the battlefield."

He wanted to say: "The Eighth Route Army expanded 187 regiments in Yanzhao, with a total of more than 40 people; the number of Yanzhao guerrillas exceeded 10; and the militia reached more than 90."

He wanted to say: "Compared to the eight-year war of resistance across the country, the war in Yanzhao lasted for 12 years, and the entire nation was a soldier."

He longed to say, "In 1933, the artillery bombardment of Shanhaiguan marked the starting point of the Yanzhao War of Resistance. Once Shanhaiguan fell, the vast, flat plains were completely defenseless. 20 Yanzhao men rushed to the Great Wall, under the indiscriminate bombardment of the artillery, but they bravely resisted with outdated weapons. The green mountains are filled with the bones of the loyal, and the blood of countless heroes is shed on the Great Wall."

He wanted to say: "The Five Warriors of Langya Mountain, Wang Xiaoer, the Tunnel Warfare, Dong Cunrui, and the Hundred Regiments Campaign all took place in the land of Yanzhao."

He wanted to say: "In addition to the fact that all the people of Yanzhao were soldiers, they also supported 30 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army and 70 militia and national army soldiers, and tied down 40% of the enemy. It was the only province in the country where all the people were soldiers during the War of Resistance, and it was also one of the provinces that fought the war the longest."

He wanted to say: "It was because of the brave resistance of the men of Yan and Zhao that the foot basin caused more than 500 bloody massacres in the land of Yan and Zhao."

He wanted to say, "Now in many places in Yanzhao, the dialect changes every ten miles, and the customs change every hundred miles. There are no ancestral halls or family tree trees. That's because the older generation was killed and dispersed during the Anti-Japanese War. That's because many villages were destroyed on the battlefield and died under artillery fire..."

He really wanted to say, "The Pan family, apart from the bastard father and son from my second uncle's family, are worthy of the land of Yanzhao and the title of the passionate sons of China."

He wanted to say, "His father served in the army for seven or eight years, stationed at the border, protecting the land behind him. His third uncle died in southern Xinjiang; his grandfather was wounded during the Korean War; his great-grandfather died in a bayonet fight with the Japanese as a teenager; his great-grandfather fought for more than five years in the War of Resistance, and his remains are still unknown; and his little grandfather, whom he had never met, has also ended up in a foreign land..."

He really wanted to say, "Families like this are everywhere in Yanzhao."

He really wanted to ask: "Without the elders, who will tell the younger generations who their ancestors are?"

He wanted to ask: "Without the ancestral hall, where will the younger generations find one?"

What he wanted to ask most was: "Without elders, family tree and ancestral hall, how can they worship their ancestors?"

Thinking of the ancestral tombs that were forced to be razed, the clan groups that were forced to be dispersed, and the very few family tree genealogies that were forced to be burned due to some unspeakable reasons, Pan Yinian felt an indescribable grief and indignation.

"Why?"

“Why!!!”

Pan Yinian, overwhelmed by inexplicable emotions, slowly clenched his fists.

It was not until the Wang clan members lined up in front of the incense table and the Wang clan elder who had just finished reading the sacrifice was helped to light incense and candles, fire cannons and play music that Pan Yinian slowly came to his senses.

But the lyrics sung by the Wang clan elder once again made Pan Yinian stand still.

"One stick of incense, kowtow, and invite all ancestors back. Two sticks of incense, bow upwards, and may your descendants have endless blessings. Three sticks of incense, bow with all your heart, and may the weather be favorable and the people be safe and sound."

As the elders of the Wang family sang, the Wang family members performed the ritual of three kneelings and nine kowtows in front of the ancestral tablets.

Su Ying watched quietly, somewhat shocked and curious.

Their Su family and my grandfather's Liu family both worship their ancestors, which is similar to this, but also somewhat different.

At the very least, due to his status, it won't be so grand.

Can……

Pan Yinian was shocked all over, and stared at the elder of the Wang family with his narrow eyes.

This word...

This tone...

It was exactly the same as when his grandfather took him to visit the grave during Chinese New Year.

To this day, he still remembers what his grandfather kept saying when he visited his grandfather's grave: "We no longer have the ancestral hall or the family tree, but we must not forget our ancestors and our roots. This ancestral tomb is our roots; this accent is the accent of our Pan family as we trace our roots. If you hear it one day, you will definitely be a member of our Pan family."

"Kid, you must remember, your great-grandfather was Pan Wangzhong, the fifth of five brothers, three of whom died young. Your great-great-grandfather was a hot-tempered man. He killed Er Gouzi, who had murdered your great-great-grandfather, and then changed his name and surname, taking a copy of our Pan family genealogy with him to join the army to fight the Japanese."

"If one day you meet someone who speaks our accent, nine times out of ten, it's from our great-great-grandfather's lineage."

"Kid, you must remember, your great-great-grandfather's name is Pan Wangdong..."

As his thoughts wandered, Pan Yinian suddenly turned his head to look at the Wang family tablet.

king……

king……

Still the king...

Pan Yinian didn't give up and started looking at those names, but he couldn't find the name Wang Wangdong.

"Is it a coincidence?"

Just as Pan Yinian was stunned, the elder of the Wang clan who was presiding over the ancestor worship turned his head and looked at the girl and boy holding the red jacket and the ruler, "Wang Tingyu, Wang Zihao, kneel down to thank your benefactor. From today on, you must serve him with the respect of your children. Kneel!"

A girl and boy, about seven or eight years old, walked quickly up to Pan Yinian, holding up their red jackets and rulers in all seriousness. They knelt on the ground and said in unison, "The red jackets represent food and clothing. When we grow up, we will respect you for food and clothing. The ruler represents punishment. If we misbehave and fail to provide you with food and clothing, you can take us in."

Although Grandma Liao and the Wang couple had told Pan Yinian all this a long time ago, Pan Yinian was still a little shocked at this moment. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should accept it.

Only after the Wang clan elder smiled and nodded did Pan Yinian take the red jacket and ruler.

The elder of the Wang clan said, "Kneel again, to Pan Yinian, for saving my life."

Two children, kneel down again properly.

The Wang clan elder said, "Kneel three times, kneel to Pan Yinian, and let your family be reunited."

The two children knelt three times in an orderly manner.

The Wang clan elder said, "After the ceremony, we will dress you and serve you our reborn parents and tea."

The two children quickly stood up and stepped forward to help Pan Yinian put on a red jacket, while their parents waited on the side with tea.

After Pan Yinian put on his red jacket, the two children held the tea in their hands at the same time and raised it above their heads.

Pan Yinian took a sip of tea for each of them, and after he put the prepared safety locks on the two children, endless fireworks shot up into the sky in an instant. The lion dance team and the dragon dance team also cheered and ran to the sound of gongs and drums.

Pan Yinian also bowed to everyone, then asked what was hidden in his heart, "Mr. Wang, was there anything particular about your tone just now?"