Chapter 69: Is This Being Followed? (Recommended, please help to top the list, thank you)
Xu Xiangpu and Xu Wenrong flipped through a few pages and were amazed by her beauty.
[What a pity! Why are the cover and title page torn? ]
[This is a banned book. I guess Yan'er doesn't want anyone to see it.]
Xie Yanyan: What was torn off was the name of the publishing house and the publication date.
Nice idea, too lazy to explain.
The Xu family is a family of reclusive scholars, so even if what she brings out is inappropriate, she doesn't have to worry about being betrayed by her relatives.
"Good boy, this book is so precious. I am very grateful to you. You go to Lingnan first, and I will do what I should do."
Xie Anfeng remembered the soap made by Xie Yanyan, so he went to the car and took out a few bars and stuffed them into Xu Xiangpu's pockets: "This is the soap developed by Yan'er. It is very effective in removing oil and dirt. You can take it back and use it."
Soap is very popular at the moment. Anyone who spends dozens of taels of silver to buy a bar of soap must be either rich or noble.
The Xu family's reluctance to take up official duties did not mean they were isolated from the world. They knew about soap, a vital commodity for people's livelihood.
Xu Xiangpu and Xu Wenrong were quite surprised when they heard Xie Anfeng say that this was developed by Xie Yanyan.
[Yan'er was as smart and intelligent as Zhiyan, but it was a pity that Yan'er passed away early]
Xu Xiangpu's eyes turned red again.
After seeing off his uncle and nephew, Xie Anfeng hesitated for a moment and asked Xie Yanyan: "Yan'er, where did you get those history books?"
"It was given by Prince Zhou."
Oh, Xie Anfeng thought that was right. These books were probably stolen by Prince Zhou from the royal library.
(Zhou Shaoyu: A-choo!)
After Xu Xiangpu left, Xie Yao looked at Xie Yanyan's carriage and said to Fang: "Mom, will grandpa send us food?"
Tiffany Xie immediately responded: "No one will deliver it to you. If you want to eat it, go steal it or rob it yourself."
Xie Yao's mouth pursed, but he didn't cry. He grabbed Fang's clothes and shook her: "Mother, let's beg Second Aunt to let her give us some meat, okay?"
Jiang Shuang used to be very kind to them. She made shoes and clothes for them and gave the meat to Xie Yao instead of Xie Lingyu.
Fang shook her head: "No."
"We can make paper boxes, and exchange one paper box for one steamed bun."
Xie Qingmu used to be the one who was least willing to bow to Xie Anfeng. He even always thought that he was nobler than Xie Anfeng.
A few months into exile, his world collapsed and his beliefs turned upside down.
He wanted to make paper boxes and exchange them for some steamed buns from Xie Yanyan.
Fang didn't object, but she couldn't bear to eat only one pancake a day.
At 3 p.m., the team arrived at Fangma Mountain.
There is a small stream at the foot of the mountain, gurgling down from the mountain. The water in the stream is clear and has formed a pool at the foot of the mountain.
There are fish in the pond.
Originally, Li Rong asked all the prisoners to collect firewood, and Zhu Bazhishao would cook lunch for everyone. However, when everyone saw the fish and shrimp, they all spoke well of Li Rong and wanted to catch some. The children had not eaten meat for more than two months and were very craving for it.
"Please, sir, let us go and catch some?"
"Look at the people on and off the mountain. Who doesn't know that fish and shrimp can be caught and eaten? Why don't they catch them?"
These people from Kyoto are too simple-minded: "They probably don't like the fishy smell, or they have rice to eat, so they don't want to eat such a small fish."
"Tsk! This is a nobleman's mountain and field. Ordinary people cannot get close to it. Do you understand?" Li Rong pointed at the three people who were walking with their hands behind their backs. "The manager is here."
As he was talking, Xie Qingmu had already caught a half-pound crucian carp and said to Xie Yao happily, "Yao'er, Daddy caught a fish! Daddy will make fish soup for you."
"Dad, I want to eat meat. I want to eat fried fish."
"What are you doing? These are the fish we raised in our farm, put them down quickly."
Three men who came running quickly shouted.
When he got there, he looked at the group of dishevelled people, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
After just a few glances, the man immediately knew who this person was.
"What bad luck! Where's the escort? Keep your people under control, or don't blame us for being rude!" The man pinched his waist, pointed at Xie Qingmu and shouted, "Put the fish back. If the fish dies, I'll take you to the authorities."
Li Rong said in a low voice: "Xie Qingmu, throw the fish back."
Xie Qingmu reluctantly put the fish back into the pond and angrily said, "How did the stream water from the mountain become yours?"
"This whole mountain belongs to my master. Do you think this water belongs to us? Do these fish belong to us?"
Only then did Xie Yanyan understand. Why did people still starve to death and eat each other in ancient times when there were so many fish and shrimps in the rivers and lakes, and so many wild fruits and wild animals in the mountains?
It turns out that in ancient times, most of the mountains and ponds were controlled by aristocratic families, and the hungry people had no way of getting close.
Knowing that these people were fugitives, those few people kept an eye on them to prevent them from stealing vegetables or catching fish.
"Master, please go somewhere else to rest. There is a mountain temple five miles ahead. There is a mountain spring outside the temple. You can make a fire and cook there. It is also good to rest there at night."
The man who looked like a butler suggested that Li Rong take everyone away.
Before Li Rong could respond, there were several loud and high-pitched suona sounds coming from the room. "Woo-li-wa-woo-li-wa~"
Everyone stopped arguing and looked towards the team on the other road.
It was a group of people coming out of the city. In the front were a few suona players blowing their instruments hard towards the sky, and behind them were white banners covering the sky.
It turned out to be a funeral procession.
It is definitely impossible to see such an authentic funeral procession in the 22nd century. Xie Yanyan instinctively thought: record it.
A batch of mobile phones suddenly appeared in the space, and they were fully charged.
Although I cannot access the Internet, it does not affect the use of the camera.
Press "Start Recording", turn the phone to the big branch right in front of the funeral procession, and point the camera at the funeral procession.
Anyone who doesn't watch the fun is a fool. The three men stopped trying to chase people away and watched the funeral procession with great interest, talking about it as they watched.
"It's the burial of City Lord Guo's father." One person said, "The tomb has been under construction for several months."
"Yes, the tomb is built better than my house."
"Nonsense, who do you think you are? He is the city lord's father."
The suona was loud and the white banners were exquisite. Before the coffin was lifted, the filial sons and grandsons smashed the basin, lifted the coffin, and cried.
White banners stood in rows, mourning clothes and hats were worn solemnly, music was played, and there were cries. Along the way, relatives, friends, and colleagues came to pay their respects, offer gifts, and perform roadside sacrifices.
"My uncle!"
"My uncle!"
"My uncle!"
After the mourning man burned incense, he chanted three times in front of the coffin, knelt on his knees and kowtowed three times, then stood up and bowed three times, all in a very methodical and traditional manner.
The filial son and grandson knelt three times and kowtowed nine times, singing a sad song.
The procedures and rules are followed until the coffin is sent to the cemetery and buried.
Xie Yanyan recorded the entire funeral process, including the style of the coffin, the appearance of the tomb, and the sacrificial rituals.
Before turning off the video, Xie Yanyan said in the video: In 38X AD, Fangma Mountain, the funeral ceremony of a city lord’s father.
After recording, I threw it into the space.
Li Rong didn't want to offend anyone, so after watching the fun, he asked Zhu Ba to put the pot on the carriage, and everyone set off to the mountain temple in front.
[Images of ancient funeral customs were discovered in space, which have extremely high cultural and archaeological value. Do you want to exchange them? ]
She had just recorded it and she was being targeted? Was she being followed?
Will the tomb of the city lord's father be excavated by archaeologists based on her video?
Continue to wish the babies a happy new year! Yesterday was the sixth day of the Chinese New Year. I saw on the Internet that it is the day to throw away the garbage after the Chinese New Year. It is said to be a day to throw away the poor ghosts!
Suddenly I found out that my old friend "Sang Yu" baby is here. I was so excited this morning! Dear baby, I haven't seen you for a long time. Is everything okay?
Thanks for the reward:
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xSangyu
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May is full of flowers
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Smiling at the peach blossoms
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To be withered
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