Yan Aidang helped Ye Chen'er up without hesitation and stood at the back of the Ye family's group with Yan Feng and Yan Ran. When Tie Ge saw this, he also stood at the back with Ye Huixian and Tie Jun.
In this way, the number of people in the two families was almost the same. Uncle Wen looked back and felt a little sad. Everything about the Ye family was good, but there was still room for improvement in terms of the number of people.
Various offerings were already placed on the altar in the ancestral hall. Two aunties had been busy inside since early morning. This was a good deed that could increase one's merits, and the aunties were working very hard.
When Ye Ren and Grandma Yan arrived at the ancestral hall, Yan Xiaonan, carrying Enming, led Tianru and Yushu to a large bell on the side.
She held Enming in one arm and pulled on the bell hammer's rope with the other. Tianru and Yushu stood on either side, each holding onto the bell hammer's rope, waiting for Yan Xiaonan to give the command.
Enming saw this and stretched out her little hand, placing it on Yan Xiaonan's hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"One, two, three, begin," Yan Xiaonan said softly.
"Ding ding ding"
The deep and melodious chimes resonated in the hearts of everyone present. Ye Ren and Fu Qingping, among others, listened to the familiar yet unfamiliar chimes, their eyes filled with tears.
They're back! The Ye family has finally returned! At this moment, the backs of the Ye family members are all ramrod straight.
As they looked at the gate of the ancestral hall, the guilt they felt towards their ancestors had vanished.
The Ye family has regained its former glory and no longer needs to live in fear and trembling.
Grandma Yan's heart was pounding as she watched this sacred ceremony; she knew the importance of the ancestral hall of the large family.
The Yan family was just an unknown, small family, yet now they were able to have a family tree and worship their ancestors in the ancestral hall.
People from the southeast, southwest, and north were so excited they didn't know how to express it; the Yan family could actually have an ancestral hall now.
They all looked at Yan Xiaonan, who was standing by the clock, and the three outstanding children beside her.
Bathed in the first rays of morning sunlight, they looked ethereal and otherworldly, like fairies about to ascend to heaven, inspiring endless imagination.
Yan Ran's pupils suddenly contracted, and she stared straight at Ye Yushu, a little girl she had wanted to bully since she was a child.
She clutched her chest tightly with her right hand, trying to calm her wildly beating heart. She saw it—she saw the afterimage of Yu Shu saving her.
Yu Shu appeared suddenly beside him like a heavenly general, holding him with one hand and a judge's pen in the other.
The judge's pen flew up and down, protecting her and Yu Shu perfectly, while her enemies fell one by one.
Yan Ran clasped her hands together: May our ancestors bless me so that I could have turned back from my wrong path a few years earlier, otherwise I would have lost myself on a path of no return.
From this moment forward, Yan Ran's future life will belong to Ye Yushu; he will follow her without regret, even unto death.
The lingering sound of the bell echoed through every corner of the courtyard houses in Beijing, and the worship ceremony officially began.
Yan Xiaonan, the matriarch of the Ye family and the lucky charm of the Yan family, rightfully stood at the front and led everyone into the ancestral hall.
With a stick of incense burning, I thank Heaven for its favor, allowing her to be reborn in this era with a golden finger.
We offer two sticks of incense in gratitude to our ancestors for their blessings, ensuring that the descendants of both families enjoy health, peace, and boundless glory.
With three sticks of incense, we pray to Heaven, Earth, the Ruler, Parents, and Teachers to bless our motherland with prosperity and strength, so that every citizen of Xia may live a life of abundance, peace, and carefree happiness.
Ye Renfu, Qingping, and Grandma Yan each held three lit sticks of sandalwood incense, clasped their hands together, and muttered incantations.
In Wen Shu's mind, he saw the image of Ye Ren kneeling in the ancestral hall with his two sons and a grandson.
He couldn't help but walk to the side, clear his throat, and then drink loudly;
"bye"
Ye Ren looked at Uncle Wen, his nose tingling, and knelt down with Ye Huili's help.
With Ye Huiguo's help, Fu Qingping knelt down next to Ye Ren.
Grandma Yan was startled and didn't know what to do. Yan Daqiang and Yan Xiaoqiang helped their mother up and whispered:
"Mother, we're paying respects to our ancestors."
Grandma Yan slowly knelt down, facing the memorial tablet on the altar, and suddenly burst into tears:
“Ancestors of the Yan family, I have been widowed for over sixty years and finally raised my three sons to adulthood. Now I have a house full of descendants. I have no shame before heaven and earth, nor before my ancestors.”
Yan Daqiang and Yan Xiaoqiang felt a sharp pang of sadness. It is said that men do not easily shed tears, but now they could no longer hold back and could only look up at the sky.
Xue Ying and Cuihua couldn't stop their tears from flowing, especially Cuihua, who had suffered so much hardship and exhaustion.
Life only started to get better after Yan Xiaonan was born, and they gradually entered a life of abundance.
Everyone in the ancestral hall was kneeling on prayer cushions, some with teary eyes, others offering prayers of gratitude.
The sandalwood incense on the altar burned even brighter, and for a moment the fragrance of sandalwood filled the entire ancestral hall, brightening people's minds.
Yu Shu looked up at the memorial tablet and seemed to see a group of people indistinctly, drinking and singing, raising their cups in a toast.
Enming pulled Ye Chenming, pointed to the wine cup on the offering table, and insisted on taking it. Ye Chenming glanced at Ye Ren, who silently nodded.
He wanted to see what the child was doing with the wine glass.
Enming, holding a wine glass, walked shakily to the center, raised the glass to the memorial tablet, and then drank it all in one gulp.
Yu Shu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. She clearly saw that the previously arrogant figures were now all facing En Ming, raising their glasses and downing them in one gulp.
Enming placed the cup in her hand into Ye Chenming's hand, then rolled her eyes and collapsed.
Ye Chenming caught Enming when she fell to the ground, casually tossed aside the cup, and picked Enming up.
Yan Xiaonan's mountain god aura rushed directly onto Enming; it turned out the little guy had passed out drunk.
Ye Ren and Grandma Yan anxiously gathered around, wondering what had happened to the child.
Yan Xiaonan smiled and waved her hand, saying, "I'm drunk."
"So that's how it is," everyone breathed a sigh of relief, returned to their prayer cushions, and began to kneel and worship again.
A huge iron basin had been placed in the center of the ancestral hall, filled with countless paper money and ghost money, as well as gold and silver ingots folded from tin foil.
Ye Ren and Grandma Yan each took a fire stick and lit the paper money. Instantly, the temperature in the ancestral hall rose rapidly, and everyone felt warm and cozy.
Yu Shu stared intently at the rising smoke, which slowly drifted towards the top of the memorial tablet.
Then it transformed into specks of golden light, fluttering and scattering around the memorial tablet, while the figures below spread their hands to receive the golden light.
Yu Shu laughed. So this is how our ancestors collected money. I just don't know how they spent it.
The judge's pen at her waist moved slightly, and Yu Shu nodded. It turned out that the ancestors had come to receive offerings today, and they would return to their own world later.
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