Beiyang new warlord

The snow has covered most of the canyon, and even the scenic stream is only left with a gap. There is a faint sound of ding-dong from the gurgling water, and there is a little white smoke rising upwards. There is no concrete road directly on the road. , but rather ingeniously put a large stone with a flattened side at every step, one by one, to the depths, which is a bit of a meandering path, but next spring, weeding will take a lot of work .

Walking along here for about 200 meters, turning a corner, the scenery at the bottom of the valley came into view, not to mention Su Yi, even Adelaina couldn't help but wow.

It is indeed very beautiful. The small stream dug a bend on purpose to enclose the last part. The three-storey L-shaped small building stands next to the cliff at the bottom of the valley. There is still a large yard in front, although grape vines and gourds All of them are dead, but you can still see the exquisiteness of the garden. There is a red lantern hanging on the porch protruding from the entrance of the building. There is some black smoke from the back, which is a bit unsightly, but it is also discharged along the cliff through pipes, which does not affect the scenery. Air.

"Master! Su Yi! And Miss Hong, you guys are back!"

Wearing a leather robe, Uncle Wen hunched over, as if he had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw Mao Jue coming back, he smiled and bowed slightly. Su Yi rushed to meet him, but he had an extra name Adelaine pulled her fiery red hair a little funny.

As soon as you enter the house, you will not be able to wear the thick robe on your body. There is a furnace room at the back. The coal is burned by a special person, and the heat is transmitted to the flue of the whole building through the flue to provide mercury. This method is even used in the palace. The grass on the windowsill is green.While taking off the overcoat and handing it to Su Yi, Mao Jue asked excitedly.

"Uncle Wen, where is my father?"

"The master is reading in the study on the third floor! But young master, the master is very satisfied with your other courtyard!"

Full of smiles, Wen Bo also gave a thumbs up, and made a gesture of invitation to the inside.

If Mao Wenlong was dissatisfied, Mao Jue probably would have to quit. This officer club was one of his dreams before crossing over. There are almost no tiles in the East in this era. Although I really want to use yellow for decoration, it is a pity that bright yellow is exclusive to the royal family in this era. In the end, it can only be turned into a dull earthy yellow, but it can be illuminated by a crystal lamp two or three meters high. , still looks rich and threatening.

There is a reception desk in the front, and the guest entertainment room in the back. The second floor facing the hall is the restaurant, which also occupies two floors. There is also a smaller crystal lamp, which is also surrounded by colored porcelain.

However, Mao Jue is still a little guilty about the architecture of this era. The two empty halls are supported by six thick concrete pillars, which slightly reduces the sense of space.

In the hall was not only Mao Jue, there were not many relatives in Mao's family, Wen Meng, He Siyong, Wen Yuange and Mao Jue's earliest poor relatives were also found. Staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling mosaic glass, Wen Shao, who has been in charge of the glass workshop, is full of pride and gestures to the crystal lamp above.

"This thing is designed by us and supervised by us. The lampshade of the lotus bag has a total of 660 six crystal shades, which are inlaid on the steel base one by one. The small circle on the top also has 550 crystal lamps of five sizes. The entire Ming Dynasty, There is absolutely no way to find a third one!"

"Even if it is in our emperor's palace, I am afraid there is no such thing!"

Wen Shao looked as if Lu Ban was still alive, and Wen Meng was quite contemptuous. When he went up, he slapped him on the back of the head and yelled angrily.

"It's almost over! If the young master didn't remind you, you are still a tortoise in the brothel! How can you show off? Young master, don't you think so?"

The guy who dared to love saw Mao Jue coming in, and he was so familiar with the flattery that he just wanted to refute, but Wen Shao suddenly squinted his eyes, held back his words in a daze, and agreed with it all over his face That gentleman's head is full of melon seeds.

"That's right! That's right! All thanks to our young master!"

"Come on you guys!"

Mao Jue shook his head speechlessly, then went up and slapped Wenmeng on the shoulder.

"Uncle, big cousin, there are no outsiders here, so you don't need to be so famous! You choose a room first, and I will meet my father later, and I will take you to the hot spring!"

"Thank you sir!"

A few guys bowed and made Mao Jue even more speechless, but it's not easy to force them in this age, leaving these poor relatives to continue bragging... Jue walked up to the third floor.

The library is on the third floor, a large room of about 100 square meters without any partition. It is a bit high here. There is a western fireplace for heating, a row of tables in the middle, and bookshelves around it. The books, including those copied from the Wa country, were all placed on it to decorate the appearance, but how many of them were read by him, that's all.

A row of huge half-floor windows is in front of the library, and you can see Baimachuan on the opposite side. Under the mountain, the new settlement of Baimachuan built by thousands of soldiers is also busy at this time, and every household is preparing for the New Year.

Mao Wenlong was sitting on a rocking chair, his official uniform was slightly illuminated by the oil lamp next to him, and he didn't read the book at hand, but was fascinated by the lights of the thousands of houses down the mountain.

"Father!"

He didn't dare to be careless about this old guy who can smack him at any time. Mao Jue went up and made a bow respectfully. It seemed that Mao Wenlong was awakened. He stood up with the handrail, but he didn't look back. He looked down the mountain for a while , just sighed with emotion.

"Liaoyang! Tieling! It was so lively back then!"

"Sooner or later we'll get it back!"

He didn't comment on Mao Jue's words, but he seemed to be relieved from this kind of sadness. With the book behind his back, Mao Wenlong turned around and walked in front of him, and when he went up, another book was slapped on Mao Jue's head.

"You boy, if you don't study well, you will be extravagant! All your talents are used in this crooked way!"

"Well, dad, do you have to live in war!"

Finally, he showed a smile. Seeing Mao Jue scratching his head, the old guy suddenly smiled and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Come on, you boy, I can't control you! You are the landlord here, your aunt, and Shen Niang are waiting for you to come back and start the fire. Let's go!"

"Your boss is the head of the house, listen to you!"

He has been integrated into this role, maybe it came from the subconsciousness of the previous Mao Jue, Mao Jue said with a natural smile, who knows that these words seem to have fallen into Mao Wenlong's trap.

"You really listen to me?"

"Of course! You are Lao Tzu!"

"Okay, take a good look at this book!"

I was a little surprised. I looked at Mao Wenlong with his hands behind his back in astonishment, and walked up the stairs with a smile. When he lifted the title of the book, Mao Jue was confused again.

"The Art of War?"

Chapter 162. New Year's Eve

The Chinese New Year in this era is called the Chinese New Year, unlike later generations that have no taste of the New Year. Here, the New Year is an activity that the whole society interacts with, and no one will leave it.

Early in the morning, Mao Jue was still sleeping with tears in his eyes, and suddenly a cold little hand reached into the bed, chilling him with a groan.

The ancients were much more diligent than the modern people. Later generations rubbed their eyes when they went to work at seven o’clock. The cooks and maids in the Dudu’s Mansion woke up at three o’clock in the morning to be busy. Placed on the table in the banquet hall.

It's a pity that it's not for him to eat, at least not now.

Westerners once mocked Easterners like this, you make a big table of dishes and offer them, can your ancestors crawl out to eat?But the belief of the Ming people in this era is that regardless of whether the ancestors can climb out to eat, this intention must be done, so that the ancestors can smile at Jiuquan and bless future generations. It's not shape, just like Buddhism and Taoism enjoy the air of incense candles. After the ancestors have finished eating, the remaining shape is the legacy of the ancestors. The future generations need to eat it up, and we can't let it go to another family or waste it in vain.

This era is not wasteful, big fish and big meat go through a formality and then dumped, this is a luxury custom only in later generations.

Ancestor worship is of such great significance to Chinese people that even Mao Wenlong passed down a Confucian black Taoist robe Bijia, with half-white hair meticulously combed, holding incense and moving three steps, leading the entire clan team.

The ranking was also invited from the Governor's Mansion. To show respect, it was placed in the top room of the West Building. Mao Jue was slobbering, looking at the red braised pig's head of the maids, and picked up all kinds of treasures , follow behind.

However, after following into the room, even Mao Jue couldn't bring up a smile. The time that shocked him the most every year was not when the battle was in full swing and the cannons were roaring, but the time of offering sacrifices to ancestors.

Everywhere, on the high altar table, there are countless ranks densely arranged, surrounded by candles and cigarettes, the heaviness and solemnity are extraordinarily depressing, and there are only a few people who kneel down with so many ranks, Mao Wenlong , Zhang, Shen, Mao Jue, Su Yi, Adelaine!

It’s not that there are only so many Mao Jue ancestors. They all died in the past ten years. The Mao family was originally from the Liaoyang family. There are more than three hundred people, and only a dozen people from the Dudu Mansion survived. One can imagine how painful the trauma caused by the war is.

Therefore, Mao Jue would never believe that later generations gave Mao Wenlong the title of Tongjian slave. This kind of blood feud is irreconcilable!

But this year, Mao Wenlong seemed to be in a much better mood. Facing the tribal tablet, he just prayed silently, although he glanced at himself occasionally, it didn't change.After praying for an entire hour and communicating with his ancestors, Mao Wenlong stood up on his knees, and led his children out again in silence. What Mao Jue was most worried about was Adelaine, after all, she believed in Catholicism. Yes, the relationship between China and the Pope of the Vatican in later generations is so stiff because the Pope does not allow Chinese believers to worship their ancestors.

However, it seemed that he was worrying too much. This girl seemed to understand the principle of marrying a chicken as a chicken and marrying a dog as a dog. She bowed down as seriously as when praying, which reassured Mao Jue and at the same time gave her a high look.

Then it was time to serve the table. The attendants brought the dishes after the sacrificial ceremony to the hall on the second floor. Outsiders such as Wen Meng and Shen Shikui had already been waiting there. It was Mao Wenlong who sat down first, and the others sat down next to several round tables. However, what is interesting this year is that the seating times have changed again.

Although Mao Wenlong is from a martial arts family, and he doesn't pay attention to women who don't go to court, Mrs. Zhang Suyi and the others still sit at the side table by themselves, sitting with Shen Shikui's wife, three generations of wives such as Mrs. Ru.As for the chairman, Mao Wenlong can't run away when he sits in the main seat. In previous years, the deputy commander in chief, Mao Wenlong's father-in-law Shen Shikui, was next to him. But this year, after Mao Jue habitually wanted to sit down, Mao Wenlong suddenly pulled him away. Wrist, directly pulled him and sat beside her.