The number one scholar is a piece of shit that everyone wants

In the second half of the night, Ye Fanxing, who had begun to give up everything, slept very soundly.

The only difference was that when I got up in the morning, I felt that the room was a little colder than usual.

Looking out through the window, the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. Ye Fanxing was suspicious. System No. 1 reported: Wasn't there light snow in the previous three days?

How come it's so thick in just over three hours?

"Husband, where did you put the yellow paper at home?"

Song Haoming entered the room and saw Ye Fanxing woke up, so he started asking.

"Yellow paper?"

"Well, today is October 1st, the Cold Clothes Festival. Will you go with me to visit my grandparents' graves?"

After hearing what Song Haoming said, Ye Fanxing remembered that today was not only the first day of early winter, but also the Ghost Festival.

This yellow paper is what we commonly call burning paper in modern times.

In modern times, the Cold Clothes Festival is regarded as one of the three major "ghost festivals" along with the Qingming Festival and the Zhongyuan Festival.

Ye Fanxing's understanding of the existence of the Cold Clothes Festival is literal. The living people know to buy new clothes when it's cold, and the same should be true for those who have passed away.

"Let's go, all three of us will go!"

Ye Fanxing got up and went to the grocery room where things were stored. He searched around and finally found a small dusty basket in the corner.

When the cloth on the basket was lifted, sacrificial items such as yellow paper, incense, and candles were seen inside.

There aren't many things, but they are all complete.

Ye Fanxing handed the basket to Song Haoming, thought for a moment and said, "Don't rush to go, wait and make some tributes."

Song Haoming was just about to say that there was no need to go through so much trouble when he saw his husband turn around and go to the kitchen.

Song Haoming originally did not intend to agree with Ye Fanxing's previous suggestion that the three of them as a family go to visit the grave.

After all, in their Daliu Village, boys and girls have always been forbidden to enter the cemetery.

On second thought, there were not only his grandparents but also his husband's mother in the cemetery at the west end of the village. This was a good opportunity to let their relatives in the afterlife know that the three of them were living well.

After Ye Fanxing prepared breakfast, he began to make five simple home-cooked dishes for ancestor worship. The dishes contained five flavors: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and pungent, so they were also called the five-flavor bowl.

After breakfast, the family of three came to the cemetery carrying food boxes and baskets of paper for burning.

First, they paid homage to Song Haoming's grandparents, and then to the original owner's mother, Ru Niang. As for what Song Haoming said to them and what he promised, Ye Fanxing didn't have time to think about it.

Anyway, he kept repeating this sentence, "Ancestors, please bless our family of three to safely get through this long winter!"

Maybe they went there early, and on the way back, they didn't see anyone there or not!

……

"Dad, it's only the first day of winter, and it's snowing so heavily?"

Jiang Ying was sweeping the snow in front of the door while Qian Li, who was sitting in the main room with a worried look on his face, was muttering to himself.

He still remembered what Song had told him before, that the cold winter would last for six months. It was only the first day of early winter and it was already so cold. How would he live in the future?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The urgent sound of banging on the door made Qian Lizheng even more upset and angry.

"Who is it? You're knocking so urgently. Is there a dog chasing you, or are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"Uncle village head, help! If you don't stop them, they will beat my father to death!"

Upon hearing that someone was going to die, Qian Lizheng quickly opened the gate. Standing outside the yard was Ye Yongsheng's youngest son Ye Wenyang, who was an apprentice in town.

Qian Lizheng asked a few simple questions and found out that the "people" Ye Wenyang was referring to were members of the Ye family, so he didn't want to bother with the matter anymore.

The Ye family is biting each other, and as an outsider, is he really going to get bitten?

The cause of the incident can be traced back to the two things of hoarding grain and rushing to harvest. On the surface, Ye Yongsheng did not rush to harvest or hoard grain. He set a benchmark example in front of the Ye family!

But his family's grain was harvested from the inside out in the middle of the night. Not only was it harvested in secret, the way it was harvested was also unexpected.

Take rice for example. The rice ears were all cut with scissors and brought home. Only some near the fields were not cut. The reason why they were not cut is obvious.

Not to mention stockpiling food, otherwise Ye Wenyang would not have appeared in the village today.

Although Qian Lizheng didn't want to get involved, he couldn't resist Ye Wenyang's nagging.

But before going to Ye Yongsheng's house, he made a special trip to the Song family. As he got older, he especially liked to laugh at the Ye family.

Just then I saw Song Haoming and his family of three coming back from outside.

What shocked him was not what they were doing in such a cold weather, but that Song Haoming could stand up.

"Song boy...good! Good! Good!"

Qian Lizheng usually wouldn't visit anyone's house on his own initiative, so if he came to see me, he must have something going on.

"Uncle Qian, it's cold outside, let's go inside and talk."

"No, I still have to go to that stubborn old man Ye Yongsheng..."

Mr. and Mrs. Song Haoming were amazed by what Qian Lizheng said. They looked at each other and smiled. They knew the meaning of each other's eyes without words.

They all felt that Ye Yongsheng had brought this upon himself!

"Uncle Qian, I think you should stop interfering in their clan's affairs."

"Yeah, I thought so too! But..."

Ye Fanxing saw that Qian Li was looking at him, so he stopped thinking and quickly took Xiao Nan'er into the house. He didn't want to get involved in the mess of the Ye family anymore.

"Since Uncle Qian, you go, I have something to say, kid. I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Hurry up and tell me, is there anything we uncle and nephew cannot talk about?"

"After my husband asked to be expelled from the clan, the Ye family has no successors now. The land, property, and money they left behind, won't they belong to whoever adopts them?"

"what……"

When Qian Lizheng heard the word "adoption", he exclaimed in surprise, not for any other reason, but because he seemed to have heard Ye Wenyang mention it today.

Ye Yongsheng's little abacus is really good!

"The people of the Ye family have always put their own interests first. Once you tell them about this, they will definitely not have the time to hold on to Patriarch Ye!"

When Song Haoming saw Qian Lizheng's expression, he knew that he had something in mind, so he added a few more words to exaggerate the matter.

In short, the goal is to stir up trouble in the Ye family's stagnant waters of Daliushan Village.

After seeing Qian Lizheng off, Song Haoming pushed the door open and entered the yard, where he saw the two people he cherished most in his life playing and fighting in the snow.

In the moment of distraction, two snowballs, one big and one small, hit him.

He shook his head helplessly. His legs were not fully healed yet, so he definitely couldn't run. Did he want to be a sitting target?

Looking at the snowballs that were thrown at him again, he could only beg for mercy: "Husband, Nan'er, can I admit defeat?"

"Okay! But those who admit defeat will be punished!"

"..."

"I'll punish you by making a snowman for my son and I to enjoy."

"Okay! Build a snowman, Daddy builds a snowman!"