My luck can go against the sky

Yinshi, moment.

The old man Luo Si opened the iron lock of the ancestral hall with a cane, walked into the ancestral hall, looked at the well on the left side of the courtyard, and immediately looked at the ancestral tablets on the ancestral hall.

Turn on the light gently, and the courtyard of the ancestral hall suddenly lit up.

Walked to the ancestral tablet, in front of the shrine, lit a candle, and took out three sticks of incense from the incense box on the side to light it together, worshipped three times, and inserted it into the incense burner.

He took a stack of yellow paper from the other side of the shrine, and burned it while chanting: "My ancestor, bless my ancestor."

"The stockade is about to see the sun again, and I hope that our ancestors will bless me."

The long incense burned quickly, and a plume of green smoke hovered in the ancestral hall for a long time.

When Luo Si saw this, he was overjoyed and re-ignited the three-pillar long incense. After inserting it into the incense burner, he sat aside, closed his eyes, and waited for the dawn.

Outside the ancestral hall, there was an exclamation first.

Then there was a low groaning cry.

Then a series of footsteps sounded, and not long after, the cries became one piece.

Inside the ancestral hall, Luo Si opened his eyes and looked at the wing, with a smile on his face, and he kept muttering in his heart.

"It's coming, it's coming, it's only one day, and you will be able to get out of the stockade immediately."

The door of the ancestral hall opened again, and Luo Dehai stood at the door and nodded towards Luo Si, with a circle of yellowish twine wrapped around his arm.

In the wing room.

Han Zirong slowly opened his eyes and frowned as he listened to the crying outside.

Carefully took the Zhengxiang Xiaoguai who was sleeping on his body from his body and covered the quilt. Only then did Han Zirong sit up, put on his clothes, and walked slightly out of the wing.

"What's wrong? Old man?"

"How do I hear someone crying?"

Han Zirong looked at Luo Sidao.

Luo Si shook his head and sighed a long sigh: "Hey, someone has died, it's okay, it's the one who has reached the age of death, joy and mourning, auspicious."

"It made you sleep, go back and go back to sleep, it's okay."

When he woke up, he was awakened again. Han Zirong could still fall asleep at this time. He rubbed his face vigorously to make himself look more energetic. Then he said, "If you need my help, please say ha."

With that, Han Zirong raised his leg and walked out.

Click, click.

The ground is a bit moist and watery.

Han Zirong frowned and looked down at his feet. He remembered clearly that the ground here was dry when he came in, why is it wet now?

It didn't rain either.

Han Zirong turned to look at Luo Si and asked, "Master, is your ancestral hall leaking?"

Luo Si's relaxed heart suddenly raised, looked at Han Zirong's feet, and quickly explained, "Hi, that's the water I poured."

"It's dry this day. You just burned the yellow paper and you don't have to splash the ash with water. It won't be good if you fly up and set the house on fire soon."

"That one burn is a big piece, don't dare to be careful."

Han Zirong nodded, suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "You get up so early."

As he said, Han Zirong looked at the shrine, and the long incense was still burning down a little bit. After the green smoke circled the beam, it followed the gap and drifted outside the house.

Luo Si waved his hand and said indifferently: "Old man, I am old, no matter where I am like you young people, I can sleep until dawn."

"When I was young, if I had no work to do, I would sleep until noon all night and get up to do two big bowls of rice."

After that, Luo Si sighed and sighed: "It's not alright now. I woke up several times in one night."

"Even if you eat, you can only eat a little bit. It's not that you have no appetite, you just can't eat it."

While listening to Luo Si's words, Han Zirong wandered around the ancestral hall and looked around.

The ancestral hall is obviously some years old, and the overall building is still made of wood. Only the outer walls are made of cement and bricks.

Reaching out and knocking on the pillar, Han Zirong took a closer look. Good fellow, it's still golden nanmu.

Han Zirong's eyes swept away, looking at the ancestral hall's Yiying timber, which was all old and valuable timber.

In my mind, I slightly estimated that this ancestral hall would cost 300 million less.

Then he stopped in front of the spiritual position and looked at the high-hanging portrait on the wall and said, "Master, there are still portraits left on your ancestor."

Luo Si cast a glance at the portrait, then smiled and said, "I just kept this one. Our ancestor in the stockade is a scholar of Ming Dynasty."

Han Zirong froze for a moment, and said, "Oh, that's great. Now we are also high-ranking officials, and most people don't even see each other."

After all, Han Zirong didn't stop, then wandered around, and walked to the side of the well. Han Zirong looked at the deep well with his probe.

Sitting on the chair, Luo Si immediately looked at Han Zirong tightly, and quickly stood up and said, "You can't get too close if you are a posterior. If you fall, you can't save it."

"This well is deep."

"But the water in our well is a sweet well. We usually make tea, wash rice and cook rice. We use water from this well in our village."

After that, Luo Si picked up the teapot on the side and poured it into a bowl, and said to Han Zirong: "I will taste it later, this water is sweet."

Han Zirong did not refuse, and came to sit down beside the old man, picked up the bowl, and drank in one gulp.

The coldness swept across Han Zirong's body, the spiritual power in Han Zirong's body was shaken, the chill dissipated, and a trace of sweetness suddenly appeared from the tongue coating.

Han Zirong frowned and looked at Luo Sidao: "Master, you can't drink more of this water. It's a bit cold. Drinking too much is bad for your health."

Luo Si waved his hand and said dismissively: "Our ancestors in the village drank this water, and no one was sick."

"If you don't hide it, you said that in our stockade, there is no such thing as a serious illness. It is a minor illness. It only happens in a few years."

Han Zirong pressed his eyebrows after hearing Luo Si's words, but did not speak much.

The two chatted in this way until the day broke.

At this hour, the dog sniffs and crows.

The cries in the stockade are also getting louder.

Luo Dehai pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall and looked at Luo Sidao: "Master, everything is arranged. What do you think is missing?"

Luo Sichao Luo Dehai stared and said, "It's all this big, so why don't you use me to say it?"

"What should be prepared, what should be done, I haven't told you many times, go and go, this time you are the master."

"I have to come for everything, what should I do if I am going to die in the future?"

Luo Dehai nodded sullenly, then looked at Han Zirong and said, "Brother, I was sorry last night. There was really no bed in the house, and the lady-in-law had a bad temper. She would not let outsiders come in."

"Sorry, sorry, if you don't rush to leave today, we will stay in our stockade for a few more days."

"The old people in the stockade are leaving, so there are more people to join in the fun, so as not to be too deserted."

After all, Luo Dehai seemed to think of something, and said quickly: "You don't need to pack gift money, just wait until the time comes and people will go."

"Our stockade is not like the outside. Old people will not accept those if they leave."

Luo Dehai said it sincerely and enthusiastically, only to look at Han Zirong eagerly.

Han Zirong couldn't refuse when seeing this, so he nodded.

"Okay, brother doesn't dislike us for eating and drinking for nothing."

But my heart is full of doubts about everything in this stockade.

Yesterday was extremely indifferent, and today he seemed very polite, which is not like a normal country village.

Han Zirong felt that this stockade was really weird.

Especially this old man and this man beside him, how they looked, how did Han Zirong feel weird.

The door of the wing opened, and Tie Zhongyun stood by the door while tidying up his clothes. Although he was dilapidated, he still blocked all the places that should be blocked.

Luo Si saw it, and quickly said: "My god, what did you do in this later life, how did you dress like this."

"No, I will find you a suit to wear."

After that, he quickly got up and walked outside the door.