Chapter 354: It Didn’t Say Our Ancestors Could Not Roll

At first, the conversation was normal, but later on, it seemed to become more and more strange.

As the villagers listened, they were stunned and confused, and they looked at each other.

"this?"

The younger people didn't hear anything wrong, but the older people swallowed and subconsciously looked towards the old men and women in the village.

However, the old men and women in the village seemed not to feel the gazes of the younger generations. They looked at their noses with their eyes and their hearts with their noses calmly.

Some old men and women were muttering in their hearts, why are you staring at us? Now that the eldest lady is the most senior in Taohua Village, naturally what she says goes.

Besides, what my aunt said makes sense. There is no one in Taohua Village who only eats and does nothing.

Since our ancestors are receiving the incense and worship from the younger generations, it is their duty to bless us all.

No one has mentioned this matter before, but there is nothing wrong with me bringing it up now.

Otherwise, I would have to worry about everything, and that would make me so tired.

Bai Taobing had no idea that the villagers behind her were complaining in their hearts, and she continued to chatter with confidence.

"I know you've worked hard all your life, and now it's time to lie down and enjoy your life down there, but your old arms and legs need to move around, otherwise you won't have the face to sit down and enjoy the delicious food during festivals..."

"Look at the neighbors next door. Aren't the ancestors of other families working hard to seek benefits and advantages for the younger generations above them?"

"We are all ancestors, you don't want to be inferior to others, right?"

"The younger ones are all sensible and well-behaved. They are too embarrassed to speak up, but as an aunt, I can't help but bring it up to them."

"I am the most powerful person in Taohua Village now, and you are all under my jurisdiction, so I will give you a task today. Don't just lie down, think about the younger generations who are still offering you good things during the holidays..."

Bai Tao didn't think there was anything wrong with her getting involved with someone who had already turned into a skeleton.

She thought to herself, this is just the beginning. Nowadays, every year during the Qingming Festival, many people go all over the mountains and fields to look for their ancestors, and it is common to find people worshipping the wrong ancestors.

Well, since you have received the incense, don't distinguish between your own family and those outside of it. Just bless everyone. After all, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang.

No one has ever said that ancestors cannot be rolled up.

The elderly men and women in the village didn't say a word, and the others just listened obediently.

Somehow, the more they listened, the more they felt that it was right, and that was exactly the case.

My aunt understands us so well.

The villagers listened to Bai Tao praising them and asking their ancestors to bless them. They felt warm from the inside out, as if they had drunk a bowl of hot ginger soup on a winter day.

When the villagers heard Bai Tao giving tasks to their ancestors, they were even more surprised: Is this possible?

Hiss, it seems that this is possible. After all, in the past, when offering sacrifices to their ancestors every year, everyone would ask for the ancestors’ blessings.

Bai Tao finally finished her long talk. Because she was small, if she burned incense by herself, she would have to use her hands and feet to climb up the half-person-high incense burner to insert the incense. The posture was too ugly and seemed disrespectful.

She handed the incense in her hand to the side. Bai Dashan, who had been waiting for a long time, hurried forward, took it respectfully, and then carefully inserted it into the incense burner.

"What about these?" Bai Tao asked about the tablets standing on the left and right.

Bai Dashan quickly said, "Aunt, you are of a higher generation, and these are younger than you, so..."

All the tablets in the ancestral hall can be worshipped by the villagers, except Bai Tao. Those who are of the same generation as her or younger than her are picked out and placed on the left and right sides. The purpose is to avoid her from offering incense. After all, it is not reasonable for younger people to receive respect from older people.

When Bai Tao heard this, she waved her little hand and ordered, "Bring me some incense. I'll chat with them for a while."

The person had been dead for who knows how long, so she just lit a stick of incense and there was nothing wrong with that.

How can she get them to work hard if she doesn't burn incense?

Bai Dashan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the old people from the village standing in the front row in the yard.

Seeing that they had no objection, he followed Bai Tao's advice and got her a new incense.

Bai Tao muttered to the tablets on both sides for a few minutes before handing the incense to Bai Dashan, clapped her hands, and mumbled in a baby voice.

"Well, I've told you enough today. You're not kids anymore, you know what's going on."

"I think you are all sensible people. If anyone has any objections or is unwilling to work hard, just send a dream to Dashan."

Bai Dashan's hand, which was holding incense, paused. What?
What did the aunt say?
Bai Tao: "Remember to tell your name, family, and descendants who are still alive when you dream, otherwise it's easy to make mistakes."

Bai Dashan grinned, a smile uglier than crying: "Aunt, I, I, I..."

"What are you afraid of!" Bai Tao snorted, "I want to see which ancestor can bear to watch the younger generation suffer without helping."

"When the time comes, remember his name. I will have their descendants talk to them properly."

After hearing this, Bai Dashan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up. What the aunt said was right. Which elder would bear to see his younger generation embarrassed?

He said happily, "Yes, auntie, I will definitely record every detail."

Bai Tao nodded: "Yeah."

After hearing this, the villagers in the courtyard felt nervous. What, what? What?

My ancestors wouldn't let me down, right?

Many people have already started praying silently in their hearts before they even start burning incense.

My ancestors, it is me, your grandson (granddaughter). I have done a lot in the past year, and my aunt praised me a lot, which brought a lot of honor to our family line...

Originally, the procedure of offering sacrifices to ancestors and burning incense would not take much time, but because of Bai Tao's words.

Next, when the villagers began to burn incense, they knelt in front of the tablet for several minutes without getting up, for fear that their ancestors would not receive the message, and they repeated the words over and over in their hearts.

After all, if their ancestors are not strong enough, they won’t be able to hold their heads up in the village.

"Ancestors, I am your junior. When I was a child, you saw me in my dreams." Whether this happened or not, it is true.

As an ancestor, it would be unworthy if you don’t even visit your newborn offspring.

I believe that if this is true, even our ancestors would be embarrassed to admit it.

"Ancestors, please have pity on me..."

"Ancestors, whether your grandson (granddaughter) can stand up straight in the village, whether other villagers can look up to him, whether other villagers can laugh at him for not being loved by his ancestors, it all depends on you..."

Bai Dashan stood in the middle of the ancestral hall. He first kowtowed three times respectfully in front of the tablet in the middle, then kowtowed to the left and right, and then took a deep breath.

Come on, see you tomorrow~~~