My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 2
Su Chen touched the small token in his hand. It was neither gold nor iron, but dark and hard.

Thinking about the weird dream just now, it seems that there is this sign in the skinny palm. Could it be this?
He guessed in his heart that it might also have something to do with the spiritual tablets offered in the ancestral hall. After all, he vaguely remembered a sentence in the dream: "I will send you a piece of incense..."

Could this 'blessing' token be obtained in exchange for the merit bar?

Su Chen toyed with it over and over, but didn't feel it had any effect. It was just like an ordinary iron sign with a name engraved on it. He was thinking about trying water, fire and other methods. However, if it didn't work, a respectful voice in the courtyard shouted:
"Third Young Master, it's time to go eat."

The waiter outside told the time accurately. Su Chen disconnected from his thoughts, put the token into his sleeve, opened the door and went out.

When I arrived at the place, I didn't see the eldest brother and the second brother, but the two brothers and sisters-in-law were there. When they saw the uncle, the two beautiful women gave them a slight blessing. The second sister-in-law moved inside and subconsciously Create some distance.

Su Chen didn't pay attention to his second sister-in-law's actions. He apologized and went to invite his parents over for dinner. Before he reached the door of the room, he could vaguely hear his father Su Congfang's voice.

"I have already told him to do something with his two brothers."

"It's good to follow Su Yong and Su Lie, but if Chen'er can't do it well, it will make people laugh." At this time, a soft woman's voice said.

"Then I have to go. I've been idle all day long, and even offered spiritual tablets of unknown origin. He actually said they were from his ancestors. I'm so angry. How could I have such a son?"

"No matter how naughty he is, he's still your son. We didn't teach him well, so why should we blame him?"

The annoying cicadas chirped one after another, and Su Congfang sat down silently in the slightly opened window.

"My husband only hopes that he can stand alone in the future. There may be some instability recently."

"Haosheng said, Chen'er will listen..."

In the bright sky, the following words could not be heard clearly. Su Chen pursed his lips and left silently, walked around the atrium, and then returned to the hall. The table was filled with dishes, including sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, crispy pancakes, and various dishes. The porcelain bowl is filled with steam.

Soon, the eldest brother Su Yong and the second brother Su Lie accompanied their father, and then sat next to their respective wives. The former was wearing a white gold embroidered robe on the outside and a cyan singlet on the inside. They were talking softly to their father Su Congfang. When they saw Su Chen coming back, The second brother smiled and nodded; the second brother wore a black robe with a purple hem and a brown beaded belt around his waist. He carried vegetables on his sleeves and handed them to his wife next to him.

"Father, eldest brother, second brother!" Su Chen greeted him one by one, and saw that the seat next to his father was empty, "Why don't you see your mother?"

When Su Congfang saw her youngest son coming in, she straightened her face and asked him to sit aside. "Your mother is a little sick. Su Huan has sent breakfast to the room. I sit next to your elder brother. I have something important to do." Tell you."

Su Huan is Su Chen's sister-in-law.

"Yes!"

Su Chen walked around to one side, smiled at the second sister-in-law who glanced at him, lifted up his robe and sat down. His eldest brother Su Yong chatted with Su Lie for a while, holding the bowl of porridge and looking away, "I'm going to go out to do some work this afternoon. Porridge, food, and relief for the victims, you will follow me as my brother."

"Second brother, are you coming together?"

"He is busy with other things. Father will come over later after taking care of the matter. You rarely go out of the city, and you have never experienced some scenes. The drought has been severe recently, and the people in the two counties can't survive. Many people come to Ding'an City. Now outside the city Thousands of people have gathered. Your second brother and I ran around the city yesterday and summoned some wealthy households." Su Yong tapped the edge of the bowl with his chopsticks.

Su Chen didn't want to go with him. The eldest brother was the heir, so he should do these things, and the matter of the spiritual tablets was still on his mind.

"You are a descendant of the Su family, you can't do nothing." Su Yong probably saw what he was thinking, and patted the back of Su Chen's hand: "It's okay, I'll protect you for my brother. That's it, we'll wait. I will go out with my brother first, and we will go outside the city together after noon."

Su Congfang put down the bowl and chopsticks and tapped her fingertips on the table: "Learn more from your eldest and second brothers. When this matter is over, my father will ask Mr. Fang, the bachelor of Longteng Pavilion, to come over and get your cousin's name."

"Ok."

No choice, his father made the final decision, and Su Chen couldn't escape even if he wanted to. Listening to his father and brother chatting about the drought outside the city, he had a hasty breakfast, and then went to pay his respects to his mother.

The woman must have caught a cold and coughed a little, so she pulled Su Chen beside the bed.

"Follow your elder brother when you go out, and listen to him more, you know?"

"Don't worry, mother."

Su Chen propped his chin next to him and listened to his mother's nagging. The eldest brother was indeed destined to be a heir, and he was very familiar with all kinds of situations. When he became a marquis, he should continue to be a rich man.

Just after noon, Su Chen followed his brother to the outside of the city.

At this time, the situation of the victims was not particularly serious. The door was not closed, but the interrogation was intensified. Crowds of people in the suburbs, families and acquaintances gathered in small groups, and countless low conversations were heard. Intertwined together, the result is a buzzing noise.

Su Chen lifted the car curtain and forgot to talk to his brother. He was lost in thought and looked at the numb and panic-stricken faces that passed through his eyes.

Whether he is fighting for fame or sincerely saving people, as long as the victims can have a mouthful of food and avoid starving to death, he will fully support it.

When we arrived at the soup kitchen, the government had already prepared everything. It was half a mile away from the sheds of about a dozen large families. Under the scorching sun, the numb victims gathered together. After hearing the noise, they stood up slowly, as if Smelling the aroma of the porridge, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

I don't know who shouted: "The government is giving out porridge!"

"Everyone grab it!"

Thousands of figures ran towards the porridge shed like crazy. The crowd surged and pushed each other. Some people fell down and some cursed angrily. The old woman who fell hugged her arm that was stepped on and cried loudly.

"Ouch... it hurts me to step on it!"

"Mother!!"

"Don't squeeze!"

The guards and government officials who were guarding the porridge shed stood in front with swords and long sticks. From time to time, they beat those who came in disorder and shouted: "Line up, everyone is there, come one by one!"

Many disaster victims and beggars inside and outside the city were holding tattered and dirty bowls. They passed the sight of the guards one by one with food on their faces. They filled up a large spoonful of gruel and received a medium-sized steamed bun. Someone was so kind. Thank you very much. Some people were silent. After receiving the food, for fear of being snatched by others, they quickly squatted in the corner to eat and drink with the bowls in hand, even licking the bottom of the bowls clean.

Su Chen was also helping out. Instead of his brother leading people around, he preferred to serve porridge to each of the victims with a spoon. Naturally, Guard Thirteen complained a little, feeling that the dignified Third Young Master actually did someone else's work and was in trouble. He was also serving steamed buns beside him.

After a while, Su Yong brought a group of soldiers over. He asked a servant to take over Su Chen's work, "Father is coming soon. Don't do these chores yet."

"When?"

Su Chen took the handkerchief handed over by Thirteen and wiped his hands. Just as he said this, in the corner of his eye, there was a commotion at the city gate. At the heavily guarded city gate, soldiers withdrew their horses and fences. A team of 20 cavalrymen led the way, and more than a hundred soldiers armed with iron spears and spears protected a carriage.After that, they stopped a little in front of the porridge shed. Su Congfang was helped out by the driver, and he saw the two people on the opposite side striding past.

"how?"

Su Congfang's words seemed to be asking Su Chen or Su Yong. The latter quickly replied: "Back to my father, everything went smoothly and there was no trouble."

Su Chen watched the steadfast reply between his eldest brother and his father, and curled his lips slightly. Although they were father and son, there was no caring tone like that between relatives. When he traveled through time, he saw the eldest brother as the heir apparent. He has always been groomed as the next Marquis of the Su family. He seems to have a lot of power, but in fact, he rarely feels the familiarity between relatives.

"Your eldest brother praised you just now. If you did what you did today on weekdays, you would save a lot of worry as a father." After talking to her eldest son, Su Congfang turned around, her tone could not be heard to be harsh or gratifying.

Su Chen had that careless look again: "I know, dad."

I thought in my mind to drive him back to the house quickly.

But Su Congfang asked him to follow, looked around for a while, then walked to the porridge shed on a whim, drove away a servant, rolled up her sleeves and personally served steamed buns to the victims.Su Chen, who was called, had no choice but to cooperate and pick up the big spoon again.

At this time, the porridge soup area was still overcrowded. After the people who had received the steamed buns and porridge finished eating, they wiped the bottom of the bowl and a long queue formed. The temperature was hot, and the soldiers in armor looked at the crowd with lances in their hands. , the sounds of shouting, crying, and whispering turned into hypnotic magic sounds in my ears.

Suddenly, there was a sudden noise in the long queue, and then, screams spread, and in a moment, more people screamed.

"Ouch, I killed someone!"

The sleepy soldier suddenly woke up and looked at the guards and nursing staff who were maintaining order. Then they went over to see what was going on.

There were seven or eight people waiting at the porridge shed. Su Chen scooped up a spoonful of porridge and shouted: "Next one." When he looked at the victims receiving the porridge in front of him, he suddenly felt something in his sleeves. Burned him.

He quickly put down his spoon and touched his cuffs. The victim who had not yet received the porridge turned and walked towards the steamed buns. Several people behind the man walked around in front of Su Chen.

"You haven't received the porridge yet!"

Su Chen was surprised for a moment, and then, a cold light shone in his eyes. The first victim who walked to the steamer pulled out a dagger from his sleeve.

A soldier nearby widened his eyes and shouted: "There is an assassin!"

The next moment the sound resounded, the soldier swooped out with a spear, and the victim who took out the dagger jumped onto the long table, disintegrated in the steamer and threw it in the air. The steamed buns were poured out, and they collided with the soldier, and the dagger slashed across them. Blood splattered from the soldiers' necks, and the flying spears were nailed to the wooden pillars.

In an instant, the second victim flew towards the astonished Su Congfang.

puff!
Blood sprayed out, and the assassin stabbed the dagger into Su Congfang's abdomen.

"father!"

Su Chen reacted, threw the big spoon, and hit the assassin on the head. When the wooden spoon bounced away, Guard Thirteen slammed into him, pulled out the sword from the sheath, and dragged out a gleam of cold light.The assassin pulled out his dagger and flew up into the air. The long table where the steamed buns were distributed was suddenly cut into two sections by the long sword.

In a sudden scene, more soldiers came to their senses and rushed towards the porridge shed.

Third, the No. 4 assassin threw something into his arms. It flew into the air and exploded with a bang. Densely packed fine needles shot out like raindrops. They jingled against the armor and bounced countless sparks. Some of them also hit the human face. Countless pinholes shot out of the door, and he screamed with blood on his face.

In a moment, Su Chen took advantage of Thirteen's opportunity to entangle the second assassin and rushed towards Su Congfang who was on the ground. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled back. In an instant, the first assassin turned his head and looked at the corpse of a soldier. Here, then, an afterimage rushed towards him.

The dagger grazed the air, creating a whistling wind.

Su Chen instinctively let go and rolled away. He moved the edge of the blade close to the back of his head and cut off a few strands of hair. When it fell, something fell out of his sleeve and made a 'ding' sound when it fell to the ground.
It's that dark token.

"Third Young Master!" Guard Thirteen waved the long sword in his hand with a cold light, forced the assassin in front of him away, tilted his head and shouted in a hissing voice.

The assassin in the hayloft flipped the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Su Chen again.

The dust on the ground caressed slightly and rolled in the wind, and the token on the ground flashed with a faint light.

The charging assassin suddenly paused, his eyes tightened instantly. On the opposite side of the field of vision, behind the person called Third Young Master, there was a faint silhouette standing. He was wearing a crown, twelve robes, a black crown, and his legs were covered. The knees are covered with vermilion, and a ribbon and red harness hang from the waist.

The silhouette of the man was glaring angrily.

"What the hell..." The assassin was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Su Chen slowly stood up from the ground, with a different expression on his face than before. He took a step, the dust around his feet blew and spread, his eyes bloomed with majesty, his arms suddenly raised, and his wide sleeves waved away. , there seemed to be another voice in his voice followed by the shouting.

"Right and left, capture one person and kill the rest!"

The moment he finished speaking, behind the fence a little further outside the porridge shed, a man from the theater watching the theater with an iron gun on his back squeezed through the crowd and walked out, and jumped over the fence.

The moment his steps hit the ground, his body ran wildly.

Tread...  

There were rapid footsteps approaching from far away, and the moment they rushed into the porridge shed, their toes touched the ground, and a man in green shirt jumped up with a spear in hand.

hum!
There was a long roar of gunfire, and the man threw it out with a swipe, making a roaring sound.

when!
The head of the gun blocked the dagger and grazed its edge, then penetrated directly through the ragged body. It flew backwards and was nailed to the wooden pillar of the porridge shed with a bang, causing the shed to creak and shake.

The assassin's whole body was hanging on the gun.

Suddenly, several assassins stopped and looked at the porridge shed. Su Chen glanced at the knight who rushed in. The man was dressed in a green shirt and a bamboo hat. He stepped forward and pulled his spear from the people and wooden pillars. Pull out.

He took off his bamboo hat, his hair was neatly combed, a strand of black hair dangled in front of his forehead, a thick and short beard on his chin, and his eyes were bright under his thick eyebrows.

The man turned the tip of his gun and put it on the ground. When the blood on the tip of the gun spattered and fell to the ground, he raised his hand towards Su Chen and said, "I wish you justice in the green forest and grass, and I pay my respects to the third young master!"

　Wei Lue said: Kui was captured by aid, but Kui refused to worship him. He said to aid, "Who is the prince who has been in the county for many years and does not know what to do?" It was placed in a closed earth cellar at Huguan and covered with wheels to make people stick to it.When he was about to kill him, Kui called the guard from the cellar and said, "There is no healthy child here, so why should a righteous man die here?" At that time, there was a man who wished justice, and he was not an old friend of Kui, but he heard his words and felt pity for him to keep his integrity. In times of danger, thieves went to lure them out at night, broke their weapons and sent them away without saying their names.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)