Daily live broadcast became popular in ancient times

Chapter 8 Burning the Ancestral Hall
  Tang Dynasty, the outskirts of Chang'an.

The trees are all autumn, and the hills and mountains only fall.

It was lunch time, and the thinly dressed girl made a table of food with simple ingredients. Her father and brother, who were wandering outside, came home on time and didn't even look at her. They just treated the girl as nothing and sat down at the table. Start eating.

The girl was also used to this scene. She went to the kitchen with her mother, grandmother, and her four sisters to eat the leftovers left over from the morning by her father and son.

More people, less food.

The food was quickly finished, and the girl hurriedly went to the yard to pick up the bucket, planning to take it to the river to wash.

Her father said in the morning that she was eating secretly and slapped her.

It’s hard for a clever woman to make a living without rice. There has been no meat in the house for a long time. She has no money. The last time she ate meat was when her second sister got married and stole a bowl of meat for the women to eat at the wedding banquet.

Yes, the bride also eats in the kitchen, with her mother-in-law and sisters.

The barrel contained a family's clothes and was higher than her head, blocking her sight and making her have to squint to see the road.

The girl put the barrel down, sat on the big rock, and then breathed a sigh of relief. While hammering the clothes, I chatted with my partner who was also doing the laundry.

They saw Ji Jiuru's live broadcast room through the river yesterday. Ji Jiuru happened to be eating at the time. They thought they were starving and made an appointment to watch the live broadcast together today.

How come there are girls who can serve at the table?
  She still eats so well, is she a fairy?

This year's harvest is not good, and father and son like to be lazy. The family is severely short of food. She often heard her father discussing with her brother about marrying off one of her sisters in exchange for winter New Year goods. Her mother cried beside her and was punched several times by her father.

The father said that he would take his younger brother to the town to see the world.

"Okay daddy, Erdan always laughs at me for not having been to the town." This was the cheering voice of his younger brother, who was so happy.

I don't care at all, who will a man sell his sister to for a good price, a brothel turtle or a cavalry merchant?

"Four girls, look, the gods seem to be in the ancestral hall."

The friend woke up the stunned girl and exclaimed, "She can actually enter the ancestral hall. What is she doing?"

She was pouring oil on the wood!
  The girl has never been to the ancestral hall, but she started cooking at the age of three and slept in the kitchen since she was a child.

She could tell at a glance what Ji Jiuru wanted to do, and the blood all over her body was boiling. The spicy smell representing excitement spread in the air, making people love and hate her.

"Damn girl, I finally found you." The old man grabbed the girl's hand and threw it to the ground. He looked for her for a long time after eating.

After he married his second daughter a few days ago, his hands were itchy and he lost twenty taels of silver in gambling, just in time to marry off his third daughter.

As long as you have three taels of silver,
  He can win back everything he lost before!

After being thrown to the ground, the four girls thought about burning the ancestral hall. They looked at a sharp stone at hand and stretched out their hands——

She is not the father and son’s money to buy wine!

At the same time, her brother was wandering around after dinner, but saw that all the men in the village had gone to the ancestral hall. Curious, he followed in and found that except for his father, all the men in the village were present, with serious expressions and looking ahead - he too look over
  I saw a large vat placed in the middle of the ancestral hall, and inside it was a moving picture!
  [Number of viewers in the live broadcast room: 100]

Ji Jiuru took out a lighter, lit a fire on the prepared torch, waited for the fire to get strong, ran to the door of the courtyard, and threw the torch on the wood of the ancestral hall from a safe distance.

Because the oil was poured in advance, the flame was like a small fish returning to the sea. It fell into the oil and swam around, and the ancestral hall was instantly submerged in the sea of ​​fire.

Make sure the fire is strong.

Ji Jiuru remembered Granny Su's instructions and took a shortcut home from the foot of the mountain, pretending that she had never been out.

The lights at Ji Tianyu's house next door were still on at such a late hour, which made it difficult for her to light them.

Ji Jiuru could only change her clothes in the dark and stuff them into her baggage under the moonlight until she went to the army tomorrow.

Hearing the sound of the ancestral hall house being burned and collapsing, Su Yuheng came out of the room excitedly and looked through the courtyard wall at the ancestral hall next to it that was swallowed up by tongues of flames. The suffering that her family had suffered over the years flashed through her eyes, and drops of water fell from her face. .

She finally got rid of it.

Fragile and vulnerable. “The village chief is in trouble, something happened!”

Some people who are light sleepers wake up at night and see a red light coming out of the west on their way back to the bedroom. They think they are dreaming. Why does the sun come out from the west?

He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and found that the red light seemed to be moving. He woke up the mother-in-law and asked her to come out and take a look.

"This looks like fire." The two looked at each other.

Broken, the two hurriedly put on their clothes.

Late at night, "Fire, fire."

The couple shouted in the silent night, trying to wake up the sleeping villagers. They went to the village chief's house with the villagers and dragged out the useless village chief Su Dachui.

Ji Tianyu had just fallen asleep, "What's that sound?" She kicked the person next to her in a daze. She didn't know whether it was her ex-husband or a strong man. The man hugged her and whispered, "You go to sleep first, I'll go outside and take a look." After that, I put on a cotton-padded jacket and went out.

After leaving the yard, Ji Yaohua stood not far away and looked around to see him coming out. "Dad, the ancestral hall seems to be on fire." Do they want to put out the fire?
  This ancestral hall was not paid for by the Ji family, and it had nothing to do with him. If it was burned, just burn it.

"Your mother is sleeping. You should go back to sleep too. Your second father and I will go and see if everything is okay." He went back to wake up the strong man and went to the ancestral hall together. When they walked away, Ji Jiuru pretended to be woken up, came out and asked Ji Yaohua, "What's wrong?"

"The ancestral hall is on fire. Our fathers have already gone. Aren't you going to the city tomorrow? Go back and continue sleeping, otherwise you will not be energetic tomorrow." Ji Yaohua was not interested and planned to go back to sleep.

"Okay" Ji Jiuru really went back to sleep.

[The anchor burns the ancestral hall, do you want to pay for it? ]

[The little girl actually set fire to the ancestral hall. I have already gone to the Yamen to report it. They are on their way to arrest you! ]

The audience in the live broadcast room started to quarrel and the screen was refreshed.

[People in the village don’t know it was the anchor who did it]
  [If I remember correctly, the ancestral hall was built with the money given by the old lady. It seems to be her private money]
  The ancestral hall was indeed built with Su Yuheng's money. It was the money she earned from teaching in Peking when she was a widow. She didn't feel much about it at the time, but she didn't expect that when she got old, she would think about destroying the ancestral hall every day.

I didn’t turn off the live broadcast, and I didn’t care about the ancestral hall.

Ji Jiuru was so tired that she lay on the bed, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping.

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The sun rises in the east and looks curiously at the ruined ancestral hall and the quarreling villagers. This day happens to be the winter solstice.

Ji Jiuru was not among the crowd. She was carrying her luggage and waiting for someone to arrive at the entrance of the village. Two people next to her looked at her profile and said, "Have you felt that Ji Jiuru has changed a lot recently?"

"What?" Another person wondered, no.

"I feel like she's become more aggressive. When I look at her, I feel like my heart is beating very fast and I'm about to explode. Fortunately, I react quickly." The boy said seriously.

"what?"

"Ji Yaohua, you nerd is really hopeless!"

"Zhang Sheng, I haven't seen you speak so aggressively in a few days."

"I'm not Zhang Sheng!" "Okay, Li Si"

"I'm not John Doe either!" "Oh"

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  Ji Yaohua patted her aunt's shoulder, who was the same age as her, "Jiuru, I'm going back first. See you when school starts."

Ji Jiuru nodded "Yes".

Aren't you here to see someone off? No one has left yet! I was originally envious of her for being able to pat Ji Jiuru on the shoulder casually.

The boy was speechless.

When Ji Yaohua walked away, the boy felt like he had fallen into a honeypot. The air between him and Ji Jiuru became thick and sweet, and a suffocating feeling surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)