Hunting College

　　 Zheng Qing came to the kitchen and saw her mother was sorting out the evening meal.

　　 Kill chicken, slaughter fish, cut beef, fried shrimp, wash all kinds of vegetables, fruits and vegetables, put them in different bowls and bowls for use.

　　 The fire on the stove started in the morning, and there was almost no chance of going out. Whether it is stewed pork ribs or stuffed chicken, it is a very test of heat and patience.

　　 When I was a child, every Chinese New Year, apart from going out to have fun with my friends, Zheng Qing’s favorite place was the kitchen. Because here from morning to night, you can eat a variety of freshly cooked delicacies almost all day.

Freshly cut red and bright beef, stewed chicken feet, meatballs drained in a bamboo basket, fried golden octopus, and white lotus root slices, fresh yuba, etc., all kinds of delicacies are flooded with In sight, it is coveted. It's just that before the table is served, the children rarely have the opportunity to feast. They can only sneak a little from the plate while the adults are not paying attention, like a fishy cat.

Of course, now Zheng Qing has gotten rid of the predicament of sneaking a little bit of food when he was a child. He can walk into the kitchen freely at any time and try a little bit in the tone of his mother's accusation—just like now, he picks up from the plate. A slice of tender beef.

　　 "Have you washed your hands?!" The mother glared at Zheng Qing, her voice raised slightly.

　　 "It hasn't been washed either." Zheng Qing sucked his fingertips, looked at the steaming chicken stew in the pot with some greedy eyes, and tilted his head to indicate to another unexpected visitor next to him.

　　 "Are you a cat?" Mother Zheng was furious.

　　 "In a sense, yes." Zheng Qing answered silently in his heart.

　　 Of course, such a deadly answer, he certainly can't say it in person. So he turned his head, looked at the uninvited guest next to him, and said hello:

　　 "Have Brother Huang eat enough?"

　　 The yellow raccoon pulled his ears and ignored the boys.

　　 As Zheng Qing thought before, the yellow raccoon was also in the kitchen.

　　 At this moment, it is sitting obediently on the cupboard, snores, and comfortably enjoys the early New Year's Eve dinner-every time Zheng mother prepares a dish, she will take out a little and put it in the small plate in front of the yellow raccoon. Zheng Qing took a glance and found that the small plate was full of beef, fish, chicken, etc.

"You will become a pig if you eat it again. Be careful to crush my cupboard!" Zheng Qing couldn't help but spit out the yellow lily, then turned to look at his mother: "Also, we haven't given away the ancestors, can we eat anything? ?"

　　According to family rules, before the New Year’s Eve dinner is served at the table, a small portion needs to be separated for ancestors to enjoy. Only after the ancestors have enjoyed it, can later people start to eat.

　　 Hearing Zheng Qing’s questioning, Zheng’s mother said angrily, “Didn’t you just ate it? ... Besides, it’s a cat and not a human being. Why do you have to abide by your old house rules.”

　　 The yellow flower raccoon ‘meows’ just right, seeming to support Zheng’s mother.

　　 So it harvested another piece of tender fish.

　　‘I very much doubt whether it is a cat. Zheng Qing secretly defended it in his heart, and at the same time rolled up his sleeves, so as to say in his spare time: "Then what am I doing?"

　　 "Don't, don't you wait to meet your ancestors... Don't dirty your hands." Mother stopped Zheng Qing and pointed to the outside of the kitchen: "You just need to stay outside in peace."

　　According to the old sacrificial rules, women cannot preside over the ceremony. Zheng Qing's mother is quite complaining about this. They stabbed Zheng's father several times each year during the Chinese New Year, and even brought Zheng Qing with him.

　　 He shrugged and walked out of the kitchen obediently.

　　 There is no fixed time to meet ancestors, but it is usually arranged in the afternoon or afternoon.

　　 Grandpa's room has been vacated for more than half of the space.

　　 An old family hall has been hung on the wall in the north of 　　-this is a large picture of ancestor worship, and the overall layout is a courtyard. Below the picture is the courtyard wall, with men and women gathered outside; in the middle is row upon row of tablets, with names of deceased ancestors inscribed, descending from top to bottom; above is the ancestral hall extension.

　　 In front of the house, there is already an offering table.

　　 On the table, tributes such as incense burner, wine, fruits, dumplings, tableware and chopsticks are all available. A small, untidy mahogany tablet was also erected on one side of the table, and there was no name on it. Zheng Qing once asked Grandpa who made the offerings for that tablet. Grandpa said that the ancestors who died early in the family were members of the family even though they were not able to pass down the line. They should be confessed to them during the holidays.

　　 In addition to offering offerings inside the house, the ancestor **** also needs to set off firecrackers and burn paper money outside the house.

　　 When he was a child, Zheng Qing was the most active about this, because it was one of the few opportunities he could open fire in a fair manner.

　　 It's just that now, as an adult, his interest in these things has been very low.

　　 After all, after seeing the real world of magic and wizards, the ancient folklore of welcoming the family hall has become a dispensable life ritual for him.

After the males in the family came to the open space outside the house with paper money and other things, the longest man, Grandpa Zheng Qing, drew a circle on the ground and outlined a few simple symbols-Zheng Qing was at Mr. Wu After learning the knowledge of Fulu, he has carefully studied the symbols handed down from the ancestors. After careful screening, he judged that these symbols have no real effect, but some incomplete combinations of Fulu, whose only effect may be to comfort the living people.

　　 Don't say ecstasy please God, it just slightly affects the world outside of this world.

It’s not that Zheng Qing has never tried to use real runes to seduce the gods, but apart from some newly lost ghosts, he did not recruit the souls of his ancestors~www.ltnovel.com~ and that time. The consequence is that he fell ill after returning home.

　　 Since then, he has never done anything like that overwhelmingly.

　　The place where the paper money was burned was a quiet vacant lot in the community. It was originally a garden, but it was poorly refurbished. It has been abandoned for a long time. The community property cannot receive the money and naturally has no motivation to take care of it. Usually few people come here.

After clearing the dead grass and branches on the open ground, drawing the circle and sketching the symbols, Professor Zheng placed the copper basin in the circle, then put a mat on the ground, and slowly knelt down with the help of Zheng Qing’s father, and started Burn paper money.

　　 Zheng Qing honestly followed the actions of the two elders, without saying a word, what are the friends who are always thinking about staying in school now, whether they are galloping in the hunting ground, or mixing charming potions.

　　 When he recovered, the paper money in the copper basin had smoked.

　　 Grandpa and his father are lying on the ground, as if righteous thoughts have words.

Zheng Qing blinked and felt that the smoke in the copper basin was a bit too much-this should be caused by insufficient burning, he thought, looked around, looking for something like a wooden stick to fiddle in the basin. Paper money.

　　 The next second, a huge sense of fear grabbed his heart and choked his breath.

　　 Beyond the blue smoke, a pair of bright red eyes appeared before his eyes.

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