Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Dahu Town in Shengzhou is my root, I will leave here in the future, and I will stay here forever in the end, Song Shizhi put down his teacup and coughed lightly when he thought of this place.

"Yuanning, Chuanqing, Xiaomo, there are two things I want to discuss with you."

"Dad, what can you tell me?"

Liu Chuanqing hurriedly poured him a cup of tea.

"I don't think it will be a few years at my age. After I leave, this house will be left to Yuankang. This is the first thing. The second thing is that I want to build a Song family ancestral hall. It’s just mediocre. Because of the inheritance of art, there was a family separation incident in the ancestors of the old Song family. It wasn’t until my generation that I made some achievements in Shanghai, and after Chuan Qing’s hard work and growth, it was really true when I came to Xiaomo. Take off quickly. I have no regrets in this life, but when I am old, I will think more. I want to build an ancestral hall to worship the ancestors of the past generations, so that they can rest in peace under the nine springs."

Liu Chuanqing looked at Li Mo: "Tell me."

Li Mo thought for a while and nodded: "This garden-style courtyard was originally intended to be passed down from generation to generation as the Song family's ancestral house. Naturally, my teacher and wife will not stay here to guard the ancestral house. Uncle Yuan Kang is the most suitable candidate. In the future The ancestral house is to be passed down from generation to generation, and the existence of the ancestral house means that the blood of the Song family is there."

"As for the Song Clan's Ancestral Temple... I remember Uncle Yuan Kang told me when I was a child that he had a genealogy at home, which can be traced back to the middle and late Qing Dynasty, more than two hundred years ago. I also think it is necessary and worthwhile to build one. Song Clan Ancestral Hall."

Li Mo agreed, and the others had nothing to say.

"Uncle Yuankang, please take advantage of my master's 80th birthday, please contact people from the same clan of the Song family. Although they have all dispersed, you can still get in touch with some people. If they are willing to return to the clan, then the genealogy will be fine. Let’s rebuild, this time we’ll recognize our relatives.”

Song Yuankang immediately stood up and said: "Okay, leave this matter to me. In fact, many people who are related by blood are scattered in the surrounding villages and towns, and some have taken root in big cities. I don't have their contact information, but others Maybe there will be, try to contact each other. Qingxiang, don’t stand here, go and see if the people from the hotel have arrived? The village has already communicated and left a large open space for the banquet tent to see if the construction team has arrived ?”

When it was almost noon, Song Yuankang's son Song Qinghua's family also came back from the county seat. After Song Qing graduated from Tsinghua University, she was admitted to the government and became a civil servant, working in a cultural department in the county.

His wife is a county Chinese teacher, and the two are still high school classmates. They have good facial features and a good temperament. They seem to be a good wife and mother. She and Song Qingxiang took turns cleaning the courtyard, so Li Mo's evaluation of her was better.

"Hello, Professor Li."

Song Qinghua was still a little cautious when facing Li Mo. He had been in the system for several years, and he felt a very strong aura from Li Mo.

"What's your name, Professor Li? When you were young, you chased after my ass and called me brother. Although I haven't seen you in more than ten years, you haven't reached the level of being very famous, right?" Li Mo was the same age as him, only a few years older. Seeing that he was a little stiff, he jokingly said, "Although you were beaten by me at that time, but you called me brother, I will be your brother for the rest of my life, if you don't accept it, let's go out and fight now win or lose."

"no, I'm fine."

Song Qinghua waved his hands again and again, and the pressure in his heart disappeared a lot.

"Tsinghua, you also called me sister when you were young. Although Li Mo forced you to call me with a stick, my sister is the real deal."

Liu Yingying also said jokingly, then took out two thick red envelopes from her bag and stuffed them to his two children.

Qin Sirui also took out two prepared red envelopes and said with a smile: "So, you want to call me sister-in-law."

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, Song Shizhi was very happy, it hadn't been this lively for a long time.

"Brother, sister, long time no see."

Song Qinghua seemed to have found the feeling he had when he was a child, and he got better in a big way.

"Don't forget that there is a sister-in-law."

Qin Sirui stuffed the two red envelopes into the children's hands respectively, gently pinched their faces and whispered: "This is pocket money for you, don't be fooled by your parents."

"Thanks."

Each red envelope is bulging, and it is estimated that each one contains 20,000 yuan. Song Qinghua's wife looked at her husband. Although she knew about the relationship between Li Mo and their old Song family, she had never seen them come back for more than ten years. Even if they got married back then, that aunt Song Yuanning only gave a considerable gift, but she didn't show up.

After a long time, everyone thought that if Song Shizhi hadn't been living in his hometown and needed confidence to take care of him, their old Song family wouldn't have any relationship with Li Mo. Even if the old Song family and Song Shizhi belong to the same ancestor, the relationship is just like this.

Now it seems that the relationship between Li Mo and the sons and daughters of Lao Song's family is not too estranged, and the distance is not as far as imagined.

When eating at noon, Li Mo picked up the first glass of wine and said: "This glass of wine must be respected to Uncle Yuan Kang. Without the careful care of him and his family, my master is happy to spend his old age in his hometown. Even if we go to Shanghai or Kyoto, It was only a short period of time, and the heart is still here, so this wine must be respectful to Uncle Yuan Kang."

"Li Mo, don't say that. Taking care of my uncle is also our job as a junior. Back then, my parents were both seriously ill, and my uncle did his best to help us. Although my parents left in the end, we will always remember my uncle in our hearts. Kindness."

Song Yuankang said quickly, but he didn't dare to take credit.

"Yuan Kang, you must drink this glass of wine." Song Shizhi said with a smile, "Little Mo can only drink two or three glasses of wine. After drinking this glass of wine, you will be the real master of this courtyard."

"Brother, let's drink."

Song Yuanning also persuaded with a smile.

"Uncle Yuankang, I will do it first as a respect."

Li Mo raised his head and gulped it down.

"I did too."

After drinking a glass of wine on this wine table, the anger becomes heated, and there are so many rules and regulations in everyone's conversation.

"Tsinghua, when I came from the county in the morning, I saw many advertisements for the Shengzhou Town God's Temple Fair along the way, and there was an antique fair that lasted for half a month. What's going on?"

Song Qinghua put down his chopsticks and said, "Isn't this approaching the National Day holiday? In order to vigorously develop the tourism market, our county reported two events at the Town God's Temple at the same time this year. One is an antique trade conference and the other is a folk temple fair. Zhou. The Tourism Promotion Bureau and the Publicity Bureau are in charge of this matter, and I am only in charge of copywriting planning. I originally wanted to invite celebrities and the like to help out, but the cost is too high, and it is really not worth the candle."

"How long have you been in the system?"

"I took the public exam after graduating from university, and I joined the job the following year. It took more than five years. It's just that I don't have much insight, and I haven't made any outstanding results in these years. It's a waste of time."

Song Qinghua was a little discouraged, and also a little self-deprecating.

"Tsinghua, your personality is not very suitable for working in the officialdom. You are too sincere. If you want to grow in it, you need to have a lot of foresight. You were cheated by others, so you were pushed into the propaganda hole and sat on the bench."

Song Shizhi defended him in front of everyone.