Chapter 289: The Chen Family

Staying in such a manor is actually not boring.

Because after all, I'm not alone here, and with Song Yuchen every day, this feeling is like a couple living in seclusion.

Song Yuchen was originally a house girl, and she was born to endure loneliness.

There are all kinds of fruit trees, flowers and plants in this manor, which is quiet and cozy. Not only does she not reject it, but she also likes it very much.

Everything she needs for painting is in stock in Chen Jing's mustard bag.

So, every day, she looks here and there in the manor, takes pictures, draws some paintings, and can spend a day leisurely.

After Chen Jing practiced hard for four or five days, but still couldn't make any progress in the spiritual line, he didn't force it anymore.

He also knows that sometimes rushing to improve can backfire.

On the sixth day, he also accompanied Song Yuchen to wander around the village.

The whole Zhuangzi covers an area of ​​about 8 mu.

This scale, in a place like Shanghai, is already considered very large.

A few days ago Song Yuchen had been looking outside the house, but today he entered the inner house after strolling around the backyard.

In fact, this villa is two-entry.

The outer one is full of foreign style, it should be repaired later.

And there is another one behind, which is a pure wooden attic.

Inside, there is a shrine.

As Chen Mingxuan said, this place was left by his great-grandfather.

According to the traditional seniority, the sixth generation is called Tai, that is to say, Chen Mingxuan counted six generations from his father, and he is his great grandfather.

On the spiritual seat was written [Spiritual Tablet of Mr. Chen Hongzhi].

This spiritual position is placed at the highest position.

In fact, judging from this, Chen Mingxuan's family should have been a side branch since the great grandfather Chen Hongzhi.

Because of the side branch, do not enter the ancestral hall,

So it will be enshrined here.

After that is Chen Mingxuan's 【Liezu·Chen Yuefu】!

【Tianzu·Chen Nianli】!

【Great Ancestor Chen Xinghe】!

【Great-Grandfather·Chen Qingyun】!

A total of five spiritual positions.

In the side hall, there are other spiritual seats.

The Chen family is still relatively traditional, and the status of female spirits may be weaker, so they are all placed in the biased position.

"It looks scary here, Ah Jing, let's go to the side and have a look."

After Song Yuchen took a general look at the ancestral hall, he didn't even dare to go in.

Chen Jing touched his chin, looked at those spiritual tablets, and looked at the spiritual tablet of Gaozu Chen Mingxuan a few more times.

Then he pointed with his fingers again, and finally said in his heart: 'Chen Xinghe? It's a bit of a coincidence that my family's Gaozu seems to be called Chen Xinghe. '

Chen Jing actually didn't know much about his ancestors.

But every year during the Ching Ming Festival or the Hungry Ghost Festival, there is a tradition in Mingyang City, that is, some paper money will be made, and then it will be written on it who will be incinerated.

The strands are clearly separated, just like we usually mail things, there is such a ceremony.

Several times, when the family held this ceremony, if he was too busy, his father Chen Yiyuan would greet him and ask him to help write it.

The more times he wrote this, he had a deeper impression of the names of the ancestors above.

His great-grandfather was also called Chen Xinghe.

But this Xinghe and that Xinghe should be just a coincidence.

Chen Jing didn't think that his family could have anything to do with Guigu Chen's family.

Since Song Yuchen was afraid of the ancestral hall, he didn't look much, and accompanied her to the other attics.

In these wooden attics, there is a large study room and a large tea room.

This attic should be very old, but it is well maintained, so there are no old traces.

In the tea room, there was a large tea table made of black stone, and around it were stone benches that were also made of black stone.

For some reason, the villa in front is often cleaned by someone.

And the wooden house behind this, apart from looking clean on the outside, is full of dust on the inside.

In this tea room, even spider silk is involved everywhere.

A little further back, near the backyard, there is a very spacious quiet room.

It is quite spacious inside, and the ground is paved with hard bluestone slabs.

The total area is at least as big as two regular basketball courts.

Inside, it's even dirtier.

The dust has accumulated almost half a centimeter thick, and there are patches of spider webs here and there, densely packed like cotton wool.

"It's strange, the ancestral hall is clean, and other places are also clean, but why are the teahouse and this place so dirty?" Song Yuchen pushed open the door, took a look, and didn't intend to go in. Because it is too dirty.

"There may be some reason." Chen Jing said.

After all, two old aunts would come to clean the bungalow in front every day.

Every morning at 6 o'clock, they will come here on time, and after silently cleaning, they will leave silently.

It never affected Chen Jing and the others to rest, but Chen Jing saw them every time.

Obviously, they were arranged by Chen Mingxuan's family to come and clean them.

But since the bungalow can be cleaned, it makes no sense not to clean the wooden house behind.

It's not like they want to be lazy.

According to Chen Jing's guess, those two old aunts should be the Chen family's slaves.

How dare a domestic slave be careless when doing things for his master?

If he had allowed the dust to accumulate so thickly in his home, he would have been beaten to death by his master long ago.

The only thing that can be explained is that there must be some other story here. It should be that the Chen family does not allow cleaning, so the dust and cobwebs here are so thick.

"Forget it, I'll go to the bamboo forest over there to paint. Although this house is beautifully built, it's really a bit weird." Song Yuchen turned around again, and decided to paint in the small bamboo forest in the front yard.

Chen Jing helped her and moved all the tools needed for painting.

Then she was painting in the small bamboo forest, and he went back to the Chen family's ancestral hall, tea room, and quiet room by himself, and looked at it again.

In the end, he stayed in the quiet room where the dust accumulated half a centimeter thick.

Here, he saw something very special.

——On the bluestone on the ground, there are actually fierce palm prints and footprints.

At first, he thought it should be left behind by someone who practiced the exercises before.

With the strength of a cultivator, it is not too difficult to leave a palm print on the bluestone.

But when he tried to slap his palm on the bluestone floor tiles with all his strength, he found that there was no movement. The bluestone floor tiles just drifted away some dust, and the surface was completely motionless.

"This stone is unusual."

To know Chen Jing's current strength, it is no problem to open a monument and break a stone, but if it is replaced by the bluestone floor tiles, it will not show any power at all.

Clapping his hands, he tried again, this time with all his might.

"Snapped!"

When he slapped down again, his palm was numb, but the bluestone floor tiles were still intact.

"This brick is a bit unusual. I can't even touch the fur of such a hard brick, and these palm prints and footprints are like being printed on mud. How big is the person who left the palm prints and footprints? strength?"