The Salty Little Cannon Fodder Was Targeted By the Prince

Chapter 325 The princess is a little devil

Every year during the Spring Festival, adults are usually busy, and there is nothing to do without children.

 As the youngest in the family, Du Wan is very leisurely.

She was so free in the afternoon that she hung a small bag full of snacks and started walking around the village.

 So, Du Wan discovered that all the Du family members outside had returned to the village.

The people from the uncle's house also came back. When Du Yunrong saw Du Wan, his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes. There are no princesses or princesses in the clan, they are all members of the Du clan.

Du Wan smiled and waved to her, "Hi! Hello, Sister Yunrong."

“Hmph. I didn’t see it.” Du Yunrong turned around and walked back with a dark face when he saw her.

Du Wan’s smile faltered.

 Mom, pretend not to see her, but be more serious.

Then Du Wan continued shopping. What a surprise, and she met two girls who went up the mountain to do some spiritual practice.

Just when Du Wan thought she was friendly and went up to say hello, the two girls ran away quickly holding hands as if they had seen a ghost, leaving Du Wan with her half-raised little hand.

　　Du Wan also heard from a distance that two girls said they didn’t look at the almanac when they went out today, so why did they bump into her, a little devil.

Little Devil Du Wan: “…”

 Just saying hello, is it so scary?

 “Cousin Wanwan?”

 A little fat man emerged from the haystack.

Du Wan glanced sideways, oh, it’s his little cousin Luo Fuquan.

The little fat man rolled out with hay all over his body, followed by several children of about the same age. At this glance, he was at an age that people hate and dogs hate.

Du Wan waved her white and tender hands towards the little fat man, "Little cousin, what are you doing?"

"Playing the game of officers and soldiers catching thieves." The little fat man walked up to Du Wan with his short legs.

 This is still a flexible little fat guy.

The little fat man’s eyes were fixed on Du Wan’s bag.

 He saw just now that the delicious food was taken out of the cloth bag.

Du Wan raised her eyebrows, "You want to eat?"

 “Think!” The little fat man nodded his head repeatedly.

 “Okay, I’ll give you some.”

Du Wan took out the snacks and shared them with the little fat man.

The little fat man was very happy. When he saw his friends coming over, he divided the snacks in his hands evenly, and stuffed the two extra pieces into his mouth.

This small act of sharing food surprised Du Wan and greatly changed her outlook.

The little fat man stuffed the food into his mouth and said with envy, "It's really delicious, better than the ones at home."

“Yes, yes, it’s even more delicious than what the salesman sells here.” A child continued.

 Another child said, "It's more delicious than the one my grandpa bought last time he went to town."

“It’s more delicious than what my mother brought back from Huguo Temple.”

 “Tits better than me…”

 A group of children were all talking and praising her heartily.

Of course Du Wan knows how to eat delicious food. This is an ancestral craft from the store that Pei Hao gave it to.

If it wasn’t delicious, she would have thrown it away.

 After the child finished eating, he looked at Du Wan eagerly.

 Children in the village cannot go to the city without anyone to take them with them. In addition, Dujia Village is not close to the city, so ordinary salesmen will not come here, and they only see it two or three times a year.

Du Wan asked several children to stand up and began to share the food.

 Fair and just, everyone has the same amount.

To Du Wan's surprise, the little fat man actually had no objection...

 Next, Du Wan led a group of little kids and began to patrol the village majestically. It wasn’t until dusk that Du Wan got tired of playing and went home.

 One night passed peacefully.

 On the first day of the Lunar New Year, worship ancestors.

The whole clan put on their clan uniforms, which are flowing robes embroidered with the clan emblem Bianhua flower.

The styles of the robes are similar. The only difference is that the old patriarch wears a purple robe with snow-white flowers embroidered on it.

The robes worn by Du Consort and Du Qian are different from those worn by the clan leader. They are black robes with white clan emblems embroidered on them. The robes of others are moon-white robes, and the embroidered flowers of the other shore are black.

Du Wan took a look at his robe.

 The color is different, it is a bright red brocade dress, embroidered with exquisite white Hibiscus flowers.

Du Wan asked in a low voice: "Brother, what's the significance of the colors of these clothes?"

“I don’t know, it’s been passed down from generation to generation.” Du Qian really didn’t know about it, but he suspected that the old patriarch didn’t even know.

Early in the morning today, before dawn, Du Wan was woken up by Ning Qin.

They take a bath and burn incense, put on ethnic clothes, and are also stipulated that they cannot eat and can only drink a bowl of water. Then I followed my father and eldest brother to the grain drying field to gather.

When everyone was gathered, they followed the clan leader and others toward the depths of the mountain.

Not long after entering the mountain, they saw a stone path. Hundreds of people were walking on it. It was not until dawn that the tribe arrived at the foot of a high mountain.

From a distance, you can see the stone steps on the mountain, one after another, going up to the sky.

At the foot of the steps, there was an old man in his sixties, wearing a patched ethnic uniform, religiously sweeping the fallen leaves on the steps. The ground is very clean, there are big trees on both sides of the steps, and leaves fall from time to time.

 So, the old man is not lazy, on the contrary, he is very diligent.

 The old patriarch went up and said a few words to the old man, and then continued to climb the steps and climb the mountain.

 Serious and solemn.

 The men in the entire clan, including the children several years old, are very pious and quiet. Almost all of them are men, except Du Wan. She was a little girl among them, always following Du Qian, like a little follower.

 Wherever Du Qian went, she followed him.

Whatever Du Qian does, she will follow him, obedient and well-behaved.

 Until we reached the top of the mountain.

 Du's ancestral temple was built on the top of a mountain. It is not an ordinary ancient building.

It is a building made of huge stones. This kind of building is very majestic and very stable. It can stand for thousands of years without fear of collapse. Then there are forty-nine towering huge stone pillars surrounding the building.

Each stone pillar is carved with different animals. Except for dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, etc., she does not recognize any other animals.

Du Wan had known for a long time that Du's family was not simple, but she didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.

This ancestral temple is extraordinary at first sight.

 No wonder the original owner was so extraordinary even when he took a jade medal from it.

Du Qian suddenly took his sister's hand and pulled her forward.

The moment he stepped into the threshold of the ancestral hall, Du Wan felt a cool breeze blowing through his body.

It is obviously a very cold day, but the wind is very comfortable, as if it refreshes people's spirits and sweeps away the previous fatigue.

Du Wan looked around the interior of the ancestral hall.

 I was stunned for a moment!

 It was different from the ancestral hall she imagined.

In the center of the ancestral hall, there is a circular high platform built with stones. Complex patterns are carved around the high platform, and each line seems to be connected together. Du Wan didn't know what this high platform was used for.

 Going around the high platform, behind is the altar and altar.

 It is all made of stone, not wood. There is only one ancestor's tablet enshrined on it.

 In front of the memorial tablet, there is only one lamp.

There is also a small orange flame dancing on the wick.

 When Du Wan came in, it seemed to be shaking.

 (End of this chapter)