Chapter 18: Inviting Spirits
After working all morning, everyone had lunch together.
They didn't prepare any buffet, but just cooked a big pot of meatball soup according to the rules.
After all, Master Ren was from a wealthy family. Unlike the meatball soup of ordinary people, the soup contained a lot of pork, beef and mutton.
It was a great meal for the helpers and relatives and friends.
Renjia Town was prosperous, and Master Ren's family had some gentry flavor.
As long as they were not his opponents or did not have anything coveted by him, ordinary people would be treated by him.
But no matter how comfortable life was, ordinary people would always worry about firewood, rice, oil and salt.
It was not easy to have a big meat meal like this.
And this was just the appetizer. The buffet would be set up tomorrow night, with at least a dozen dishes, meat and vegetables.
When the funeral procession was held, the meal was even more sumptuous.
Those who were close could eat several meals in a row.
At the table, Lin Yu gave a small portion to the people in Renjia Town, who were shocked.
No one could see how such a small belly could hold so much food.
He finished three bowls of meatball soup.
It was called meatball soup, but there was not much soup, mostly fried meatballs and stewed meat.
With such a large amount of food, let alone a three-month-old baby, even a young man of twenty or thirty-four doing heavy physical work could only finish half a bowl at most.
After all, the ingredients in their meatball soup were very substantial.
Lin Yu's appetite was five or six times that of an adult, so how could it not shock the people in Renjia Town?
"Uncle Jiu..., the child eating like this... won't be a problem, right?"
Mr. Ren had a worried look on his face.
He was afraid that the child would get hurt.
In previous years, when there were disasters, people suddenly got food and ate too much, and died of bloating.
Uncle Jiu smiled mysteriously, showing his unfathomable nature.
Lin Yu's face was full of satisfaction without any discomfort.
Mr. Ren let go, and his head became hotter.
It is said that if it is an ordinary child, eating like this will definitely make the stomach bloated.
But when he thought of what Uncle Jiu said about the cultivation of Taoism, Mr. Ren really felt that this child was born extraordinary, and he might be extraordinary in some star constellation.
Thinking of Nezha and Erlang Shen in the storybook, they all grew two or three feet taller when the wind blew, and two or three feet taller when they took a step. It didn't take long for them to grow several years or even years older.
Although they were not sure whether Lin Yu was a god or a mortal, it was naturally a great opportunity and auspicious sign for their Renjia Town to have such a gifted and magical creature appear.
They kept calculating in their minds.
Lin Yu didn't try to understand what they were thinking or what they were planning.
He just looked at the information flashing in front of him with satisfaction.
(Length +3, length +3, length +3...)
[Length slot: 18%]
Satisfied, really too satisfied.
After lunch, they took a short break and then started to work again.
A table was tied up with wood and ropes, and two people were asked to lift it up like a sedan chair.
Two thick white wax candles were lit on the table.
Some fruits and vegetables were placed in the room.
There were some fried food, and some chicken and pork boiled in water.
Uncle Jiu arranged the workers and worked for a long time.
He gave some instructions to Lin Yu and Wencai.
Then he asked the people in mourning to burn yellow paper on both sides of the road.
Several piles of yellow paper were burned, and they cried while burning.
There was another sound from the trumpet of the percussion band, and the sheng and taro sounded together, and the gongs and iron clacks, and the ding-dong clangs played some mournful music.
They invited some mourners, but the music sounded sad.
The filial son and grandson cried even louder.
Ren Tingting held Lin Yu and watched the excitement with many people.
Just listening to the music, I don’t know who gave a signal, and a group of people stood up.
Holding mourning sticks in their hands, they lined up and followed the two people carrying the altar table and walked out.
The percussion band followed all the way.
The sound of mourning music went all the way to the hills outside the town.
“I heard from my father that the funeral will be held in the next day, why do we have to invite the spirit today?”
Ren Tingting was a little confused.
Although she was a girl and was born in a wealthy family and received a lot of education, it was inevitable that some relatives died when she was young, and she had worn mourning hats many times.
Naturally, she also understood some basic procedures.
The spirit is usually invited on the night before the funeral. The filial son and grandson will take tribute and go around the ancestral grave.
Pay tribute to the ancestors, tell them that another relative will go to accompany them, and invite the ancestors' spirits home to worship them together.
"Master Ren wants to put your aunt in your family's ancestral tomb. Don't you know about this?"
Lin Yu leaned his head against two small soft balls and continued talking.
Ren Tingting really didn't know about this.
"I haven't heard of such a thing before."
Ren Tingting has never seen such a thing.
"It is precisely because such things are rare that my master wants to go to your family's ancestral tomb first to ask and see if your family is willing..."
Ren Tingting's mouth twitched.
She didn't quite believe this.
But whether she is willing or not, it sounds pretty creepy, even if that person is her own ancestor.
"Xiaoyu, you know a lot. Who gave you your name? Do you hope that you will grow up to be a handsome man like Pan An and Song Yu?"
Ren Tingting's attention quickly shifted to Lin Yu. She really couldn't let go of this beloved little doll of her rival.
"What Song Yu, Pan An? You won't always call me Xiaoyu, right?"
Lin Yu wrinkled his nose in love and snorted.
"Call me Lin Yu, the Yu of the sun!"
"Yeah~ OK OK... I'll call you Xiao (Yu) Yu~"
Ren Tingting used a coaxing tone.
Her bright eyes were a little cunning and snickering.
He secretly said: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, it's Xiaoyu. You can't tell them apart, hehe."
Lin Yu was entangled by Ren Tingting for a whole afternoon.
I felt that his pink face was swollen by Ren Tingting.
Both cheeks were red, not the original white and red, but dyed red by the rouge on Ren Tingting's face.
The forehead, cheeks, and even the neck were full of red lip marks.
Wencai looked at Lin Yu's face full of lip marks and looked like he had no love for him, and his heart was about to break with jealousy.
Even with such a complicated situation, it was night when he waited, and Uncle Jiu and the others still didn't come back.
"It's so late, why haven't you come back yet? Xiaoyu, come to my house to sleep tonight?"
