pappabearbooks Chapter 354 - 63_3
Chapter 354 - 63_3
Chapter 354: Chapter 63_3At this moment, Ding Laoer hurried over with his eldest son from the side corridor.
Ding Laoer knelt on the straw mat, ready to return the courtesy, with his eldest son personally bringing incense to offer.
Combining the reactions of the elders during the previous ritual, Li Zhiyuan guessed that the Ding family must have been servants of the Qin family in the early years.
Liu Yumei staying at the Ding family meant she was entering a servant’s household, and as servants, they naturally had to kneel before their masters.
Though it was an old custom, there were still elders who respected it.
Of course, the reason they upheld it was certainly not because they respected "traditional customs".
Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help but wonder, with the current state of decline in the Qin Liu family’s population, what could still compel these elders to willingly bow their heads and uphold the old ways?
Liu Yumei lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner.
She stepped back twice and looked at the straw mat in front of her.
Ding Laoer immediately kowtowed, "Young Madam, it’s not proper, my brother cannot bear your courtesy."
Many elders behind him also spoke out to dissuade her, saying it was against the rules.
Liu Yumei did not insist on performing the ritual, instead she looked towards Li Zhiyuan: "Xiao Yuan, it should have been Alii standing in for me, so would you please make the effort and stand in for Alii.
Boss Ding was a real man back in the day; even I would have to look up to him."
"Okay."
Li Zhiyuan stepped forward and began the sacrificial ritual.
To be honest, this process, even if someone as unversed in rituals as Li Sanjiang were to come, wouldn’t be nearly as proficient as the boy.
No way around it, one was a local customs enthusiast, the other was a seasoned re
The table was lively, with the tables so close that they could talk and listen to each other.
The older generation really knew how to speak artistically, while the youngsters here were imitating art.
Li Zhiyuan could tell that they were indirectly trying to pry information from him, aiming to find out more about him; the man and woman sitting by his side kept calling him "Brother Yuan" affectionately, but they were the ones probing most meticulously.