They kowtowed a few times.
Lu Yuan's family rose to their feet.
They went to the side, took some incense sticks, and lit them. Then, one by one, they offered the incense to the ancestors of Lu Yuan's family.
Song Meiqin and Zhao Qiao'er were especially devout. After placing the incense with both hands, they bowed again.
Not like Lu Yuan, who just stuck the incense in with one hand and walked away.
After offering the incense, Lu Yuan walked out of the ancestral hall and glanced at the villagers of Shige Village.
He couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
The old steward at his side came forward and said,
"The cooks have started preparing a meal at your home."
Lu Yuan nodded and led everyone home.
After being away for a few months, the house had gathered a layer of dust.
'Knowing my wives' personalities, they'll definitely want to clean all this up.'
But today was the first day of the Lunar New Year, a day for not using brooms.
