After breakfast, Gao Wen didn't immediately start dealing with territorial affairs as usual, but stopped Hetty who was about to leave: "Is there any urgent matter at the Government Affairs Office in the morning?"
"No." Hetty didn't know why, but still replied, "The winter work plan has been arranged, and there are only some daily affairs that can be handled by the assistant this morning."
"Then don't rush to the government affairs hall, and accompany me to the city."
Ten minutes later, Gawain and Hetty had arrived at the central block of Cecil City, and Amber followed them out as a guard.
Walking on the streets of this newly-born city, you will be greeted with the unique vigor and vitality of Cecil City, and you will hear the voices of people and horses and horses one after another, and you will be full of energy, full of energy and joy wherever you look. Healthy citizens, although it has now entered late autumn, the weather is getting colder every day due to the decrease in the activity of the sun, but the coldness has not affected the life of the people of Cecil at all. , Countless jobs and life opportunities are attracting more and more people to join this city and take up jobs. At this moment, Cecil is as lively as ever.
However, just over two years ago, this kind of thing was unimaginable for Ansu people, and even for any country in the northern part of the mainland.
So whenever he walks on the streets of Cecil City, Gao Wen will feel a sense of relief, and this sense of relief will make him feel more clearly the fact that he is alive in this world, and make him realize that he is I have already formed an inseparable connection with this world, and realized that my efforts and actions all the time are not meaningless.
Amber followed Gawain, she gave the latter a strange look, and seemed to see something strange from that dignified face: as the lord's bodyguard, the time she spent by Gawain's side even She was older than Hetty and Rebecca, and whether she wanted to or not, she was already familiar with every detail of Gawain's expression. She could tell that Gawain had something on his mind, but she didn't know whether to ask it or not.
Fortunately, Heidi was still following on the other side, Heti may not be as good at observing words and expressions as Amber, but she is a delicate and sensitive person, after a little hesitation, the "big steward" said with concern: "Ancestor, do you have something on your mind? "
Gao Wen was really worried. He was thinking about the civil war outside the Rock Fortress, thinking about the few years before the Principality of Cecil could develop steadily, thinking about the threat from the God of Light and other gods, thinking about those who had been silent for nearly a year. Are the cultists planning a new conspiracy, but under Hetilio's worried gaze, he just said casually: "After the city of Luan is settled down...we can develop with peace of mind for a few years."
"As you said," Hetty lowered her head slightly, "part of the production and construction plans have been scheduled for the second half of next year. As long as there is no major change in the external situation, the next few years will be the most critical period for the Principality's development."
"Yes... the premise is that there is no major change in the external situation..." Gao Wen said slowly, but he couldn't help but think of that powerful and covetous country: Typhon, that empire that is already at the critical crossroads of change, will sit back and watch How long was the Anzu Civil War? To what extent are they going to take action when Ansu is weak
Maybe it's time to speed up the arrangement on Daniel's side...
However, Gao Wen's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a scene on the street not far away.
He saw a group of people coming out from the corner of the street. Everyone wore grass rings woven of some kind of gray-white thatch around their necks. They carried pockets in their hands, and they kept taking out small white flowers from the pockets, pinning them on the road along the way. On each door, he also suddenly noticed that many passers-by on the road were actually wearing small white flowers, some on their necklines, some on their hats, and some simply holding them in their hands.
"What's the situation?" Gao Wen raised his hand and pointed not far away, "What are they doing?"
Amber glanced over there, and said casually, "Oh, it will be the Feast of Souls in two days, and many people in the city are preparing for it."
"An Ling Day?" Gao Wen was confused, "Is it a festival? Did it happen last year?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Hetty spoke, he suddenly hesitated: "Last year... There were actually festivals last year, but at that time the territory was still very unstable and supplies were tight, so there were only some small-scale activities. You probably Didn't pay attention."
"Is that so?" Gao Wen was still a little confused, "But how come I never knew about this festival?"
Hetty glanced at Gao Wen, and his face became a little strange: "This festival...you don't know, it's normal. It only existed after you... died in battle. On the 45th day of the Frost Moon every year, people have to wear grass rings , Decorating death chrysanthemums on the door and clothes, holding night bonfire rituals and dancing to commemorate the dead and communicate with the souls of the dead."
"Oh, it's my 'after death' festival, no wonder," Gao Wen suddenly realized, and then woke up immediately, "Wait a minute, the 45th day of Frost Moon? Isn't that the last time I went to the battlefield seven hundred years ago..."
"As you imagined," Hetty's face became even weirder, "this festival is a commemorative ceremony spontaneously held by the people of Cecilland to commemorate you at first, and then the first Duke Charles and other founding dukes also Each held an event to commemorate you, and it became a national festival in the 27th year of Ansu... ”
Gao Wen: "..."
Does this mean that in two days, the people of Quan Ansu will collectively celebrate the anniversary of his death wearing flowers, roasting fire, singing and dancing? !
At this time, he really wanted to say "Mom" like Nicholas, but considering the image of the ancestor, he forcibly held back, but he still couldn't help muttering strangely: "You guys... no, I They’ve all come alive, don’t you think there’s something wrong with celebrating this festival?”
"No way... After all, it has been seven hundred years..." The expression on Hetty's face was almost tangled, but she knew that her ancestor must be more tangled than herself at the moment, so she could only bite the bullet and explain, "The origin of this festival It has become something that is only written in history books. Only the nobles and scholars know a thing or two, and they have to be the ones who are relatively good at their studies. For ordinary people, Remembrance Day has evolved into an ordinary festival. A day for ancestors, comforting ancestors, communicating souls, and praying for peace... this... you should understand... "
"I..." Gao Wen's forehead was covered in white sweat, but after thinking about it hard, he found that he could only understand that "I" had been dead for seven hundred years, except for the first ten years. Generations of Ansu people have long been used to commemorating their ancestors on this day. In this world where there are true gods and most ritual festivals are related to gods, this is probably the only ritual festival that has nothing to do with gods What else can he do if he doesn't understand
"Okay, I understand, I understand," Gao Wen rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, at this moment, he suddenly felt that all his previous concerns had been put on the back burner, "Celebrate, let's celebrate..."
Hetty heaved a sigh of relief. She was so nervous just now. After all, although this festival is to "commemorate the great ancestors", it is theoretically a matter of glory, but after the ancestors climbed out of the coffin, do they still think it is worthwhile? Commemoration is another story. In all fairness, she doesn't think it's a joyful thing for people all over the country to dance around the bonfire to commemorate their death, and they do it every year...
But as soon as she let out her breath, before she had time to catch her breath, she was interrupted by a sudden, energetic voice: "Master Zu! Auntie! Oh, and Amber! You are here!"
Hetty looked up, and saw Rebecca running from a distance, jumping up and down, and she saw that silly roe deer holding a lot of dead chrysanthemums at first sight...
On the spot, she realized clearly and calmly: Oh, it's over.
In such a dazed moment, Rebecca had already run in front of Gawain and the others. The girl first greeted Gawain cheerfully, and then looked at Heidi: "Auntie! Rebecca is coming soon, let's I missed it last year, so this year should pass normally, right?"
Hetty almost gritted her teeth and lowered her voice: "Re-B-Ka"
Rebecca didn't realize that there was something wrong with the atmosphere: "Huh?"
Hetty opened her mouth, and was about to remind the girl to recall the origin of Remembrance Day, but Amber, who had been quietly watching for a long time, suddenly spoke up: "Speaking of which, how do members of your Cecil family celebrate Remembrance Day?" of?"
Amber, an excellent head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, a spy chief, an expert in intelligence warfare and sabotage operations, one of the biggest promoters of the textbook-level public opinion war "LuAnn's Awakening" event, has three specialties in life: stealing graves, sneaking away, and arch fire.
Rebecca fell into the pit directly, and started to talk happily: "Actually, most of the content is the same as everyone's. During the day, decorate the dead chrysanthemums at the door and under the window sills, so that the ancestors can find their way home. road, and then hold a bonfire party at night, eat, drink, dance and so on, and prepare an extra portion of food to entertain the souls of the ancestors, and collect all the death chrysanthemums in the early morning of the next day and send them to the family cemetery , so that the souls can be returned to their resting place..."
While talking, Rebecca looked at Gao Wen: "By the way, Mr. Zuzu, do you want... eh?"
Gawain looked at Rebecca expressionlessly: "Why don't you just give me the flowers in your hand? It will save you trouble."
Rebecca: "…"
Gawain looked at Heidi again, and continued to be expressionless: "This child didn't learn the history well, so no one told her about the origin of the Holy Spirit Festival? At least she is the heir of the family."
Rebecca finally came to her senses at this time, and stood up straight with cold sweat all over her head: "I... I know! Rebecca was originally a commemorative event held to commemorate the founding Duke Gawain Cecil , officially became a festival in Ansu 27…”
Gao Wen couldn't help but knocked the silly roe deer on the head: "Don't you know everything!"
Rebecca rubbed the place where she was knocked: "I just didn't react..."
Gao Wen looked helpless: How can such a genius head who can seamlessly switch between the magic technology and the mechanical field be so frank and necrotic in other fields
Rebecca shrank her neck while paying attention to the changes in Gawain's expression: "Then...then our family should not celebrate Remembrance Day... anyway, you have come back to life, Mr. Ancestor."
However, Gao Wen didn't give an answer right away, he just looked at the crowds on the street not far away who were preparing for the Feast of the Dead, and suddenly a strange feeling came to his heart.
After thinking for a while, he finally broke the silence: "An Ling's Day... still needs to be done. I will spend it with you this year."
This time, not only Hetty and Rebecca's eyes widened, but even Amber, who was watching the play next to her, was taken aback: "Huh?! What's your hobby?"
"People who have climbed out of the coffin don't need commemoration, but other souls...need comfort," Gawain breathed out softly, "The old Cecil fire... two years have passed."