Uncle Si turned around and looked at the few people behind us, and said with a smile, "Xiaoping and Xiaochun have both been in so many times, so don't you go in this time?"
Ning Peichun was stunned, and Ning Peiping nodded directly, squatting on the side and took out his mobile phone, not knowing what to look at. Upon seeing this, Ning Peichun squatted over there and took out his mobile phone.
Only then did I understand the meaning of Uncle Si. He was going in with me. Ning Peiping and Ning Peichun, a descendant of the Ning family, were not brought in. It is conceivable whether Chongyang and Hu Qinan can enter. Up.
Of course it's not how sacred this dilapidated ancestral hall is, but the patriarch of the Qinghai-Tibet Ning family has something to tell me.
Of course, Hu Qinan didn't need to say anything, and nodded to me, and squatted with the two in the past. Chongyang looked at me and asked my opinion with his eyes. I gave him a peaceful look and made him squat.
Uncle Si took out the key and twisted the keyhole in front of the door for a long time before opening the door. When the two dimly colored wooden doors were pushed open, they didn't make a creak as expected, but pushed them smoothly to the sides.
Behind the door is a small yard with a patio. In the middle of the yard is a water tank. "The wind gathers air and the water is the best." Si Bo pointed to the water tank and said to me.
I nodded. This layout is a typical layout of Central Plains dwellings, but the tenon-and-mortise structure and color matching in this courtyard are Tibetan style, and there is a special flavor under the mix and match.
Looking across the patio, facing the door is the lobby dedicated to the clan rankings. The door is also closed. I walked slowly with Si Uncle, and then pushed the door open, and I saw that there were densely packed rows with names on them. All are surnamed Ning.
Uncle Si stepped in first, picked up a bunch of incense on one side of the table, and lit it with a match. The light of the bright fire brought a few green smoke, and the bunch of incense was lit up, sparks like beans, and the light fragrance slowly diffused.
Sibo squinted his eyes and blew into the incense beam, solemnly inserting it into the middle incense burner with his hands, and then he handed me the match, "You also put a stick of incense."
I saw that there were no cushions or the like before the qualifying, and I knew that there was no way of kneeling, so I lit a bunch of incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and put the match back in place.
"Do you know who these people are?" he asked me.
I followed the direction pointed by his hand and looked at the names on the rankings closer to me one by one, Ning Shunkuan, Ning Shunyou, Ning Tianyuan, Ning Tianlang, I shook my head, "No know."
Sibo grinned, standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at these ancestors and ancestors in front of him, "Chengzhi Shuntian, save the thick and peiyuan. The two outside are both of the training generation, according to your age, you are the training. Generations, but in fact you should be the generations who have saved characters." After he finished speaking, he pointed to the tablet on the side in the bottom corner. I looked over and the name on it was Ning Cunxu.
"Among these people, there are only a few people I know, such as this person." Si Bo said.
"Who is this guy."
Uncle Si smiled, "This is the qualifying I prepared for myself, and it is estimated that I will be alive in a few years, so I prepared it first."
Suddenly, the head of the Ning family in front of me was called Ning Cunxu.
He sighed faintly, "Although I am a literacy generation, when I was a teenager, I didn't know what "Chengzhi Shuntian, Cumhou Peiyuan" was because I was just an orphan of the Ning family. It’s not easy to grow up."
He paced to one corner to find two chairs to sit down on each. I know I'm going to listen to the story again.
The head of the Ning Clan named Ning Cunxu, as he said, originally he was just an orphan who knew nothing about it. He was struggling to survive in Lhasa. He worked as a footman, burned a boiler, and raised horses for others.
Later, as written in some legends, when he was a teenager, someone took him back to the family and became the preparatory successor in the family.
It was in the 1960s. At that time, Ning Cunxu was burning a boiler in a state-run horse farm. One day the factory manager found him and said, I heard that you used to be a footman, and now we have a task for you. To carry luggage to a comrade sent by the government, you must complete this task well.
Ning Cunxu certainly wouldn't refuse, and then the factory director took Ning Cunxu to see the old comrade. The old comrade was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, glasses, a pen on his chest, and his white hair was neatly combed. At first sight, he was not a Tibetan, but someone from outside. At that time, there were very few foreigners who went to Tibet. Except for people from government agencies, ordinary people from the private sector did not have the opportunity to go up.
Although Ning Cunxu was young, he was very thoughtful and knew that this person was not easy at first sight, so he worked hard to move things for that person along the way.
Those are two big leather suitcases, which are heavy. But Ning Cunxu survived the exam as a coolie, and it didn't take a lot of hard work. But the old comrade was very strange and didn't see what he was doing business. He took Ning Cunxu and twisted the two boxes to walk around Lhasa every day. As time passed, the two boxes became dead and heavy. But in the evening, after returning the box to the old comrade's residence, the man would happily give some remuneration, and told him to continue coming here tomorrow. Originally, Ning Cunxu didn’t plan to get paid for the tasks assigned by this organization, but that person would give Ning Cunxu, who had sore arms, some general food stamps, cloth tickets, sugar tickets and the like every night. , People can't refuse.
After taking Ning Cunxu for a few days, the old comrade also met some people. Most of them were ordinary local Tibetans. I didn’t know what they said. Most of the time, Ning Cunxu just waited. Looked at the two boxes outside the door.
This kind of day should last for half a month. On the last day, the old comrade patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's very good. You can bring these two boxes back by yourself. Someone will come to you later. "
Ning Cunxu was ignorant and didn't understand, but the old comrade had already left. He later asked the director of the factory, and the director said, "If someone wants you to take it back, then you can take it back. Are you still going to stuff it with me?"
So Ning Cunxu took the two leather suitcases that had been carried for half a month back to his home, opened it, and found that all of them contained a thick family tree.
Stacks piled in piles, Ning Cunxu, had attended a literacy class, knew some characters, but was able to write his own names, and he could recognize that all of these genealogies were surnamed Ning.
Although he was still confused, he vaguely caught something in his mind. After reading a few books, I found the newest one and turned to the last page. On the last line of the last page, someone added a new sentence with a blue pen, "Zhu Lao recommended, Cunxu, the son of Shunpu Sun Tianxi, is the 47th head of the ruling clan."
Ning Cunxu didn’t know many of the words, but he saw his name and quickly searched the front of this genealogy. After searching for a long time, he finally found the name of his own name, which can be traced back even further. past. It turned out that his father's name was Ning Tianxi, and his grandfather's name was Ning Shunpu.
Three days later, someone found Ning Cunxu, who claimed to be his Yaoye, that is, Ning Shunpu's younger brother, named Ning Shunyu.
Ning Shunyu took him to see an old man lying sick in bed. The old man was sober and sane. When he saw him, he said, "You are Shunpu's grandson. You look exactly like him."
Ning Cunxu didn't panic either. He was ignorant at first and even now, but because of his childhood survival experience, he concealed all his anxiety under his clever appearance.
So he became the 47th Patriarch Reserve of the Qinghai-Tibet Ning Family. The old man lying in bed told him many things, telling him that the Qinghai-Tibet Ning family did not actually have forty-seven generations, and that there are still many generations dating back to the time when the family was still in the Central Plains, but that was all before the separation of the family. Tell him that the family moved here at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty. Tell him that the family is not ordinary. It seems that many people in the previous clan lived in the snow-capped mountains to the south for a long time. Tell him that he is going to die, but there are still some things that need to be done. He also told him that the person who came to ask him to carry the box was named Ning Hanqing. (End of this chapter)