Tech Dominator Starts with Raising Kids-Chapter 367: Commencing the Ritual

In my memory, I’ve heard the name Liu Youqi several times.

But for some reason, every time I hear this name, it’s as if the person has vaporized, disappearing without a trace.

On the way back, we didn’t buy much good food, so in the evening, Mo Jingchun and Candy, along with a dozen others, barely managed to have a hot pot meal.

Besides, neither Mo Jingchun nor Candy likes spicy food, so the hot pot tasted bland.

If it weren’t for the fact that they would get hungry at midnight if they didn’t eat, they really wouldn’t want to eat it.

"Where’s the tripe? Where’s the tripe? Put it in the pot quickly."

Everyone looked at the captain in disdain, although he said to make do, he ate more than anyone else.

Luckily, a lot of food was bought, or else the others wouldn’t have tasted anything.

"Here it is," Candy pointed to the tripe not far away with a sweet smile.

The little one is still naive, not yet having stepped into society.

Otherwise, he would surely roll his eyes.

Once the tripe was cooked, Mo Jingchun immediately picked up a few pieces and gave half to the little one.

The next second, a dozen people stood up, grabbing communal chopsticks and fiercely attacking the food.

The little one watched this scene with relish.

Hot pot is only delicious when people are vying to eat it.

Otherwise, after a few bites, you lose your appetite and can’t eat more.

As the last light went out, the area around Mo Jingchun’s house instantly plunged into darkness, where you couldn’t even see your hand in front of you.

The thick fog enveloped everything; forget seeing stars, you couldn’t even glimpse a bit of the moon’s light.

This kind of weather was quite suitable for ancestor worship.

Fireworks and firecrackers, if not handled carefully, could easily start a fire, but in this drizzly weather, it’s different; as long as no one deliberately sets a fire, the chance of a fire is almost zero.

Even if a fire starts, the rain-soaked forest won’t catch fire easily, and everyone has enough time to put out the source of the fire.

At seven o’clock, Zero promptly woke the dreaming Mo Jingchun and Candy.

Mo Jingchun rubbed his eyes, tilting his head to see Candy, who had already opened his eyes and was wiping drool from the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly fell silent.

"Did you dream of something tasty?"

"No, I didn’t."

"You must have dreamt of something tasty."

"No... I didn’t..."

"You really dreamt of something tasty."

"Alright~ I was just eating pan-fried corn... and Zero woke me up."

Pan-fried corn, it’s not in the county, it’s in the old home. Where am I supposed to find you corn to buy?

This season, you might as well go to the grain station to buy corn seeds.

"Forget it, in a couple of days when we leave, I’ll buy it for you; there’s no corn at the old home."

"Alright, alright."

Mo Jingchun rolled his eyes at the little one, wondering if he was influenced by Bun, gradually becoming a little foodie.

Of course, Mo Jingchun definitely wouldn’t tell the little one that he too had a sweet dream last night, dreaming of eating hairy crabs.

Just as he was about to dig in, the cooked hairy crabs suddenly came back to life, waving their large pincers and lunging at him from the dining table.

At that critical moment, Zero woke him up.

"Come on, get up."

"We have to go to the festival later."

After a nap, the little one was full of energy again, crawling out of bed and skillfully dressing himself.

"Boss, you’re up."

"The porridge is ready, in the pot."

Opening the lid revealed a huge pot of porridge.

"Feiyan, tell them to start eating first, just save two bowls for Candy and me, that’s more than enough."

Without working, it’s hard to eat much.

The festival begins at eight-thirty, so around seven-fifty, Mo Jingchun set off with Candy.

The festival location was a bit far, about a ten-minute drive away.

When passing by the old man’s house, the door was already locked.

"So early?" Mo Jingchun muttered to himself.

The old man was surely off to the festival site, and the old lady likely went to help with the cooking.

"Let’s go, straight to the place I mentioned."

When Mo Jingchun got off the car with his sister, a group of people gathered around, and Mo Jingchun could only greet everyone with a smile.

Seeing the old man and the others discussing something in the distance, Mo Jingchun’s eyes lit up, and he said,

"I’ll head over there."

"Old man."

Mo Changyou looked at Mo Jingchun, nodded, and said,

"You’re here."

"Did you bring fireworks and such?"

Mo Jingchun replied with a smile, "Of course, I wouldn’t forget."

"You should take them up first; it’ll be hard to carry when more people arrive."

"Sure."

The fireworks and firecrackers in the trunk were already taken out by Wild Wolf and others.

The so-called fireworks refer to these firecrackers.

Whenever there’s something joyful at home, they buy more fireworks during the ancestor worship for a touch of celebration.

Also hoping for continued blessings from the ancestors.

Holding a firework, Mo Jingchun led the way ahead.

Having visited this place dozens of times since childhood, he was quite familiar with it.

The little one didn’t want to stay with the old man, very soon followed Mo Jingchun at the back.

In the mountain path, the little one walked at the front, occasionally looking back at his brother.

"Go left, see those people over there? It’s there."

The little one turned his head towards where his brother pointed.

There was a bamboo grove, full of bamboos of varying sizes.

Only in the center of the bamboo forest did a space exist without any bamboo, and there stood many people, talking about something unknown.

The path was relatively flat, so the little one encountered no difficulty at the front.

"Phew~"

Arriving at the spot, the little one quickly stepped aside to let his brother through.

"Xiaochun is here?"

"Wow, you bought so many fireworks."

"The big boss is indeed different."

Mo Jingchun smiled and replied, "Just average, just making a living."

The festival location was the ancestral graveyard of the Mo Family, moved here from elsewhere.

Since childhood, every ancestor worship, the elders would say this place was a treasured land.

Back then, they even went to court over this piece of land.

Holding his sister’s hand and looking around, Mo Jingchun was curious.

Strangely enough, in the entire bamboo grove, this thirty-odd square meter area never sprouted bamboo, not even bamboo shoots. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Crucially, nothing was applied to this place, yet grass still grew on the gravehead.

Hearing from the old man before, this wasn’t always the case, only after the burial of the first ancestor did it become like this.

They said some kind of earthly aura emerged.

Near eight-thirty, everyone had arrived, a mass of people was in the bamboo forest.

Some were tending the graves, some burning paper offerings.

As the drumming sounded, people knelt and bowed continuously.

Everyone whispered prayers under their breath.

"Bless my family with peace and safety, may the child perform exceptionally well in the college entrance exam and get good grades."

"Bless..."

Standing aside, Mo Jingchun covered his sister’s ears, not rushing forward to kneel.

The old man and others were standing beside, no rush at all.