Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 338 - 335 Lively_1

Chapter 338: Chapter 335 Lively_1

Chang’e, seeing this, also became interested and followed to slide down the slide...

As she slid, a chubby bundle of fluff suddenly nestled in her arms. Chang’e helplessly looked at the Rabbit that had taken the initiative to wriggle into her embrace and said, "Yu’er!"

Qin Shou, looking up, said, "Playing together, right?"

Chang’e, feeling a bit helpless, slid down with the Rabbit in her arms...

That night, Qin Shou lay in bed, chuckling all night long, his mind filled with images of Chang’e...

Without further ado, the next day, Qin Shou got up early.

To be precise, the damn Rabbit didn’t sleep at all. It just lay by the window, counting stars and waiting for dawn, looking forward to another day of frolicking in the water...

Chang’e, exhausted from the day’s madness, slept well but also got up early to make her mooncakes in the kitchen.

Qin Shou had wanted to follow her, but Chang’e stopped him at the door, saying mysteriously, "The kitchen is sacred ground. Furry ones are not allowed in. It’s dirty!"

Qin Shou’s face immediately darkened as he protested, "I am an apprentice of the Kitchen God, and you won’t let me into the kitchen?"

Unfortunately for him, Chang’e ignored him completely, closed the door, and went about making her pastries.

Seeing this, Qin Shou didn’t try to push the door open, but chuckled mischievously, looking like his scheme had succeeded, "Silly girl, don’t forget to go to class. Our Mid-Autumn Festival doesn’t start until the evening!"

"Got it!" Chang’e replied and then all was quiet.

Only then did Qin Shou turn and leave. He didn’t stay in the Moon Palace but went straight to Fenghua City.

Fenghua City was home to many from the Sea Clan and various demons and spirits; most of them hadn’t received a proper human education and were utterly ignorant about poetry, rites, music, and the like. Only a few took an interest in such matters, and, of course, there were some who were quite accomplished in these areas.

Now that they were all part of Fenghua City, Qin Shou didn’t regard them as outsiders. He had long since tasked Shakun and others to organize manpower to teach these illiterates to read and write, learn etiquette, and receive moral instruction... Of course, Qin Shou placed particular emphasis on role education concerning loyalty, as he didn’t want the team he had so painstakingly built to fall apart at the drop of a hat—that would be far too boring.

Upon entering Fenghua City from a distance, Qin Shou could hear the sound of reading coming from what used to be the pleasure quarters of Fenghua City.

"People at their birth, are inherently good..."

Qin Shou nodded his head and mumbled along, feeling an inner peace and tranquility as he walked along.

Just then, Big Four Joys spotted Qin Shou and hurried over, saying, "Rabbit Lord, why have you come? If there’s anything you need, just command us!"

Qin Shou said, "There is indeed something. Go and call Yaoji and the others. I have some tasks to assign to you."

Big Four Joys nodded, whistled, and the Bird Spirits perched on the rooftops scattered in all directions. Soon, Yaoji, Yibing, Shakun, Jinghan, the Bouncing Fish Spirit, and the Electric Eel Spirit all arrived.

This was also the core group of Qin Shou’s subordinates, who, despite their laughable combat abilities, were at least obedient and easy to use...

In other words, aside from them, Qin Shou didn’t have anyone else to call upon.

The few gathered around Qin Shou took their seats, and Qin Shou, not one for ceremony, simply reclined on a diamond throne, swaying his wineglass in hand, legs crossed, toasting to the occasion, and boasted, "Let’s cut the crap, today is the first festival we’re celebrating on the moon."

"Festival?" The subordinates were clearly taken aback. Big Four Joys and Yaoji, as long-time demon lords, were always aware that humans celebrated festivals.

Although Jinghan and Shakun had never interacted with humans, coming from prominent backgrounds within the Sea Clan and having celebrated festivals with the Dragon King, they weren’t particularly surprised. They were merely curious as they flipped through their memories, thinking that there didn’t seem to be a festival today...

The Bouncing Fish Spirit, Electric Eel Spirit, and Yibing, all from lower ranks, especially Yibing, who had just recently taken human form, were utterly clueless about all of this. But he had his own cunning. If he didn’t understand, he wouldn’t speak; he’d just sit obediently, waiting for someone to explain it to him. If nobody did, he would just ask quietly after the meeting was over.

So Yibing sat up straight, pretending to understand as he widened his eyes and gazed blankly at Qin Shou, showing an expression so complex that Qin Shou really wanted to slap him.

Seeing everyone with such expressions, Qin Shou was well-prepared and declared, "This festival isn’t one passed down by the ancients. It’s just that I, Rabbit Lord, am in a good mood, so I’ve decided to celebrate a festival here on the moon... Today is the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the middle of autumn, so let’s call it the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Qin Shou wasn’t just talking nonsense; in his previous life, Old Master Qin might have been illiterate, but he had an excellent grasp of Huaxia’s traditional festivals. He knew exactly how they came about and how to celebrate them, with great attention to detail.

After celebrating the festivals for over twenty years, even if Qin Shou were as dumb as a pig, he knew how to celebrate them by now.

As a child, Qin Shou found celebrating festivals to be particularly fun. After each ceremony, he would be bustling around with a sense that he had grown a bit more, especially with the festive atmosphere that made him fall in love with the holidays.

Unfortunately, as he grew up, many of the festival customs were dismissed as feudal superstitions, and no one bothered with them anymore. People preferred to enjoy a so-called delicious meal, play with their smartphones until midnight, and just like that, the day would be over.

It was called reunion, but in reality, it was no different from any other day.

At first, Qin Shou also felt that it didn’t matter how the festivals were spent.

However, after Old Master Qin passed away, Qin Shou suddenly realized the significance of these ceremonial rituals. They were not just about superstitious practices; they were about memories, reminiscence, and heritage.

More than two decades of celebrating these festivals and upholding the rituals had ingrained them deep within Qin Shou’s heart. At every year’s ceremony, the elder’s figure was present, and then one day, when the elder was no longer there, Qin Shou realized something was missing on that day each year. He couldn’t help but miss the nagging, bustling, hunched figure.

Then Qin Shou would perform the rituals from his memories. After actually completing them, he felt as if he could see the old man sitting in his usual spot, looking at him with a satisfied smile.

Qin Shou had an epiphany; the rituals were not to appease ghosts and gods but to honor the ancestors alive in his heart, to remind himself not to forget them, and to awaken the beautiful memories within... Of course, it was also for the younger generations to witness.

The Mid-Autumn ancestral worship was about passing down filial piety. The more reverent and careful you are toward your ancestors, the more your descendants will come to appreciate the Ceremonies, becoming inspired to carry on those virtues.

As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. When it comes to teaching etiquette, talking about it, no matter how many times, might not be effective. But when rituals embody the teachings and individuals learn them instinctively, that’s when true heritage is passed down.

That’s the importance of rituals... They have no script, but once you watch them, once you perform them, you understand.

Now, Qin Shou planned to transplant the Mid-Autumn Festival wholeheartedly to the moon, and this was not just for fun but as a spiritual solace and a form of remembrance.

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