The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul-Chapter 987 - 986. Father Tang Majestic

The audience was stunned.

"This... so many?!"

"There are at least five... six rows? It’s making my eyes go blurry."

"Oh my god, how many people are in the Tang family? The entire place is filled with ancestral tablets? Just how old is this ancestral hall?"

"I always thought my family’s history was long enough, but we definitely don’t have this many ancestral tablets!"

"It doesn’t seem right. Generally, ancestral tablets are for one’s parents and grandparents. Very few families can display so many ancestors..."

"Weren’t we supposed to light incense for Grandma Tang? Wait a second... Grandma Tang would also be included in the Tang Family Ancestral Hall? In that era, women usually weren’t represented."

"Exactly, and it’s not about being feudal. Let’s just be realistic; that was indeed the custom of that era."

"I feel like there are question marks hovering over my head..."

The livestream viewers weren’t the only ones confused; even the on-site cameraman was at a loss. It was his first time witnessing such a ’grand’ scene, and he had no idea what to do. He could only stand quietly on one side of the ancestral hall and film.

Of course, the one thing he did know was that he couldn’t stand in the very center.

The camera shifted angles for shooting and broadcasting. At this point, the brightly lit ancestral hall revealed its merits, allowing the names on each ancestral tablet to become more distinct under the lens.

Tang Hu, Tang Goudan, Tang Sanwa, Tang Digua... A string of Tang family men’s names appeared, all incredibly down-to-earth. Row after row of names, they were strikingly similar in style.

Except... for the largest tablet in the very center at the top, which displayed the name Tang Jinyuan.

"These Tang family names are... pretty odd? How should I put it, kind of plain?"

"Plain? No, they’re earthy and relatable, alright? Besides, they all share something in common—they’re typical names from a specific era."

"Hey? That reminds me of something. These look like names from a certain special time period."

"Yes, yes! That’s why they feel so familiar, like names from the 1930s or 1940s! Back then, elders used to say that ’humble names ensure survival.’"

"Doesn’t it feel like these are all brothers from a Tang family village or something?"

"If that guess is correct, then they definitely wouldn’t be biological brothers—at most, they’d belong to the same clan."

"Wait, aren’t you all missing the point? Isn’t the most outstanding detail the one female-sounding name at the very top?"

Indeed, among the string of names, only the three characters for "Tang Jinyuan" appeared distinctly feminine, leaving a strong impression.

Because it was placed at the very center and highest point, the tablet signified its owner’s unique status.

Could this be Grandma Tang?

If so, Grandma Tang’s name was truly beautiful, completely unlike the down-to-earth style of the Tang family brothers below.

The audience was once again left in confusion, feeling like ever since Tang Shu got off the bus, things had become increasingly perplexing.

Meanwhile, the comment section was filled with messages like "Can someone explain this? Is there a genius here who can deduce what’s going on?"

Tang Shu walked straight to the small table in front of the tablets, picked up a few incense sticks from the side, lit them, and solemnly bowed three times with the incense in both hands. Then, she inserted the incense into the small bronze censer on the wooden table.

She stepped back a few paces, her gaze lingering on the tablets for a moment, before turning and walking out of the ancestral hall.

"Let’s go."

The cameraman followed her out. The two of them walked along a stone-paved path, and when Tang Shu found Father Tang inside a temporary white plastic makeshift greenhouse, the burly man with a bear-like build was once again tending to plants.

This time, it was a different kind of plant.

If the semi-transparent, pinkish snow lotus in the cellar had been a shade-loving plant, then the ones in the greenhouse were full-on sun-loving ones. The field was a vibrant sea of green, an unusual sight in the freezing low temperatures of Yi City.

And it was obvious that Father Tang was taking excellent care of these greenhouse plants.

"Dad, do you need help?"

"Hmm, these ones are ready. Let’s process them this afternoon."

"Got it."

Both father and daughter were not talkative people; as they got to work, they became even quieter, working in seamless coordination. The livestream captured this scene perfectly:

The duo moved in sync, carefully harvesting all the green plants within a three-meter square area in front of them. Afterward, they transported the harvest to a nearby wooden table specifically prepared for this purpose. On the table was an assortment of peculiar wooden tools that looked rather mysterious.

What is this???

The livestream audience felt utterly defeated by this taciturn father-daughter duo—no one was paying attention to them!

In the end, it was the long-time fans who stepped in, commenting directly in the chat:

"Alright, listen up, here’s a tip. Don’t bother asking Tang Shu to say something. Instead, just contact the Program Team."

"Exactly, exactly. The dad won’t notice the messages anyway. Might as well tell the Program Team directly."

Less than a minute later, the cameraman received a ’hint’ from the Program Team.

Seeing that the two were working within a small area, he set the camera down in one spot and decided to take a break himself.

"Ahem, Miss Tang, Mr. Tang, the audience is really curious about these plants. Could you... explain a bit?"

Immersed in processing the medicinal plants, Tang Shu raised her head in confusion. She finally noticed the barrage of messages flooding the livestream chat.

Wasn’t Sister Luo just cautioning her to say less and avoid causing trouble?

And now, what’s this? Does the Program Team have two faces or something?

Father Tang unceremoniously bonked his daughter on the forehead, leaving a large mud mark on her otherwise pristine skin.

"How could you forget about the show while working? You used to be great at multitasking as a kid. What’s this, getting forgetful as you get older?"

"Dad, could you at least leave your daughter a little dignity?"

"And what good is dignity? Can you eat it?"

"Actually, yes. Your words could affect your daughter’s popularity, you know."

"The family doesn’t rely on your so-called ’popularity’ to get by. That said, if you could manage to support yourself, it’d save me some trouble... Fine, I’ll give you some dignity."

"..."

With a blank face, Tang Shu expressed that she felt zero comfort from this attempt to console her.

The audience erupted into laughter again.

"Oh my, Father Tang is such a boss! Hahaha~~"

"So blunt. Honestly, Uncle, you should just stay out of the house. From what I see, Father Tang does just fine on his own. He doesn’t need you at all, hahaha~~"

"I can’t stop laughing. Father Tang’s disdain is written all over his face. He probably doesn’t want to handle Uncle’s three meals a day..."

Tang Shu sulked for a long time before grabbing a series of tools from the table and bringing them in front of the camera.

"Wanna know what these are? Fine, I’ll introduce them to you: these are all medicinal herbs..."

The audience finally realized that the greenhouse was filled with various Chinese medicinal herbs, not the wild vegetables or unknown greens they had initially assumed.

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