Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1036 Cousins ​​get married... (three more)

"Oh, that's terrible," she said.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?" someone asked.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the big and small old Yang, with a strange expression on her face: "Master and grandpa are siblings, so aren't the second uncle and the second mother cousins?"

Cousins ​​get married...

Let me go, chaos, Lun.

At this moment, everyone in the yard was belatedly thinking of this incident, and all of them had weird expressions.

Both old Yangtou and little old Yangtou were embarrassed.

Mistakes harm people, harm three generations!
"Don't worry about Erfang, let's go to the mountain!" Old Yang waved his hand, picked up the shovel and set off.

Everyone followed, and a large team marched out the door.

All the villagers along the way came out to watch. At the corner of the intersection ahead, a figure came towards us with a shovel, a pole and a basket.

It was Luo Fengtang.

"Grandpa, little grandpa."

Luo Fengtang took the initiative to say hello to the big and small old men who were walking in front of the team.

"Tang Yazi, what are you...?" Old Yang asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "I'm also going to repair the grave of my great-grandmother."

Old Yang said: "But, you and Qing'er haven't married yet, how can I ask you..."

"Qing'er and I are getting married soon, her great-grandmother is my great-grandmother, and the younger generation also wants to be filial." Luo Fengtang said.

Old Yangtou was moved, and the little old Yangtou beside him was also full of admiration.

"Okay, okay, your great-grandmother has a spirit in the sky, and she will definitely bless you all in the south."

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang's shoulder.

Luo Fengtang hurried back to the team and came straight to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"I'll get it."

He couldn't help but directly took the bamboo basket in her hand.

In the basket, there are offerings and drinks.

"Your wounds are all healed? Is it okay to climb mountains?"

Although she knew that his wound had healed a lot, she still couldn't help asking one more question.

He shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Ah That's good!"

A group of people followed behind the buttocks of old and small old Yangtou, and headed for Sleeping Niu Mountain behind the village.

A group of people have arrived on the mountain, so I will go.

There was a lot of rain and snow in the second half of the year, and the little concubine's lonely grave was almost washed away.

The red soil was turned over, and there were dead branches and leaves scattered on it, as well as the footprints of some wild animals.

Not far from the side, there are two grand tombs standing side by side, with steles erected.

Old Yang couldn't bear it anymore.

The old man fell to his knees with a 'plop' on the barren grave that was almost flattened below him.

Holding the red soil with the palms of both hands, he buried his head and cried loudly.

"Mother, dear mother..."

"My son is late, my son is wrong..."

Little Old Yang also knelt down, "Mother, my son is not filial and has made you suffer for so many years..."

Two old men, both over seventy years old, knelt there and wept bitterly.

The children and grandchildren watching this scene worried.

Each of them recalled that when they came to visit the grave in the past, they never looked at this little dirt bag.

Even, several times, we pulled weeds on the two graves over there, and the weeds were thrown on the small soil bag.

Peeing or something, they even come to this little soil to pee on purpose.

Influenced by old Yangtou, all of them despised and hated the little concubine buried here.

At this moment, each of them realized that half of what was flowing in their body was the blood of this little concubine.

Without her, there would be no Lao Yangtou, and there would be no children and grandchildren like them.

She is her true ancestor, her grandmother, and her great-grandmother.

But what about myself, what did I do?
Everyone was asking themselves, with their heads bowed, including Yang Ruoqing.

Xu was influenced by this atmosphere, and everyone knelt down.

If there is a soul, I only hope that the deceased soul can forgive the ignorance of the younger generations.

After crying for a while, everyone started to act.

Shoveling soil, cultivating soil, picking basket after basket.

Everyone worked together, and a brand new tomb was erected.

Finally, a stele was erected.

In front of the stele, a platform was specially built. On the one hand, it was used to reinforce the tomb bag, so that it was not easy to be washed away by the rain and landslide.

On the other hand, it is also convenient for priests to kneel and worship.

The offerings were placed in a long row, and Lao Yang squatted in front of the grave, burning a lot of incense paper.

The yellow and red incense paper was ignited by the fire, and burned into pieces of black things like dead leaves and butterflies.

Blown by the wind, it floated into the sky, and finally turned into piles of black powder.

Old Yang looked at the black powder.

In front of my eyes, I seem to see many years ago again.

When he was a few years old, there was always a crazy woman in the eyes of others.

She looked at him from a distance, looked at him.

When no one was around, she slipped into his room, wanting to hug him and hear him call mother.

But what about him?
But he treated her like a lunatic and beat and kicked her.

If he hadn't told Dad and the others about her slipping into the house, Dad and the others wouldn't have ambushed in the house.

In the last time, when Dad and the others beat and kicked her, he actually hid aside and watched...

He will never forget the look in her eyes, a nightmare for a lifetime.

This is the reason why he hated her when he grew up, and even in his whole life.

At this moment, he understood the look in her eyes.

It's sadness, despair...

It should be that time that completely made her feel cold.

She just hanged herself...

"Mother, my own mother, my son made a mistake, my son regrets..."

Old Yang cried out again, and even raised his hand to slap himself hard on the face.

He was stopped by the little old Yangtou next to him.

"Brother, my mother is gone. From now on, our brothers will be fine, and my mother has a spirit in the sky, so I should rest in peace..."

The two old brothers hugged each other and cried.

In the end, the big guys lit all the firecrackers they brought.

The crisp and loud sound of firecrackers startled the birds and beasts in the deep mountains to scurry around.

The sound of firecrackers shook the sky on this side, echoed in the mountains for a long time, and then gradually subsided...

At night, Lao Yangtou summoned everyone to the East Wing.

"To make a long story short, you are called here tonight for this."

As Old Yang said, he directly took out a few bank notes from his body.

"This is a thank you gift from Mr. Yan Huai'an. It's 200 taels of silver in total."

"It's not fair to divide according to each room."

"Take Da Fang as an example. The four boys are about to get married. And the fifth house is only a few months old."

Old Yang nodded.

"Your mother and I have thought about it and plan to divide it according to the number of grandchildren. The grandchildren and grandchildren are the same."

"200 taels of silver, your mother and I will keep 60 taels of silver."

"Why do you want to keep these 60 taels? Your mother and I have a sick and painful person on weekdays, so we can't always go to you for it."

"The remaining 140 taels of silver will be divided among the thirteen grandchildren..."

"Dad, did you miscalculate? How can there be so many grandchildren?" Yang Hua'an said.

Everyone looked at Yang Hua'an.

(End of this chapter)