Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Luo family.

Xiao An came over for breakfast in the morning. As soon as he entered the backyard, he smelled a very alluring fragrance wafting from the kitchen.

"Sister, what delicious food did you cook?"

"Come and see!"

When Yang Ruoqing opened the lid of the pan, Xiao An saw oval-shaped fried buns as big as a child's fist, with willow leaves on the surface.

The soft white dough on the outside of the fried buns is sprinkled with black sesame seeds and green onion foam. Yang Ruoqing carefully scoops it up with a spatula, one piece at a time.

The bottom of the fried buns has a golden shell.

"Wow, this is too slippery!"

Xiao An’s favorite is this bite!

The stuffed pork belly is particularly good.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I know you like this one, so open it up and eat it. I made two pots of it!"

Soon, the rest of the family came over.

Yang Ruoqing brought the bowls and chopsticks to everyone. There were two different breakfasts today, one was two pots of fried buns, and the other was mung bean porridge in the pot.

Before Wang Cuilian ate, she did not forget to look around, but hesitated to speak.

Yang Ruoqing immediately understood what she wanted to express, "Don't worry, aunt, I've already prepared two servings before we use the chopsticks."

"One is placed in front of the Kitchen God's shrine, and the other is placed in another place to burn incense and make offerings later in the afternoon."

When Wang Cuilian heard Yang Ruoqing's words, her heart suddenly fell back into her stomach.

"Qing'er, you're so thoughtful. We've reserved all the fried buns. That's great, that's great!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Shui-fried buns are considered a rare treat. It happens to be the Ghost Festival this year, so I will definitely reserve two portions."

These things, in her previous life, Yang Ruoqing would never have thought of even if she was an agent and an elite woman of the new era.

But now, things are different. The rural life of more than 20 years has been deeply integrated with the local culture and ideas.

She has long been immersed in the importance of these customs and habits.

"Auntie, you eat, there is still more in the pot!"

Yang Ruoqing handed a plate full of fried buns to Wang Cuilian with both hands, then turned around to take care of the children...

On the other side of the old Yang family's old house, every room was busy preparing things that each family would use to burn incense in the afternoon.

The fourth bedroom was very lively because I invited my sister and brother-in-law’s whole family over.

On Yang Yongzhi's side, Zhao Liuer's brother Zhao Damao was also invited to celebrate the festival together, so it was also very lively.

In the east room, the atmosphere was a little different.

Lao Yangtou had been sitting there smoking a cigarette since morning. He had smoked all the tobacco in his bag, and his brows did not relax even a little bit.

Only Tan knew that the old man was thinking of his eldest grandson Yang Yongxian, so he was in a bad mood.

So why not the Tan family? The eldest grandson who was raised in the palm of his hand may not be the most promising among the grandsons in the family, but he is still the first.

First, the meaning is always different.

The grandparents are still alive, but the eldest grandson died first. Today is the Ghost Festival, which is also the first Ghost Festival since the eldest grandson Yang Yongxian passed away. The old man felt unhappy, and Mrs. Tan felt equally unhappy.

But compared to being unhappy, Tan had to worry about other things. That other one is Yang Huamei.

"Mei'er, I see that you look very bad. Did you have another nightmare in the middle of the night last night?" Mrs. Tan looked at Yang Huamei's dark circles that were darker than the bottom of the pot, and was extremely worried.

Yang Huamei shook her head: "I don't have any more dreams. I just can't sleep. I'm thinking about a lot of things."

"Just tell me what's going on, and Mom will help you figure it out together."

"Mom, I was thinking, in previous years, I was in charge of the Hungry Ghost Festival, getting up early in the morning to burn offerings and so on."

"I'm in this situation this year. Hongmei is in confinement in a restaurant in town, and Xu Qiaohong is the only woman in the family."

"I'm really worried that they don't know how to handle these things during the Hungry Ghost Festival. By then, Shuanzi won't be able to receive the paper money burned by the descendants of the family. What can be done?"

After hearing what Yang Huamei said, Mrs. Tan just rolled her eyes.

After talking so much, I kept worrying about Lao Wang's family over and over again.

"Meier, Mei'er, what do you want me to say about you? You really don't care much!"

"Mom, I can't control it..."

"If you can't control it, you have to control it. Without Butcher Zhang, can we still eat pigs with hair on them?"

"Don't think that you are so omnipotent that you are indispensable, and don't think that Da Bai and Xiao Hei don't understand anything they think!"

"They are all adults. Even if they don't remember to burn incense for their ancestors, aren't there Wang Hongquan and the old Wang family clan members to remind them?"

"Even if others don't remind you, even if you really don't burn incense, it's still Lao Wang's family's business and has nothing to do with you!"

"You are the daughter of our old Yang family. You will marry Xu Yuanming soon. Just calm down and stop worrying about the troubles of the old Wang family!"

The conversation between the two women inevitably reached the ears of Old Yangtou on the other side of the Eight Immortals table.

Old Yangtou sighed and said, "Your mother is right. A hundred years from now, you will go to the Xu family's ancestral graves with Xu Yuanming. It is impossible to enter the old Wang family's ancestral graves with Wang Shuanzi."

"father!"

Yang Huamei was shocked by Old Yangtou's words.

She suddenly remembered a rumor she had heard from the old people since she was a child, saying that a woman remarried and after her death, both men wanted her.

As a result, the Lord of Hell cut the woman in half with a saw, and one half was a man...

Yang Huamei never thought that one day this kind of thing would happen to her. It would be so terrible!

"Bah, bah, bah, you bad old man, you really can't speak."

Mrs. Tan spat out Old Yang's words and quickly corrected him: "Mei'er is only so young, how can we talk about what will happen a hundred years in the future? We two immortals are still here, what kind of things can we talk about?" !”

"Besides, if you have lived for decades or hundreds of years, you can live happily today and you have not wronged yourself. This is enough."

"There's no need to think so much about the future. Maybe people die like a lamp going out, and those things are gone. In the end, maybe it's just a thought for everyone!"

"I'm just going to say something treasonous. No one can say for sure whether there is an afterlife or whether there is such a place. Those who are sure will never come back. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Don't worry about it so much!"

Just like that, Mr. Tan smashed and smashed the topic directly.

Old Yangtou stopped dwelling on this topic. He gathered up the tobacco poles and said, "I'll go to the front yard to check on the situation in each room, as well as at the entrance of the village. I'll urge them not to leave anything behind."

Mrs. Tan: "Go ahead! Mr. Mo came over this morning and told us that he would send us pork belly fried rice noodle cakes later in the morning. Don't wait too long elsewhere."