Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The time soon came after lunch.

It's not covered in autumn. It's all white outside every day. When you walk around outside, you feel like your scalp is peeling off a layer of the sun.

But even though the afternoon was so hot, Lao Yang's family, Yang Ruoqing and the others just rested at home for a while before going out.

The large army wore straw hats to protect the sun and carried water bottles and other things, and marched toward the river behind the village.

Every year during the Ghost Festival, everyone in the village comes to the river with a tacit understanding. As a clan and family unit, everyone chooses a piece of land in the grass by the river, and then places the incense, candles, paper money, and other offerings they brought. Sacrifice.

The autumn grass has long been sunburned and turned yellow. When it encounters sparks, it will catch fire at first, and it will crackle and make a crisp sound when it burns.

If you encounter a gust of south wind, it can carry the fire for a long distance. If you don't leave someone to look after it, the grass next to the river dam will be burned for you, and thick smoke will rise into the sky.

So everyone in Lao Yang's family gathered by the river, burned incense, offered sacrifices, and taught the children to bow.

After everything was done, the adults squatted on the ground and took care of the fire with branches in their hands, while the children were playing and chasing around.

I guess it took more than half an hour to finish.

After finishing the work, the women were asked to take the children back to the village, while the rest of the group prepared to go into the mountains to burn incense and offer sacrifices in front of Yang Yongxian's grave.

Yang Ruoqing is the only woman left.

As everyone was getting ready to leave, someone chased them, shouting: "Qing'er, wait a minute."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked around, only to see a woman wearing a blue and blue floral cloth bun on her head. She had a basket in her arm, and she was holding a five or six-year-old boy in her other hand.

"Sister-in-law? Zhen'er?"

It turned out to be Liao Meiying and Zhen'er who had remarried Zhang Youfu a long time ago.

The arrival of mother and son Liao Meiying and Zhen'er surprised everyone present.

Even Yang Ruoqing didn't expect them to come.

Because since Liao Meiying took Zhen'er and remarried to the Zhang family, Zhen'er no longer appeared in the ranks of the old Yang family during the incense-burning sacrifices during the Ghost Festival and New Year's Day.

Everyone can understand this. It is inconvenient to carry the child up the mountain because he is too young. He cannot let Zhang Youfu take care of him, right?

But this time, although everyone was a little surprised by the appearance of their mother and son, they were relieved after hearing Liao Meiying's explanation.

Because Liao Meiying said: "This year is no better than previous years. This is the first year of Yongxian. Zhen'er is his only son. It is appropriate to burn incense and kowtow to his father in front of the grave."

Everyone nodded.

Yang Ruoqing even touched Zhen'er's head.

To be honest, although Zhen'er is Yang Yongxian's only remaining bloodline in this world, Zhen'er's facial features completely follow the outline of Liao Meiying.

Except for her gender, which is similar to Yang Yongxian, in other aspects, she really has nothing to do with her!

However, even if he looks different, it cannot change the indisputable fact that he is Yang Yongxian's biological son.

Lao Yangtou and the others looked at Liao Meiying with satisfaction. They thought this woman was okay and sensible. They didn't go to Lao Zhang's house to say hello, but she came over on her own initiative.

"Zhen'er, come here, Grandpa is holding your hand." Old Yang waved to Zhen'er, his face full of love and relief.

Zhen'er is not very familiar with Lao Yangtou anymore, or in other words, Zhen'er is not very familiar with most people in Lao Yang's family now.

Except for a few children of the same age as Xiao Sanzi and Xiao Niuniu...

It's just that on an occasion like today, little Sanzi, Xiao Niuniu and other children will not go to the mountains. Zhen'er is the only child here, so Zhen'er faces the wave of Old Yangtou and the love released by her great grandfather. , the child did not grasp it, but hid behind Liao Meiying, sticking out half of his head to look at Lao Yangtou from a distance.

Liao Meiying tried several times but failed to pull Zhen'er out from behind. She looked helpless and a little embarrassed. I could only explain to Old Yangtou: "This child has such a temper, please don't blame me..."

Lao Yangtou also retracted his hand and smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I'm just a kid. I'll get along with you after a while."

Liao Meiying nodded repeatedly.

Old Yangtou looked around and said, "Everyone is about the same, right? Let's set off then, go there early and come back early."

Today is the Ghost Festival. Before the sun sets, it is best to go back to the village and try not to wander outside.

Everyone set off, and the old and young men marched into the mountain and headed straight to Yang Yongxian's cemetery.

Yang Ruoqing and Liao Meiying naturally walked together.

At first, Zhen'er followed them, but after following for a while, the road up the mountain became increasingly difficult, and Zhen'er couldn't walk.

At this time, Yang Yongqing, Xiao An and the others took turns carrying him on their backs.

Liao Meiying felt a little sorry, "I brought him here, but it only added to your burden..."

Yang Yongqing laughed and said, "Sister-in-law, don't say that. We are very happy if you can bring Zhen'er over!"

Xiao An also nodded.

Liao Meiying looked at the simple smiling faces of the brothers-in-law in front of her, especially when she saw the sincerity with which they treated Zhen'er.

Liao Meiying was deeply moved, as if she had returned to those days of the old Yang family.

Whatever you say, during those years in Lao Yang's house, aside from the loneliness and depression that Yang Yongxian brought to her, other people got along really well with her.

Everyone treats her very well, even her grandparents take good care of her.

She is obviously a grandma who likes to scold others, but she, the eldest granddaughter-in-law, has never said anything bad.

If it weren't for Yang Yongxian who couldn't bear it any longer, she wouldn't have reconciled with him, and resolutely took Zhen'er to remarry Zhang Youfu.

"I didn't come to the Ghost Festival two years ago because Zhen'er was still young." Liao Meiying took the initiative to explain to Yang Yongqing and Xiao An, "Now Zhen'er is six years old, and she will get older and older every year in the future. A year of understanding."

"When the Ghost Festival and New Year's Day come, I will urge him to come back and visit the graves of the ancestors of the old Yang family with everyone, and fulfill the responsibilities of the descendants of the old Yang family."

Everyone will be satisfied after hearing Liao Meiying's statement.

Even the waist of Lao Yangtou, who was walking at the front of the team, seemed to be a little straighter.

"Sister-in-law, the road ahead is even harder. Come on, let's help you!"

Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to hold Liao Meiying's arm and helped her walk.

Liao Meiying knew very well that it was not Qing'er who was afraid of falling, but Qing'er was worried that she would fall.

Because along the way just now, her feet staggered a lot, and Qing'er grabbed her several times...

"Qing'er, I had a strange dream last night, about your elder brother."

Liao Meiying suddenly whispered to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing then deliberately slowed down her pace and lagged behind the person in front of her by several steps.

"What are you dreaming about? Tell me."