Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11405

Yang Huaming and Luo Fengtang came to the front yard and found Yang Ruoqing waiting for her alone in the main room.

Yang Ruoqing stood in front of the shrine enshrining the ancestral tablets of the Yang family, holding a fire starter in her hand and reverently inserting the lit incense into the incense burner in front of the shrine.

The green smoke curled up and floated towards the shrine in a crooked manner. The black names engraved on the tablets were also shrouded in mist. The tablets absorbed the incense and seemed to be awakened.

The main room was solemn and yet extremely peaceful.

Yang Huaming was stunned when he saw this, then he smiled: "Qing'er, today is not a special day, why are you burning incense for your ancestors?"

Generally speaking, people burn incense at their home shrines, except for a few special festivals in a year. More particular families will burn additional incense on the first and fifteenth day of every month.

Normally, people would not burn incense casually, unless something very special happened and they had to report it to their ancestors.

After Yang Ruoqing inserted the incense into the incense burner, she bowed three times before turning to Yang Huaming and saying, "This trip to the construction site was very dangerous and full of bad luck. I was able to escape safely thanks to the protection of our Yang family ancestors, so I will burn some incense for them."

Yang Huaming understood and nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Yang Ruoqing's behavior: "Yes, yes, it's time to burn some incense."

Luo Fengtang walked out from beside him and went straight to Yang Ruoqing's side. He glanced at the shrine in front of him and said, "I am Qing'er's husband and the son-in-law of the old Yang family. I should also bow twice."

Luo Fengtang also bowed several times.

The names on the tablets on the shrine looked hazy, as if they were shining.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were worshipping wholeheartedly and didn't pay attention to those things.

However, Yang Huaming, who was standing not far away, seemed to have caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He looked carefully, but saw nothing.

"Fourth Uncle, do you want to come and pay your respects as well?" Yang Ruoqing asked Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming waved his hand without thinking: "I won't bow anymore, you guys can do it."

Yang Ruoqing thought that your fourth aunt Liu from the fourth room almost got into big trouble this time. She secretly hid the Tai Sui meat and ran it around, almost bringing harm to relatives, friends, and the entire area's elders and villagers. Fortunately, with the blessings of the ancestors, Tang Yazi and the others found her in time and cut off the source of the disaster.

Everyone must worship, but your fourth uncle should be the one to worship the most!

"Fourth Uncle, the incense is still burning, it's just right for you to come over and worship." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Yang Huaming still shook his head and even took a few steps back.

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing sighed inwardly. She could only look at the shrine and ask for forgiveness and continued protection from the ancestors of the fourth branch in her heart.

After the worship, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang prepared to leave hand in hand, and Yang Huaming followed behind them.

He hadn't taken two steps when he suddenly heard a sigh behind him.

That sigh sounded like the sigh of an old man who was very disappointed with his juniors.

Yang Huaming turned around and there was nothing behind him.

He continued to walk forward, and suddenly there was a "click" sound from the shrine behind him, as if a tablet had fallen off.

Yang Huaming turned around abruptly.

The tablets on the shrine were all placed upright, and none of them fell over.

"Fourth Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why are you walking so fast?" Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had already passed the front courtyard. She noticed that Yang Huaming was left behind for a long time. She couldn't help but stop and turned around to ask in surprise. Yang Huaming, however, stood there with his back bent, and stretched his neck to look around nervously at the shrine. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his face was full of confusion. He was still mumbling, "No way? I heard it clearly, what's going on?"

His strange behavior made Yang Ruoqing shake her head.

She said to Luo Fengtang, "Grandpa has gone to talk to Grandpa Jiang. Let's go to my father's house! Forget about Fourth Uncle!"

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Okay, Fourth Uncle will catch up later."

The two of them walked away hand in hand and left the main hall of Old Yang's house.

In the main room, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the patio, rolling up the dead leaves in the patio to form a small tornado.

Yang Huaming tightened his clothes and shivered. Just as he looked over, the dead leaves rolled by the tornado were twisting and turning in the patio, as if a human figure was standing in the patio, staring at Yang Huaming and twisting towards him.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost!"

Yang Huaming howled, jumped up, and ran to the door desperately.

Behind him, the tornado actually floated up from the half-meter-deep skylight and chased after Yang Huaming. In the whistling wind, there seemed to be the laughter of old men and old ladies, and even hands stretched out from the wind to grab Yang Huaming's ankles...

"boom!"

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Yang Huaming's right foot was tripped by something and he fell out and into a room.

The room was so quiet and dark.

Yang Huaming supported himself on the ground with his hands, which were filled with something wet and delicate, similar to incense ash. He also smelled the scent of Yuanbao candles.

He suddenly thought of something and raised his head abruptly. In front of him was a four-room table with Yang Yongxian's spirit tablet on it. There were offerings in front of the tablet and two extinguished white candles on the candlestick.

There was a clay basin under the table, filled with paper money that Old Yang used to burn for Yang Yongxian on festivals and the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month. The ashes from the paper money would be blown out and all over the floor.

"Oh my god, what's going on!"

Yang Huaming didn't dare to look around, he didn't know what happened to him today, it was so strange that he fell into Yongxian's former house!
This room is a restricted area in the eyes of other people in the Yang family. Apart from the old man, the three brothers Yongjin, Yongzhi and Yongqing come in to take care of it. No one else dares to come in easily.

"Yongxian, Fourth Uncle didn't mean to offend me, please don't be offended!"

Yang Huaming struggled to get up from the ground, muttering to himself, and fled from Yang Yongxian's house in a panic with his head down.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, an inexplicable gust of wind blew and slammed the door behind him.

It was as if Yang Yongxian was standing at the door and slammed it shut.

"Mom!"

Yang Huaming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His stiff body was like a wound-up iron toad. With a howl, he suddenly jumped forward and finally jumped out of the main door of the old house. He fell on the bluestone pavement at the door and rolled twice before stopping.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had already walked out of the main hall of the old Yang family and were almost at the entrance of the alley when they suddenly heard a noise coming from behind them and both turned around at the same time.

Yang Huaming was seen rolling out with one of his shoes flying off. If there hadn't been two knee-high rolling stones placed on the edge of the road at the entrance, he would have rolled directly into the ditch at the entrance!

"Fourth Uncle!"

Yang Ruoqing exclaimed, and turned around and ran back with Luo Fengtang.