Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11780

Wanghai County, Mianniu Mountain, Ghost Festival.

"It has to be Qing'er, what she said... is wonderful!" Yang Huaming carefully pondered Yang Ruoqing's words, stroking his chin and sighing deeply.

The others also showed expressions of agreement, and some even paused for a few seconds before realizing what was happening, feeling as if they had been enlightened and had suddenly understood.

Yang Huazhou deeply agreed, saying, "I also agree with this statement. In this world, there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. If you want to compare yourself with others, there will never be an end to it."

"Even emperors have their own troubles, so the most important thing in life is to be content with what you have."

"Even if you're penniless, go look at the disabled people under the overpass. They're blind, lame, covered in sores, and on the verge of death... You'll realize that having a healthy body, being able to run and walk, is a blessing!"

As everyone shared their thoughts, Old Yang's gaze swept over the speaker, following Shun'er.

Finally, his gaze returned to Yang Ruoqing, his eyes filled with relief.

"Qing'er is so young, yet she has such insights; it's truly remarkable."

"You flatter me, sir. The fact that you could ask such a question, and that you already know the answer, shows that you are no ordinary person."

Old Yang waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I'm not as good as you. You've only just started to understand this principle. I've lived to this age and it's only now that I'm gradually developing this kind of understanding. In the end, you're better than me."

The old man's gaze swept over the others present: "You are all better than me!"

Some people accepted Old Yang's praise with a smile, while others waved their hands modestly.

In short, the debate along the way has generated a lot of emotional value among the participants, like a sedan chair being carried by people.
Even during the hottest part of autumn, when everyone is sweating profusely and panting for breath, they don't care at all.

When they arrived near the ancestral burial ground, everyone was finally able to take a break.

"Look, there's a stream over there, and water!" Yang Yongqing spotted a stream winding its way past nearby. Apart from Old Yang, Yang Huazhong, and the blacksmith Luo, who were diligently and devoutly arranging offerings, everyone else went to the stream together.

Yang Ruoqing also arrived, scooping up a handful of stream water with both hands. Wow, this stream water comes from underground, it's so refreshing!

When you splash water on your face, every pore that was clogged with sweat and oil opens up instantly, greedily breathing in the coolness from the ground.

"This feels so good, I feel like I've come back to life!" someone exclaimed comfortably.

Yang Ruoqing felt as if she had suddenly stepped from a heatwave into an air-conditioned room; the comfort was simply indescribable!

"Kids, come over here quickly when you're done washing, we need to kowtow to our ancestors." Yang Huazhong shouted towards the stream.

"coming."

"Come here."

Soon, everyone returned to the ancestral graves and stood in several rows according to age and seniority.

Old Yang stood to one side, holding a pipe in his hand, puffing away, smoke rings dancing in the air. His gaze swept over the row of children and grandchildren in front of him, tall and short, big and small, men and women, his weathered face full of contentment.

Although he didn't achieve much in his life, seeing his children and grandchildren, all of whom he had built his empire, made the old man feel that his life had been worthwhile!

While everyone was kowtowing, no one spoke. I guess they were all busy making wishes, just like Yang Ruoqing.

Haha, as netizens in later generations jokingly say, expecting Brother Xu to wish for 500 million yuan for just a few dollars is asking too much of the gods and bodhisattvas!

So today, if our ancestors really have spirits, they might think this meal isn't very tasty!
After all, there were several rows of people standing in front of this ancestral grave, and their wish lists were probably half a person high...

After kowtowing and making wishes, everyone washed their faces by the stream and then went down the mountain together.

On the way down the mountain, we passed through a grove of trees—the same grove where we had witnessed Li Wei and Hei Feng's shameful act during the tenth anniversary of Yang Hua'an's death. Someone mentioned that there were chestnut trees in that grove, which they had seen last time.

So everyone immediately forgot about the embarrassing incident they had witnessed last time and rushed into the grove to pick chestnuts.

"Wow, there really is a huge chestnut tree!"

"This chestnut tree must be at least seven or eight years old; it's so big that two people can't wrap their arms around it!"

"So many chestnuts!"

"This chestnut ball is bigger than my fist."

"I didn't bring a machete or gloves, so I can't do it."

"Haha, that's you guys, so I brought some." Yang Yongqing took out a pair of coarse hemp gloves and a wood-chopping knife from the basket on his back.

"It has to be you, you've prepared everything so thoroughly."

"Absolutely. I'll climb up first, and you guys can collect the loot from below."

"When we're done, we'll split it evenly. You worked hard chopping it, and we had a hard time picking it up. This thing could kill someone."

"Haha, of course! We'll share the good times and the bad..."

This chestnut tree is so big, and there are so many chestnuts on it that even though everyone in the Yang family had already cracked open the chestnut pods and only took the chestnuts with their shells on, they still filled the big basket that Yang Yongqing had brought to the brim.

"Goodness, this must weigh at least 60 or 70 pounds."

If each family divides five or six jin (2.5-3 catties), it'll be enough for everyone!
As the sun began to set, Yang Ruoqing returned home. Tuantuan, Yuanyuan, and Nini were all waiting at the gate of the yard. Yige was very anxious. When they saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo the blacksmith appear, the three children's eyes lit up.

"Mom, what are you holding in your hand?" Tuantuan noticed something was wrong at a glance.

"Chestnut."

Wow, so many chestnuts!

"I like to eat chestnuts."

Tuantuan and Yuanyuan each grabbed a chestnut and ate it; they like to eat them raw.

Whether it's chestnuts or water chestnuts, they all like to eat them raw, but this time, Yang Ruoqing wouldn't allow it.

"You've just recovered from your illness, so you can't eat raw food. Wait until it's cooked before you eat it."

"Besides, Nini is envious when you eat raw food. You need to set a good example for Nini, okay?"

The two boys looked at each other, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded together: "Okay, we are the uncles, and we will set an example for Nini."

Yang Ruoqing bent down, picked up Nini, and carried her home, saying, "Nini, Grandma will make you braised chicken with chestnuts, chestnut pastries, sugar-roasted chestnuts, and chestnut mooncakes tonight, okay?"

Nini barely understood what Yang Ruoqing was talking about, because she had never eaten or even seen any of the things Yang Ruoqing was talking about in her life.

But the two little ones following behind Yang Ruoqing, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, kept swallowing their saliva as Yang Ruoqing talked about the food.

Yang Ruoqing was both amused and exasperated by the loud spitting sounds from her two sons.

These two silly boys are really susceptible to temptation. What delicious treats have they ever missed?
But I was deeply attracted by the locally grown ingredients from the village and the mountains.

Perhaps this is the taste of home, the taste of childhood, the taste of mother!