Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 142 The Lonely Grave (Part [-])

Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Yongjin a few more words, and soon, the large army arrived at the destination of Niutou Peak.

The ancestral grave of Lao Yang's family is buried here.

Old Yangtou and his children and grandchildren stopped in front of a tomb, and then began to order Yang Hua'an, Yang Huazhou and others to weed the tomb and cut down the dead branches on the tomb.

Everyone got busy, and here, Mrs. Sun waited patiently with a few children.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the tomb that was sorted out and looked bigger than those nearby.

She turned her head and asked Sun: "Mother, which ancestor is buried in this grave?"

Sun glanced over there, and said in a low voice, "Your great-grandfather, great-grandmother."

"Oh."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it turned out that they were old Yangtou's parents.

Husband and wife buried together!

"Mother, is that small dirt slope next to the side a grave or something?"

Yang Ruoqing cast her eyes on the collapsed earth slope over there again, and asked Mrs. Sun.

Intuitively, she felt that it should also be a grave.

But just now, I heard Old Yang ordered his children and grandchildren to throw all the dead branches and weeds that were cut down to that place.

If it was really a tomb, then what Old Yang did was a bit inappropriate.

The dead are respected, you put all the things you don’t want on other people’s houses, aren’t you afraid of that?

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question.A look of embarrassment appeared on Sun's face.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she immediately felt suspicious and asked more questions.

Sun glanced at the bustling old Yang family over there, gritted her teeth, and whispered something into Yang Ruoqing's ear.

"Yeah? Is there such a thing?"

A gleam of surprise flashed in Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

But Mrs. Sun winked at her and warned in a low voice: "This is a matter for our ancestors of the old Yang family. We are juniors, so we should keep quiet!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, I know!"

She turned around, glanced at the lonely small tomb again, then looked at the joint tomb here, and shook her head secretly.

Be a woman, don't be a mistress.

It doesn't matter whether it's ancient or modern, if the mistress wants to defeat her original partner, that's not something ordinary people can do!

In the end, people are getting old and decrepit, men don't care about you anymore, and they don't get any status, and they can't enter the ancestral tomb even after they die.

Buried by the side, all alone, without a son or a daughter.

The tomb collapsed and no one repaired it.During festivals, there is no incense.

People looked down upon her during her lifetime, and after her death her grave has to be trampled on by the children and descendants left behind by her original spouse, why bother?

But, having said that, isn't Lao Yang's family a generation of farmers?Why is Lao Yangtou's father, Lao Lao Yangtou can still take a concubine?

Well, this is indeed a lucky secret of Lao Yang's family. When I go back, I must dig it out with my father!

Burned incense, kowtowed, and set off firecrackers.

Old Yang was standing in front of the grave, his old eyes were full of hot tears, and he was muttering in his mouth, as if he was talking to his parents who were buried in the soil!

The others also bowed their heads and listened silently without gnawing.

The mountain wind is blowing, the sun is setting, and there is a different kind of bleakness and loneliness in the mountains.

Yang Ruoqing tightened her clothes and wanted to go back.

Fortunately, at this time, Lao Yang finally waved his hand: "It's almost there, let's go down the mountain!"

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When the group returned to the village, twilight fell everywhere.

In front is the gate of Lao Yang's house, and Lao Yang headed straight forward with a group of children and grandchildren.

Behind him, Mrs. Sun led the three children and turned into the alley next to him.

Once the family is separated, you can't enter through the main entrance of Lao Yang's house, unless there are special circumstances.

From Yang Huazhong's room, came the voice of the old grandson talking to Yang Huazhong.

Yang Ruoqing secretly hooked the corners of her lips.

It's good to have Gagong here, don't worry about Dad being lonely this afternoon, and it's difficult to drink saliva.

"Qing'er, take your two younger brothers to rest, and mother to boil water for dinner." Sun said.

"Mother, you should take your younger brothers to rest, and I'll serve dinner!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.

"Alright!"

So, Niang and the others split up.

Yang Ruoqing filled the crock with cold water.

On the stove, embedded in the middle of two pots for cooking rice and vegetables, there are three earthen pots, large and small.

These earthen jars are very useful.

It can be used to boil water for drinking and bathing for the whole family.

It can also be used to serve rice soup, stew and so on.

There is the largest earthen pot, which will be used to boil pig food in the future.

Yang Ruoqing considered that everyone sweated after climbing the mountain and had to take a hot bath at night, so she filled all the large and small earthen pots with water.

How about something to eat at night?

She began to ponder again.

I'm a little tired and don't want to be too much trouble.

It suddenly occurred to me that I went back to the market and weighed the ten catties of wheat flour that came back.

Yang Ruoqing went back to the house to scoop up six servings, and brought two eggs, planning to reward her family with scallion egg pancakes at night.

Beat two eggs into the wheat flour, a handful of scallion foam, sprinkle a little salt star, and then change to cold water and start stirring.

Because it is thin, similar to the kind of soft cakes with dough.

So, no need to knead the dough, just whisk them into a semi-fluid liquid.

Then stuff firewood into the stove and heat the pot.

Take the loofah naan and dip it in some rapeseed oil, and brush it around the bottom of the pot to ensure that it does not stick to the pot.

Then, scoop the egg noodle liquid with a ladle and pour it into the pot.

Just pour it down like a fried egg, from top to bottom along the mouth of the pot, in a circle...

The batter mixed with eggs quickly condenses into a solid under high-temperature baking, sticking to the surface of the pot.

Estimating the heat, Yang Ruoqing picked up the two sides of the omelette with a spatula, and then stretched out her hands, like drying a quilt, and adjusted the sides of them.

The seemingly simple edge adjustment is actually the most test of hand speed and skill.

Hehe, the single dog moves extremely fast, Yang Ruoqing is so slippery!

The huge round egg noodle pancake stood up whole without any cracks.

Moreover, the side that was attached to the pot before has already shown a golden color just right.

Put all the facial fluid in the pot to play, and there is already a thick stack of egg pancakes in the small dustpan on the pot table.

Fragrant and hot, with eggs and green onions dotted in it, just one glance is enough to arouse people's appetite.

They are folded like small quilts, neatly stacked.

Considering that chewing noodles like this was a bit monotonous, Yang Ruoqing took some mother-in-law diced and shepherd's purse that had been marinated some time ago, chopped them up, added some soy sauce, vinegar, and dried chili peppers, and made it into an appetizing side dish.

In this way, when eating, you can have a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of spicy dishes.

You can also wrap spicy dishes in the noodles!

When she brought the noodles and spicy dishes to the room next door, she happened to catch up with Yang Huazhong asking about the trouble between Yang Ruoqing and Da'an, who was halfway up the mountain.

"Second brother is too outrageous, this is the second time he wants to rape my child! An elder, how can he do this!"

Yang Huazhong had a gloomy face, very displeased.

(End of this chapter)