Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1893 Burning Incense and Picking Graves
"My mother, but I have been waiting for him for more than 20 years. For him, I have never married and lived alone."

Yang Ruoqing stared blankly at Luo Fengtang, listening to each word he said, her mood became serious.

That's right, Luo Fengtang can't be blamed for complaining about his father whom he has never met, but if he were himself, he wouldn't forgive him easily.

How many 20 years does a woman have?
The best years of life were spent in waiting, loneliness, and the torment of finding his son.

Hope again and again, disappointment again and again.

"Tang Yazi, this is the grievance of the previous generation. As the younger generation, we should not get involved too much." Yang Ruoqing persuaded.

"If, I mean hypothetical, assuming that one day your own father comes back."

"Admit, or not, we must respect your mother's wishes." She said again.

Luo Fengtang frowned, looking confused.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stretched his frowning brows.

"Okay, it's too early to say about those things. Right now, the most important thing for us is to go to bed quickly, otherwise we won't be able to find the grave for your adoptive father tomorrow." She urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded lightly, pulled off the quilt, and the two hugged each other and fell asleep.

……

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Where is the restaurant? Shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

Another year of Ching Ming Festival, the weather was originally fine, but in these two days, it suddenly began to drizzle.

I don't know if the Lord of Heaven is also pitying the memory of the dead in this world. The misty rain falls on the hair and clothes.

Between heaven and earth, there was suddenly a touch of sadness.

After breakfast, Blacksmith Luo came over, and discussed with Luo Fengtang in the main room about going to the mountain to burn incense and pick graves later.

Yang Ruoqing and Aunt Wang Cuilian were in the kitchen preparing the offerings for the ancestors of the old Luo family.

Rice dumplings, braised big fat meat, red dates, pastries, and a pot of turbid wine.

When everything was ready, Yang Ruoqing went back to the house and changed a pair of shoes, and brought some coir raincoats and bamboo hats to Luo Tiejiang and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang was surprised to see that Yang Ruoqing was also wearing a bamboo hat.

"The weather is bad, why don't you go this year?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Once a year, rain or shine."

Luo Fengtang's eyes showed gratitude, and he nodded vigorously.

Blacksmith Luo on the side heard this and secretly admired her, she is really a good daughter-in-law of the old Luo family.

Wang Cuilian also wanted to go, but was stopped by Blacksmith Luo.

"Your waist flickered a few days ago, so don't go, climb a mountain or something, it will get serious again later." The man said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er is a junior, she will go, and I, an elder, will go even more, otherwise it will be too rude, and my ancestors will blame me."

Blacksmith Luo said: "The ancestors of our old Luo family are all reasonable and will not blame."

Yang Ruoqing also said: "Auntie, my mother-in-law is not feeling well these days, and I have to leave you at home to take care of the baby, so don't go."

"Ancestor, I will explain it to you." She said.

Wang Cuilian said gratefully, "Qing'er, help me kowtow a few more times."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Okay, don't worry, auntie."

Wang Cuilian said: "Then you all go, leave the baby to me, don't worry."

……

In the Mianniu Mountain behind the village, although it was raining in the sky, it couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the big guys to go up the mountain to visit the grave.

This era is very respectful of tradition.

Whether it is high-ranking officials or dignitaries, or traffickers and pawns.

Every year on Ching Ming Festival, we will visit the tombs of our ancestors.

The imperial court, government offices, schools, and shops and restaurants of all walks of life on the street will be closed for a day.

Look, Mu Zichuan, the Tanhua man who didn't even come back for the Chinese New Year, also drove back from the capital with his mother, Widow Liu, all the way.

When he was resting in an open place on the top of a mountain, he happened to meet Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"Hey, isn't that Zi Chuan?"

Yang Ruoqing unscrewed the water bottle she brought, and was about to drink when she suddenly saw a person coming up from the bottom of the hill.

His eyebrows are picturesque, elegant and handsome.

Wearing Tsing Yi on his body, he has a sense of sight that is as elegant as a fairy.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang also saw it.

"It really is Zi Chuan!" Luo Fengtang said, and the two quickly got up and walked over there quickly.

"Zi Chuan, I heard from the aunts washing clothes in the pond that you were coming back this morning. I thought they were guessing, but I didn't expect you to really come back?" Yang Ruoqing greeted Mu Zichuan first.

Mu Zichuan was a little out of breath climbing the hill, but seeing Yang Ruoqing standing in front of him at this moment, he took a deep breath and forced himself to breathe steadily.

"Qing'er, brother Fengtang, Zichuan is being polite."

He shook his sleeves, cupped his fists, and bowed to the couple in front of him.

Yang Ruoqing was startled, and looked at Luo Fengtang, she saw the same thing in his eyes.

Then she laughed.

She raised her hand and patted Mu Zichuan's arm, and she said: "Hey, I said Zichuan, we are together, so don't use that set of etiquette outside? It's so sour, it's messed up. I feel uncomfortable."

Mu Zichuan was startled, then lowered his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"Get used to it..." he said.

Luo Fengtang smiled honestly, and said to Mu Zichuan: "It's okay, it's okay, you can do whatever you like."

"By the way, Zichuan, when did you come back?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Mu Zichuan said: "I left a month ago, and I just arrived at the village early this morning."

Luo Fengtang said: "Then you are also making a special trip to visit the grave?"

Mu Zichuan nodded, and glanced at the direction of the old Mu family's ancestral grave, with a trace of reminiscence and grief in his eyes.

"Yes." He said in a deep voice.

"Last year during the Chinese New Year, I was too busy to go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. I really feel ashamed to be a son and grandson. This trip is a special trip to my hometown to visit the grave. I hope that my ancestors, as well as my late father, will forgive me for my unfilial piety." children and grandchildren."

Seeing his sad and remorseful expression, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other again.

I was really worried that he would cry on the spot.

Yang Ruoqing quickly changed the subject: "Well, Zi Chuan, you're back, what about my godmother? Has she come back yet?"

Although under the strong request of Widow Liu, she has already recognized her as a godmother.

However, when facing Mu Zichuan, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't say the phrase "Brother Gan".

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Mu Zichuan also calmed down his grief, and said, "I originally wanted to keep my mother to stay in the capital for a longer time, but my mother insisted on coming back."

Yang Ruoqing was happy.

"Godmother is back? That's good, that's good. After sweeping the tomb, I'll go and see her!" she said.

Mu Zichuan smiled slightly: "It's rare that you have such a heart. Here, let me thank you for my mother first."

He made a gesture and wanted to bow again, but Yang Ruoqing lifted his arm.

(End of this chapter)