Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The sneaky Yang Yongxian
Changping Village, New Year's Eve.

Near noon, the villagers who went up the mountain to burn incense and worship their ancestors almost all rested on a large platform with a wide view on the mountainside.

The big guys were smoking dry tobacco, drinking the tea brought from home, looking at the stretching fields under their feet, looking for the specific location of Changping Village and the surrounding small villages in Shiliba Village, talking, laughing, and expressing their emotions excellent.

"Since Yongxian is back, why doesn't he go up the mountain to burn incense?"

Yang Huaming looked around. Among the villagers passing by, they were all from the village or neighboring villages. The ancestors and relatives of the big guys were all buried in this mountain.

Every year when people go up the mountain to worship their ancestors and burn incense, this platform on the mountainside has almost become the default resting place for the big guys, and everyone who goes up the mountain to burn incense will come back here.

"I'm afraid I don't know the way." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Huaming said: "Impossible, they are all in their thirties, and they used to come with us every year to burn incense. Tie Dan knew the way and where the graves of our ancestors were. How could Yongxian not recognize them? ? He is the eldest grandson of Old Yang’s parents!”

Yang Huazhou turned his head to look at Yongjin: "Yongjin, you came to burn incense earlier, didn't you say hello to Yongxian?"

Yang Yongjin now has two daughters and one son. Today he burns incense. The eighth sister stays at home to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. The eldest daughter Xiuxiu also stays at home to take care of her younger brother, so he brought his second daughter up the mountain to burn incense.

At this moment, the mountain wind messed up the second daughter's hair. When Yang Huazhou asked Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongjin's big hands were clumsily braiding the second daughter's hair!
"My youngest son was making a fuss at the time, and I asked Yongzhi to say hello if I couldn't spare time! Yongzhi, did you go to say hello to your elder brother?"

Yang Yongzhi was feeding Hong'er tea, and said without raising his head when he heard this, "I don't want to see you, so I let Yongqing go."

Everyone's eyes fell on Yang Yongqing, "Hey, where's Kid Qing? He was still here before, why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Xiao An raised her finger and pointed to the woods in front of her: "I went there, I should be back soon."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Yongqing came out of the woods with his trousers in his hands, he was refreshed, walking briskly, humming a little song.

"Boy Qing, I told you to ask your elder brother to go up the mountain to burn incense. Have you gone yet?" Yang Huazhou asked.

Yang Yongqing was stunned for a moment, and then said: "At first I really didn't want to go, but the third brother gave me five cents, so I ran for a while, and I told him!"

"You said it, so why didn't he come? We have been on the mountainside for a long time and haven't seen him. There are still one or two graves burned and we will go home." Yang Huazhou said.

Yang Yongqing raised his hand and scratched his head, "Then I don't know what's going on. When I went, he was sitting by the bed and talking to my master. I told him about burning incense. He said let's go first. Then go up the mountain by yourself."

Yang Huazhou stopped asking.

Yang Huazhong looked around: "Wait for another stick of incense, if you don't come again, we will leave."

A stick of incense has passed.

The villagers who went up the mountain to burn incense passed here one after another, and the burning of incense was almost coming to an end, but Yang Huazhong and the others still stayed here to wait for Yang Yongxian.

During this process, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang not only paid homage to the ancestors of the Luo family, but also went to burn incense in front of the Mu family's parents' grave instead of Mu Zichuan. When they returned to the mountainside platform, they found Yang Huazhong and the others were still there.

Yang Huaming looked at the sun on his head, and couldn't help saying to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, don't talk about one stick of incense, both sticks of incense have been burned, it seems that Yongxian won't come to worship the ancestors, Let's stop waiting for a girl with this idiot!"

Yang Huazhou also said: "Third brother, let's go down the mountain, and we will go to the earth temple at the entrance of the village to burn incense later!"

Yang Huazhong looked away from the intersection, sighed, got up and patted the dust behind him and said, "Let's go, go down the mountain."

In Lao Yangtou's room at the entrance of the village, Lao Yangtou urged Yang Yongxian for the third time: "Yongxian, don't be so busy, pack up and go to the mountain to burn incense!"

With an apron around his waist, Yang Yongxian came to the bedside with a bowl of noodles in his hand, and said with a smile: "Master, I'm not in a hurry. Uncle Xingkui is not here, so I can't keep you hungry. Come, have a taste, grandson." There are several poached eggs in the noodles I made for you!"

Old Yang Tou was completely moved by Yang Yongxian's filial piety.

He took the noodle bowl and took a deep sniff, "With your filial piety, you can drink the northwest wind. Hurry up and go down and burn incense. Your third uncle and the others are probably going to burn incense and go down the mountain soon."

Yang Yongxian said: "Master, I just didn't want to go with them on purpose. They can't understand me now and are dissatisfied with me. I don't want to explain too much."

"It's the same when I burn the incense myself after they finish burning the incense."

Mentioning that other members of Lao Yang's family did not understand Yang Yongxian, Lao Yang's good mood was greatly discounted.

"As long as you grit your teeth and make some achievements, it's fine to hit them in the face with your achievements." The old man encouraged Yang Yongxian, and raised his hand to pat Yang Yongxian's shoulder heavily: "Anyway, the Lord will always stand by your side! "

Seeing Old Yang buried his head in eating noodles, Yang Yongxian poured him another bowl of tea and put it beside the bed, "Master, then I'll go to the mountains to burn incense."

……

When Yang Yongxian went out, Yu Xingkui just came back.

"Yongxian, where are you going?" Yu Xingkui asked.

Yang Yongxian pointed to a handful of incense candles and straw paper in his hand: "I'm going to burn incense in the mountains."

"Why don't you get offerings when you go to burn incense?" Yu Xingkui asked again.

Yang Yongxian said: "Third Uncle and the others have already taken it, so I won't take it, as long as I feel like it."

Yu Xingkui is an outsider, so it's hard to say anything.

……

When Yang Yongxian reached the foot of the mountain, he happened to meet Yang Huazhong and the others face to face.

"Brother, why are you here so late? We're all done burning." Yang Yongqing said in surprise.

The others also saw Yang Yongxian, but they didn't say anything, their eyes turned around Yang Yongxian.

Yang Yongxian had something in his heart, so he didn't look up at the road.Hearing Yang Yongqing's voice, he raised his head in astonishment, and saw that Yang Huazhong and the others were all there.

"Uncle Xingkui went back to Yujia Village to have a New Year's Eve dinner with his family. I saw that my grandfather was hungry, so I cooked him a bowl of egg noodles, which was a delay."

Hearing Yang Yongxian's words, Yang Huazhong's face softened a little.

"Are you going to burn incense in the mountains alone to find your way? Are you afraid? Do you want me to accompany you for another trip?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Yang Yongxian quickly shook his head and put on a grateful smile: "Third Uncle, there's no need, I know the way, and I'm not afraid, you guys go home and hurry up, I'll go down the mountain after burning the incense paper in my hand."

After saying this, Yang Yongxian quickened his pace and rushed up the mountain.

Looking at his back, Yang Huaming said: "Is it my illusion? The more I look at it, the more I feel that he even burns incense secretly?"

(End of this chapter)