Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8296 Burning Incense
A group of people directly drove the mule cart to the outside of the forest where Mrs. Sun was buried. When they arrived here, everyone who had been talking and laughing along the way before suddenly became solemn.

The young daughters-in-law were busy waking up their children, holding them, holding them, and taking them out of the car.

The men began to take things down from the carriage, carried them on their shoulders, tucked them under their armpits, carried them in their hands, and headed into the woods.

The old grandson opened the way ahead, holding a sickle in his hand, separating the thorny branches and vines that blocked the road and the thorny branches and vines in the middle of the road, leading the younger generations to go forward step by step, until they reached the ancestral grave of the Sun family.

Luo Baobao took Yang Ruoqing's arm and followed the crowd into the depths of the woods. When the two of them arrived here, neither of them spoke.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what this girl was thinking, she only knew that she had mixed feelings in her heart at the moment.

The children are still young now, and together with their young parents and grandparents who are still very mobile, they go up the mountain to worship and burn incense to their ancestors on special festivals every year.

In the hearts of the children, they have never met and have no memory of their ancestors buried under the thick loess.

They just followed behind the adults, watched them line up bowls of offerings in front of the grave, lit joss sticks, burned toilet paper, and set off firecrackers. They smelled the smell of incense ash in their noses, and listened to the sounds of the adults in their ears. In front of the grave, I reminisced about some things in the life of the ancestor lying in the grave, and then filled my mind with those pictures...

At that time, I was still a child who had not grown up, and above my head was the sky supported by my parents.

Even if you know that the ancestor lying in the tomb has the same blood as you, even if you see your parents mourning at the tombstone, and your grandma weeping while burning incense paper, but naively, you have not been This sad emotion is contagious.

Because as far as you are concerned, your relatives are all by your side, there are not many of them, the sky is so high, so blue, and the wind in the forest is so gentle. Still growing, everything is just right.

However, as the years go by, you get older, you start a family, you become a father, or a mother, to several children.

Your parents are old, and the person lying in the grave has long been replaced by your grandma, or even your parents. One day you took your children up the mountain to visit the grave, and when you touched the tombstone to remember your deceased Dear ones, you watched your children fold pine branches and play around, and listened to them curiously asking this and that, do you think of you at that time?
Oh, life is so simple, just like crops in the field, crop after crop.

The old people go away gradually, new life is born again, growth and death coexist, generations are reincarnated, repeating the path of the elders, you are my past, and I will be your destination.

"Mother, Granny is calling us to kowtow."

Luo Baobao's voice came next to his ear, and his arm was gently shaken.

Yang Ruoqing realized that she was distracted, raised her head, and really saw Mrs. Sun waving at her.

Sun's eyes were red, obviously she had cried a while ago.

The person lying in this tomb is Sun's mother. In the same tomb, the feelings towards Sun and Da Sun must be different from other people.

In the future, if the Sun family will lie in the tomb after the Centennial Meeting, then he...

Yang Ruoqing behind didn't dare to think about it, as long as she thought about it, her nose would turn sour and tears would fall out.

Even if I am 90 or [-] years old, I still hope that my parents are still alive.

To be able to have a father and mother when you are gray-haired is a happiness beyond the reach of countless people.

"Hey, here we come."

Yang Ruoqing quickly sorted out her mood, and brought Luo Baobao to Sun's side.

The women and children stood in two rows, staring at the grandson and father Xiaojie who were laying out offerings on the bluestone platform in front of the tomb.

At this moment, the atmosphere is somewhat solemn, with a touch of sadness and remembrance flowing in the air.

The children had all been instructed by their mothers before, and with the change in the atmosphere, even the most mischievous Xiao Shunzi lay obediently in Huangmao's arms, looking around with a pair of curious big eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the offerings in front of Old Sun and Da Sun.

So rich!

The offerings were almost like a full banquet.

Not only the usual chicken, duck and fish meat, white rice balls, and large pieces of pork belly, Sun and Da Sun also specially made many other dishes.

Steamed pork ribs, marinated chicken feet, sauced duck neck, chopped pepper fish head, stir-fried prawns, chicken offal, goose intestine, beef liver, glutinous rice balls, rice noodles, sweet potato noodles, corn, peanuts, red beans, mung beans, eight-treasure rice, cloud cake, deep-fried Sweet dumplings, red dates and longan...

Even if it is a full feast of Man and Han, it is estimated that it is not as good as this feast of offerings.

The bluestone slab platform in front of the tomb was built during the burial, and it is about ten square meters. In this area of ​​the tomb, it is considered very open and high-grade, and it is almost full of offerings now.

Even if the empress of the Southern Dynasty is lying in the tomb, she probably never enjoyed so many offerings, right?

Yang Ruoqing finally understood why a mule cart was used to load things. There were so many offerings alone. Besides, there were paper houses for Gapo, paper boats, paper sedan chairs, four bearers, and more. There are two maids, and then there is a lot of paper money...

They should all have heard her dream, and they all felt that what was burnt here for the old man would definitely be received and put to use there, so there was this pile in front of him that was as heavy as a hill. thing……

"Mother, can the old lady really receive these things?"

Luo Baobao whispered in Yang Ruoqing's ear.

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at her suspicious gaze, smiled faintly, and said, "I can't give a definite answer, but I believe that sincerity will bring success."

Luo Baobao seemed to understand, but he didn't ask again.

Everyone burned all the things they brought in front of Granny Sun's grave, and the old sisters, Da Sun and Sun, hugged Granny Sun's tombstone on the left and right, crying.

One mouthful, 'Mother, mother, mother~'

Hearing that other people turned their faces away one after another, followed by wiping away their tears and sobbing.

When Mrs. Sun cried, everyone didn't think it was a problem, because Mrs. Sun was usually a weak character.

But Dasun's crying was very surprising, because it was different from her usual personality.

But it was precisely because of the contrast that the people around him were even more shocked and moved.

Even Old Suntou and Yang Huazhong's eyes were red.

Old Sun squatted at the end of Granny Sun's grave, which was in the direction of Granny Sun's feet. The old man took a few puffs of dry tobacco and talked to his wife in the grave.

(End of this chapter)