Wang's little lady

Chapter 89 Some truths can only rot in the stomach

The Ghost Festival is also known as the Half of July among the people. On this day, people usually worship their ancestors and put out river lanterns to worship the souls of the dead.

The Xie family got up very early to prepare things for today's worship. The group first worshiped at home at the memorial tablet of the Xie family's grandfather who passed away early.

Then go to the place where the original father is buried outside the town to worship.

Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Xie and their three children looked at the lonely grave in front of them, feeling extremely desolate for a moment.

Hongdou took Xiaoya and her younger brother to kneel in front of the grave, and secretly promised in her heart:

Since I have taken over your daughter's body, I will take good care of her grandma, mother and brother. You can rest in peace down there.

After Hongdou recited silently, he placed the three sticks of incense that he had lit in his hand in front of the monument, poured two more glasses of wine, and when the paper money was almost burned, he prepared to get up and return.

"Grandma, should we go and see where grandpa is buried?"

There was only her grandfather’s memorial tablet at home, and she had no memory of where the tombstone was. She was afraid that grandma had never taken them there.

Mrs. Xie sighed deeply: "As long as you have this intention."

"As for the burial place? If Brother Tuan has great fortune in the future, we can go back in glory."

Although she said it in a reserved way, Hongdou could roughly understand her grandma's thoughts.

I lost my husband early in my life and later moved out of the village. I'm afraid I didn't get along well with the people there.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. When Brother Tuan and I are successful in our future, I will definitely let you go back in gold and silver, and have a good time catching up with those old friends."

Hongdou coaxed with a smile. When the old man heard this, he became happy and broke the heavy atmosphere just now.

"Grandma, you and your mother can go back with Brother Tuan. Xiaoya and I can go to my cousin's place."

My cousin picked up my cousin and aunt back before dawn. It was still early and everyone should be paying homage to their ancestors.

The Sun family’s old house wouldn’t touch my aunt’s grave at this time.

But Mrs. Xie didn't want to.

After all, it was related to the death of her sister. She would not be relieved if she didn't go. If no one from her parents' family showed up, Old Man Sun and Mr. Qian would definitely be more arrogant.

"Grandma, you're gone. What if something happens again? You haven't finished taking the medicine yet."

If he gets angry again, I'm afraid he won't hear anything good from Dr. Sun.

"Don't worry, I will still live to see you get married and have children."

"The more you let me hold it in, the more uncomfortable I will be. Wait for me to go over and scold you. I'll make sure I feel refreshed and my body will feel better."

. . .Seems reasonable?
Hongdou suddenly thought of himself. If he encounters something that makes him uncomfortable in the future, venting it will indeed make him feel much better.

Mrs. Xie noticed that her granddaughter's attitude was a little loose, so she took the opportunity to persuade her:
"Aren't the three of them going to go too? Where will they stop? Who dares to mess with me?"

When Mrs. Xie saw Xiaoya beside her, she also raised her fist and said excitedly:

"Yes, there is also little girl Xiaoya. This girl's rice is not free at all."

Xiaoya nodded proudly: Yes, I will look at grandma.

Well, grandma has finished speaking, what else can she say.

The three of them, Brother Meng plus Xiaoya, should have no problem watching grandma, so just go if you want.

"Mom, are you taking your brother for a walk around the town? We'll be back when we're done."

My mother is soft-tempered and my brother is young, so it would be best not to go.

"Yes, yes, you and Brother Tuan have a good rest. Brother Tuan is still young, so he won't collide with anything."

What if I am so frightened that I lose my mind?During the Ghost Festival, there are also many lonely ghosts.

Ms. Zhang has no objection. She does care more about her children than her aunt, whom she has never met.

If possible, she wouldn't want her daughter to go, but she knew it was impossible.

Mrs. Zhang had no choice but to take her son to the town in the carriage specially rented today, while Hongdou and the other three were pulled by Meihua to Xinghua Village.

On the carriage, Ms. Zhang suddenly remembered a nearby temple. Since she had nothing to do today, she simply took her son to the temple to pay homage.

It's also a good idea to light an ever-burning lamp.

"Master, let's go to Qingliang Temple."

Mrs. Zhang looked at her youngest son with a loving face, and felt melancholy in her heart when she thought of her dead husband.I hope that our family will be well in the future.

Two-quarters of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the gate of Qingliang Temple. Mrs. Zhang took her young son up the steps to the temple step by step.

There are a lot of people in the temple at this time, and families with reasonable family backgrounds will light an ever-burning lantern after the death of a family member to show their best wishes to the deceased relative.

Some people also come to the temple specifically to worship the Bodhisattva, hoping that the Bodhisattva will bless their relatives underground to reincarnate as soon as possible and start a new life.

She planned to light one for her dead husband.

"Madam, would you like to order an eternal lamp?" A young monk stood under the Buddha statue and asked politely.

Mrs. Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, little master, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The evergreen lantern was hung high, Mrs. Zhang held Brother Tuan's hand and smiled happily.

"Thank you, little master." Mrs. Zhang finished adding the money for the sesame oil and prepared to return relaxedly.

But as soon as she crossed the threshold, she seemed to remember something and stopped her movements.

Zhang's eyes suddenly looked a little incomprehensible. Brother Tuan looked up and saw his mother like this, and was a little surprised: "Mother?"

Mrs. Zhang touched the child's head, smiled again, then turned around and asked the young monk to light an everlasting lamp.

The young monk's eyes were filled with compassion and he didn't ask any questions.

On the way back, Brother Tuan couldn't help but wonder on his round face: "Mom, why do you want to light another lamp at the back?"

Didn’t daddy order all of them?

Ms. Zhang looked a little lonely and didn't know how to explain to her son: "I ordered it for one of your sisters."

elder sister?

"Didn't my sister go to live with my cousin? Why did I never know that I had other sisters?"

Looking at her son's curious eyes, Mrs. Zhang really couldn't speak out, and some truths could only rot in her stomach.

Today's days are very good, and all of them living must look forward.

As for what she owes her children, she will pay it back slowly after her death.

"It's been too long. You're still young, so it's okay if you don't remember." I just remember.

The voices of mother and son gradually faded away, but the Buddha statues enshrined in the temple were so compassionate from beginning to end.

Xinghua Village.

Meng Da and the others arrived at the village first and were waiting for Hongdou and the others at the entrance of the village.

If you go in directly, you might be thought you are here to cause trouble.

. . .According to their own ideas, they are indeed here to cause trouble.

"Brother, the Xie family girl is here." Meng Er looked at the donkey cart that suddenly appeared in his sight and recognized it at a glance.

Seeing the three people waving in front of her, Hong Dou couldn't help but speed up a bit.

"Old lady, the two girls are waiting for you. We are afraid that we have found the wrong one."

Meng and the others were relatively familiar with each other. When they saw the three of them, they smiled and joked.

"Brother Meng, Second Brother Meng, Third Brother Meng, I have kept you waiting for a long time."

"Don't listen to Meng San's nonsense. We have only arrived a while ago. He has no control over his words, so don't mind."

Meng Da made a show of shaking his hand towards Meng San, indicating that he would beat him if he talked nonsense.

Hongdou smiled, they would not take the harmless joke to heart: "Let's go find my cousin and the others first."

The group of people rushed towards Juhua's house. It was not yet noon, and along the country road, people could still see people kowtow and burning paper money.

Seeing such a group of people suddenly appear in the village, the passing villagers inevitably took a few more glances.

"Are you relatives of Sun Youtian's family?" The aunt who asked happened to be the one who led the way when they first came.

What a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)