After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

The Little Sun Technique is a compulsory practice for spiritual planters.

The principle is to add some light attributes to the fireball technique to create a small fireball that imitates the sun.

As the name suggests, the effect is to replace the sun on cloudy days or at night and provide additional light for plants that need sunlight.

"Go."

Zhang Ruanruan held a fireball as big as a watermelon in his left hand. He first deployed an invisibility technique on the fireball with his right hand, and then threw the fireball to an altitude of 150 meters.

The light that resembles sunlight shines down, covering the plants in this mountain range.

Although it is still raining, the plants that received sunlight immediately began vigorous photosynthesis.

Leaves synthesize organic matter and energy to support the whole body.

Therefore, even if it rains and the air temperature is low, the fruits that have been replenished with energy can persist on the branches.

This is the importance of sunshine!
Zhang Ruanruan left the litchi field holding a blue umbrella.

After the invisibility spell was applied to the little sun in the sky, only Zhang Ruoruan could see it. There was no need to worry about attracting unnecessary attention.

Shuttled between various fruit trees, Zhang Ruoruan was walking and suddenly stopped.

He raised his umbrella slightly and looked at a lychee tree not far away.

The lychee trees were surrounded by bamboos, and they obviously belonged to the same person.

Unlike other fruit trees, there are only blurry boundaries. If you are not familiar with it, you won’t be able to tell who has which fruit trees and where the area is.

But Zhang Ruoruan remembered whose family the lychee trees surrounding the area belonged to.

Zhang Ernan, a villager who has a very bad relationship with his family.

The reason why Zhang Ruoruan can remember it so clearly is because he was scolded when he was a child.

I remember that at that time, I followed Zhang Yangyang to pick lychees to eat. Without looking at the road, I accidentally passed by his lychee field. I happened to be spotted by Zhang Ernan and his wife who were picking lychees, and they were chased and scolded all the way. It was very unpleasant.

Finally, Zhang Fugui, who was also picking lychees, saw it and spoke out to stop the scolding Zhang Ernan and his wife.

It was at that time that Zhang Ruanruan completely memorized the range of Zhang Ernan's lychee field, and would never pass through their house if he was killed in the future.

"My little sun is not just for you to enjoy."

Zhang Ruoruan took action without hesitation, even if he wasted a lot of faith power, he still had to build a barrier to block Zhang Ernan's lychees.

Zhang Ruanruan still remembers that scolding back then.

Although she didn't bother to remember the villain's revenge, it was impossible for her to retaliate with kindness.

With Zhang Ruanruan's current ability, it would be the greatest gift for her not to seek revenge. If he wants to take advantage of her, don't even think about it.

……

Three days later, the rainy weather continued.

But the Qingming Festival has arrived.

For this famous city, Qingming Festival is a very important day, so even if it is rainy, there are no shortage of traditional items.

That is, grave sweeping!

It is also called sweeping mountains and worshiping mountains.

On this day, at four o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Lin Yuzhen and Zhang Jianguo returned to Qingping Village to prepare to kill the chickens.

Kill five chickens.

Two chickens are lunch, and three chickens are a portion for each of the three Zhang Jianguo brothers.

In the courtyard, Lin Yuzhen, Zhang Ruanruan, and Zhang Yangyang were killing chickens and plucking their feathers.

Zhang Jianguo went to the tool room and took out six hoes to check the damage.

If something doesn't work, such as the connection between the hoe and the stick is loose, add wood chips and tighten it again.

Finally, use a whetstone to sharpen the hoe.

"Where's the machete?"

Zhang Jianguo asked.

"Oh, it was used to chop firewood last time, in the kitchen." Zhang Ruoruan replied.

For people from other provinces, it is difficult to believe that this is a conversation and behavior before worshiping ancestors.

Zhang Jianguo nodded and went into the kitchen to take out the machete and sharpen it.

Those who knew well knew that they were going to visit graves, but those who didn’t knew thought they were going to kill people.

While Zhang Jianguo was sharpening his knife, there was the sound of a car outside the door again.

The door opened, and the uncle and the second uncle came in with their whole family.

They didn't even go back for the Chinese New Year, but they went back together as a family during the Qingming Festival.

One can imagine what an important day this grave-sweeping day is in this famous city.

It's half past four in the morning, but time is very tight.

The eldest uncle and the second uncle's family had just returned and immediately got into work.

Those who helped kill the chickens and those who helped prepare the chickens had no time to chat.

"I bought rice rolls, please remember to eat them later."

Lin Yuzhen asked everyone from time to time. I don't even have time to cook breakfast, but think about how tight today is.

"Is the water boiling? This chicken can be cooked first."

shouted the eldest aunt.

"It's open, bring it over quickly." Lin Yuzhen's voice came from the kitchen.

In this way, three large capons for ancestor worship were cooked one after another.

Then change the pot of water and cook the other two hens for lunch.

For Zhang Ruoruan, you can't drink the chicken soup without paying homage to your ancestors.

If you want to eat chicken and drink chicken soup, you must open another pot.

While the women were busy in the kitchen, the men outside were not idle either.

They are dividing things.

The fruit boxes Zhang Jianguo brought back were sorted one by one.

"This one belongs to the Grand Duke."

"This belongs to Gaozu."

"This one belongs to Zengzu."

"Put three bags of each fruit, don't put them in the wrong place."

Zhang Jianguo directed everyone.

There are not many varieties of fruits, including mangoes, apples, grapes, and oranges.

But there are a lot of them.

There are more than ten bags of each fruit.

Six in a bag.

And each variety requires three bags.

It represents one share for each of Zhang Jianguo’s three brothers.

In addition to fruits, there is also bread.

Steamed, grilled, you name it.

After sorting the fruit bread, the next step is ingot candles, incense, paper money and other things.

"What did the group say?"

The uncle asked.

"Be there on time at seven o'clock." Zhang Jianguo replied.

The first stop for sweeping the tomb is the Taigong, the ancestor of many people.

Therefore, not only Zhang Ruoruan's family was worshiped at this stop, but also many people from Qingping Village.

Everyone usually agrees on a time and then acts together.

"Have you killed the pig?"

The second uncle asked again.

"Kill, I heard a pig braying before four o'clock." Zhang Ruoruan replied.

Pigs must be killed very early, because it is not just about killing them, but also a lot of tedious follow-up work.

The second uncle nodded.

Soon, the time came to half past five.

Everyone started to move things into the car.

Hoes, firecrackers, and fireworks for sweeping graves.

Chicken, pork belly, salted fish.

Ingot candles, paper money and paper clothes.

"I still have space here, I can bring two bags over."

said the uncle's son.

He is already married and has children, and is more than ten years older than Zhang Ruoruan.

Soon, everyone’s cars were packed to capacity.

Especially Zhang Jianguo's van, even the passenger seat was full, leaving only a driver's seat.

Lin Yuzhen and Zhang Yangyang got into Zhang Ruoruan's car.

"We've already set off."

Zhang Jianguo was sending messages in a small group while driving.

Including the two cars of the uncle and the second uncle, a total of four cars set off from Qingping Village.

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(Grave sweeping, a traditional event of South China F3, many people may have never seen it.)