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

Zhang Ruoruan drove the car on the spacious and flat national highway.

The conversation in the car is a must-have topic every year.

I lament that my ancestors in the past were really powerful.

Starting from Qingping Village, we passed through village roads, rural roads, and national roads, and then entered rural roads, village roads, and bad roads. It's more than 40 kilometers back and forth. I really don't know how our ancestors were able to bury their ancestors so far away without cars or motorcycles.

And despite the inconvenient transportation conditions, I still insist on visiting tombs every Qingming Festival for ten years.

"The year I just married your dad, I rode a bicycle there. I suffered a lot at that time. I sat in the back seat and carried a pole. I couldn't feel my butt and shoulders all day long."

Lin Yuzhen began her annual recollection of the past: "Later, I got pregnant with Yangyang, so I reluctantly bought a motorcycle."

"What about the others?" Zhang Ruoruan looked intently.

Although I have heard it many times, I feel new every time.

"Everyone else is pretty much a bicycle too."

Lin Yuzhen opened up the conversation completely: "Only your eldest uncle, second uncle, and someone else drives a motorcycle."

"Hey, it's thanks to your uncle that they have motorcycles. All the heavy things are on their cars and the light ones are left to me. Otherwise, I would be dead if I were sitting on the bike and bumping all the way over."

"Oh, by the way, the most impressive one is Zhang Shulong's family. They have a truck."

"You are still young and don't know that in those days, truck drivers were better than anything else. One person could make as much money as three people."

"But actually, the van is not very comfortable. Only three people can sit in the front, and many more people can only sit in the car. It's stuffy and hot, and the road is extremely bumpy. I'm so sick from motion sickness that my legs are weak all the way."

Lin Yuzhen said whatever she thought of, her eyes filled with nostalgia for the past... and fear.

She didn't want to go back to such a hard life for a day.

The new era is better.

The road was big and flat, the car's air conditioner was blowing, and we sat comfortably until we reached our destination.

This was a day that Lin Yuzhen never dared to think about in her dreams just after her wedding.

The world in the rearview mirror grows further and further away.

It was as if the hard life of her parents had been left behind by Zhang Ruoruan, and she could no longer catch up with their family.

The sun came out, and it was shining brightly.

At around 6:30, Zhang Ruoruan parked his car in an open space.

Although it is still early, there are already many vehicles in the open space.

There are four cars lined up in Zhang Ruanyuan's house.

Get out of the car and move things.

Opposite, there were several people standing next to a truck. One of them waved to Zhang Jianguo: "Jianguo! You came just in time, there are many people to help."

It was Zhang Shulong whom Lin Yuzhen mentioned.

"You guys arrived so quickly." Zhang Jianguo walked over.

Zhang Shulong no longer lives in Qingping Village, and his household registration has also moved out like Zhang Ruannuan's eldest and second uncle, but he will still come back to participate in such important events as ancestor worship.

In rural areas, there are many such people now.

"Just arrived."

Zhang Shulong opened the iron door of the truck and revealed the contents inside.

A cleanly slaughtered pig.

It had been disemboweled and set up with thick wooden sticks.

For those who didn’t know, I thought I was going to roast a whole pig.

However, Zhang Ruoruan and others who have become accustomed to this know that this is a whole pig used to worship the Grand Duke.

It was not bought by one family, but everyone pooled their money to buy it.

After paying homage to the grandpa, the whole pig will be taken back to the village and divided.

There is a saying in the famous city that everyone has a share of pork.

That's it.

"Hey!"

With the addition of Zhang Jianguo and Zhang Shulong, the original three people now have four people, who can carry the whole pig on their shoulders.

It's like carrying a sedan, carrying pork up the mountain.

Yes, it’s still up the mountain.

The place where Zhang Ruoruan and the others are now is called Fuguang Ridge.

This is the famous Grave Mountain Ridge in the famous city. The ancestors of countless people are buried in the continuous mountains.

Zhang Ruanruan and their grandfather were buried halfway up the mountain.

"Let's go too."

Seeing Zhang Jianguo, they all set off, and Zhang Ruanruan acted quickly to divide the work and cooperate.

The heaviest firecrackers, fireworks, and chickens were packed in cardboard boxes and men carried them.

Zhang Ruoruan is a girl and was assigned the easiest task. Get three bags of ingot candles and paper money.

I don’t know what the explanation is, but Zhang Ruoruan always puts these things in black plastic bags. It’s a very large bag, but it’s all made of fluffy paper, so the total weight of the three bags is less than ten pounds.

When Zhang Ruoruan and others were getting everything, checking whether anything was missing, and preparing to go up the mountain, cars were coming one after another from the side.

Some are familiar and some are strangers.

"Here we go, let's go up first, you should hurry up."

Lin Yuzhen greeted them with a smile.

Then, up the mountain!
Friends who often climb mountains know that mountain climbing does not always go up.

Rather, there is a downhill section, an uphill section, and a staircase.

The cycle continues.

In terms of difficulty, Fuguang Ridge is definitely at the lowest level of difficulty.

However, carrying heavy objects and the slippery road surface on rainy days added a lot of difficulty.

However, not to mention the slippery appearance, even if it rains heavily, I still have to go up to worship the grandpa.

It's not like this has never happened before.

That was not long after Zhang Ruanruan was born.

It rained heavily, but Zhang Jianguo and a group of adults still went up resolutely carrying a whole pig weighing several hundred kilograms.

If you want to weed, don't hold an umbrella and your clothes will get soaked directly.

Heavy rain can't burn incense, so paper money and candles can be placed on the graves and burned. Firecrackers are also spread out and allowed to be washed away by the heavy rain.

By the time they returned home after paying homage, the tributes had all gone rancid due to the rain.

But everyone's face is cheerful.

One can imagine how obsessed people from famous cities are with worshiping mountains.

……

"Do you want to take a break?"

After only ten minutes of walking, the eldest aunt was already out of breath.

So did Zhang Ruanruan's two cousins.

Today's urbanites are basically in sub-healthy condition.

Not exercising, sitting for long periods of time, and eating takeout.

How good can your body be?
"Then let's take a break." Zhang Ruoruan said.

She knew that Lin Yuzhen was also tired.

"it is good."

Everyone looked for rocks to sit on.

This is Zhang Ruanruan's current status, everyone will listen to what he says.

If Zhang Ruanruan is still the same as in the previous life, just a working girl earning 3,000 yuan a month, then the uncle and the others will not listen to Zhang Ruanruan's opinions.

After all, words are spoken lightly.

But things are different now. Zhang Ruanruan has nearly 10 million fans and drives a million-dollar luxury car. If she casually pops out a few words from her mouth, everyone will consider them carefully.

The reality is so cruel.

Not to mention ordinary friends and fellow villagers, even blood relatives are bound to have vulgarities.

"You guys rest first, we'll go up to work first."

The uncle and the second uncle continued to move forward.

They are all working workers and exercise more than 15,000 steps every day. Their physical fitness is naturally far better than that of contemporary young people.

Zhang Ruoruan and others continued to rest where they were, drinking water and chatting.

"Dad, who is the grandpa?"

The cousin's daughter, who was already five years old, asked, hugging the cousin's thigh, her big black eyes full of curiosity.

"The grandpa is the ancestor." The eldest aunt interjected: "He is the person above dad's grandfather and grandfather. No one knows who the specific person is now."

One of the must-have topics during every year’s grave sweeping is: who is buried in the grave.

At the same time, this also gives rise to a somewhat philosophical question.

That is, when does a person truly die?
Is it the moment when you are laid to rest, or is it the moment when you are forgotten, or is it the moment when no one will worship you anymore?
“When we get too old to do it, no one will be able to do these things.”

This is a question that adults will lament every year when they worship the mountain.

When time makes them lose their vitality, Zhang Ruoruan's generation will definitely not worship the mountain anymore.

After all, today's young people have even cut off contact with their living relatives, and they still want them to pay homage to their ancestors who have never seen them and have been dead for who knows how many hundreds of years?
"Okay, enough rest, let's go."

But no one knows what will happen in the future. At least for now, the inheritance is still there.