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

There is no difficult road in the world, as long as you are willing to climb it.

Although it was a little slow, it took about thirty minutes for Zhang Ruoruan and others to finally reach their destination without any danger.

But instead of seeing the busy scene as expected, what I saw was another scene.

"I threw you old wood away. I come to pay homage to the mountain every year. Will I admit my mistake?"

"This grave was brought here by my dead father Dou, and the scars on the tree next to it were cut by us because we were afraid of admitting our mistake later."

"Now you tell me this is your great-grandfather?"

"Which village are you from? Who is your grandfather?"

What beautiful words and beautiful Mandarin.

Zhang Ruoruan and others took a closer look at the things and saw a little old man in his sixties furiously typing at seven or eight young people in their twenties.

Zhang Ruoruan, who has many years of experience in sweeping graves, knew what was going on at a glance.

It is actually a limited event that can only be encountered occasionally.

Misidentified ancestral grave.

This situation usually only occurs when an elder of a certain family happens to be unavailable and has a confident younger person to lead the way.

Zhang Ruoruan remembered that she met another family in the village. When she went to sweep the graves during the Qingming Festival, she discovered that her ancestral graves had been swept clean. There were traces of burned paper money and confetti from firecrackers on the ground.

When they communicated and asked each other, it turned out that it was not the fault of one's own family, and then it was confirmed that someone else's family had made a mistake.

Then, in a dense bush ten meters away, a small, neglected grave was discovered...

Of course, this situation of worshiping the wrong mountain is a small mistake.

The real oolong has to be from a clan in the village next door to Zhang Ruanruan.

They dug the wrong ancestral grave.

He brought the ashes of other people's grandfathers back to his newly built ancestral hall and burned incense to worship them for more than half a year.

It wasn't until the next Qingming Festival when other people went to pay homage to the mountain that they discovered that their ancestral graves had been dug up, so they searched frantically everywhere and finally found the village next door...

I remember Zhang Jianguo mentioned before that two groups of people were almost about to use a knife at that time. Fortunately, people in the same village saw it and called the police in advance, so it did not lead to a tragedy.

Otherwise, two more cups of new ashes would come out.

But this is also a good illustration of one thing, that is, in the hearts of the older generation, ancestral graves are sacred and inviolable.

Not to mention being poached, even being worshiped by the wrong person will make you feel bad.

What's going on? The members of our clan haven't died yet. We need you Kalami to help us worship our ancestors?
Thinking about it, it's normal for the little old man to spit out fragrance.

……

Maybe the little old man was too aggressive, but the seven or eight young people across from him scolded each other without saying a word, and then started talking on the phone.

Of course, it's not about shaking people.

During the Qingming Festival, it is still on the way to worship the mountains. If it does not violate the bottom line, such as digging ancestral graves, most people are not willing to do it at this time.

The young man with a crew cut finished the call.

Then he said a name to the little old man.

"It's his grandson!"

The fierce light in the little old man's eyes faded, and he seemed to have thought of something. Then he pointed to the hilltop opposite: "You are lucky, you met me. Your great-grandfather is over there, and there is a big stone next to the tomb. There is a gap in the stone." There is an old nest of bees inside, but because it is a cemetery, no one has dared to dig it up.”

It turned out that the young man had not mistakenly recognized the location, but had mistakenly recognized the top of the hill. Their clan's grandpa was on the hillside of the opposite hill, also facing east. These two points were the same as those on Zhang Ruoruan's side.

No wonder he took the wrong turn.

Hearing the little old man pointing to the correct location, the young man remembered it, quickly led others to apologize, and then rushed to the opposite hill without stopping.

Seeing this, the little old man shook his head repeatedly: "I expect young people to sweep graves, but they either refuse to come, or they come to sweep other people's graves."

The middle-aged man holding a hoe next to him answered: "It's okay. There are only so many graves anyway, and there are only so many people. After everyone sweeps around, every grave has been swept. It doesn't matter whether they have been swept correctly or not."

"Haha, from now on when sweeping tombs, you just pick one at random, right? Whoever comes first will choose."

The originally tense atmosphere was suddenly amused.

Then, keep working.

What is grave sweeping?

Grave sweeping means cleaning the cemetery.

And the first step to cleaning up is weeding.

However, the weeds on the mountains are not so easy to be shoveled away.

"Bang!"

When Zhang Jianguo hoeed down, sparks suddenly appeared.

The reason is that this is gravel land, and lush weeds grow out of the cracks in the stones.

Moreover, these weeds are very tough, and some of them have thorns. They cannot be pulled out with bare hands and can only be pulled out with a hoe.

So the bang bang bang sound of collision kept ringing.

Then there were some wild trees with thick arms, and it was Zhang Jianguo's turn to prepare the machete.

The roots of these trees are too deep to be uprooted, so they can only be cut down to the ground, and then cut down again the next year, and so on. There was also drizzle in the sky.

It's not big, but when it falls on your hand, your face feels cold.

Blossoming umbrellas are spread out on both sides of the cemetery.

Everyone protected the children under umbrellas, while the adults continued to work, wearing at most a straw hat.

There is strength in numbers.

Counting the three households of Zhang Ruanruan's family who have separated their household registrations, there were a total of 21 households present.

Each family sends one representative to work, which means there are 1 people.

And 21 people organized an area of ​​less than thirty square meters with ease.

During this period, in order to increase the sense of participation, Zhang Ruoruan also helped drag a few large branches and threw them aside.

So, so.

Done in half an hour.

The area that was once overgrown with weeds and even the graves could not be seen has turned into a flat open space.

Everyone began to place tributes in front of the tomb.

The one occupying position C is naturally the pig.

The remaining personal tributes are placed on either side.

In addition, there is tea and wine.

Three cups of each.

Commonly known as three teas and three wines.

After laying out the things, the next step is to burn paper money and clothes.

This link is usually for children.

Because it's fun.

"Bring it to you to burn."

Lin Yuzhen handed the big black bag to Zhang Ruoruan.

Zhang Ruoruan took it skillfully and opened it.

It's all paper stuff inside.

In addition to regular things such as clothes, ingots, and ghost coins, there are also cars, the latest iPhones, large villas, etc.

Zhang Ruoruan's favorite thing when he was a child was burning ghost coins.

Because she likes to count the zeros above.

It starts with one, followed by eight or nine zeros, or even a dozen zeros.

At this moment, Zhang Ruoruan took out a stack of 10 trillion Ming coins from the bag.

Tear open the plastic packaging and put them one by one into the already burning fire.

Others saw it and commented.

"You are a bit powerful. I haven't seen how many billions there are. I can't even count them."

"No wonder our ancestors always dreamed that there is not enough money to spend down there. If you burn it like this, inflation will have already happened down there."

"That's what I said. It is said that there are one billion eggs in it."

"Hey, if this were real, just give me one and I would be satisfied."

"I'll just take half a sheet."

After burning the things, worship begins.

Almost a hundred people lined up in seven or eight rows to worship the tomb neatly.

There are not so many rules now. You can kneel down or just bow.

After all, what Chinese people value is to be sincere and spiritual.

Zhang Ruoruan glanced around. The oldest one was the little old man who had a sweet smell before. He was about sixty years old. The youngest one was less than one year old and was held in his mother's arms.

If I remember correctly, Zhang Ruoruan's rule is that except for those who are pregnant and have a big belly, anyone else can come if they want.

After worshiping the top of the mountain, the next step is to fire off the cannons.

All special firecrackers and fireworks are used for tomb sweeping.

Everyone stepped back at least ten meters.

Then there was a crackle and thick smoke rising.

Everyone covered their ears and watched the firecrackers with confetti flying in the sky.

There is thick smoke billowing over there, but here the years are quiet and the population is prosperous.

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(The essence of this book is about the daily life of a boss who is reborn and leads a retired life. By the way, it shows the different customs and customs. I will finish writing about sweeping the grave tomorrow. Good night, everyone.) (End of this chapter)