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

The sound of gunfire gradually stopped and the smoke dispersed.

Then the grave sweeping ended with the old man's words, "Everyone bows once more and you can collect your things."

Zhang Ruoruan was also helping to pack things, grabbing mangoes and oranges and stuffing them into cardboard boxes.

There are too many people, and it’s normal to get stepped on sometimes.

When the crowd left, the cemetery suddenly became quiet.

A strong wind blew, paper scraps and dust were flying, and the scene was desolate.

It seems to be the epitome of the Chinese New Year in the countryside.

The liveliness of the last second seemed like a dream, and in the blink of an eye it was time to wake up from the dream, leaving only the lonely grave standing.

……

Returning to the parking place, everyone did not immediately set off to the next location.

Instead, replenish your physical fitness first.

Eat something.

I have just received the bread, fruits, and snacks from Grandpa, and now I can eat them all.

"I want oranges."

Among the tributes offered at tomb sweeping, the most popular ones are undoubtedly oranges.

You can eat it with dirty hands and quench your thirst.

Then mango and bread.

After climbing up and down, plus doing weeding work, I was a little hungry after breakfast.

As a result, the parking lot of the grave sweeper briefly became a camping site.

Everyone was eating, drinking, talking and laughing.

He looked as leisurely and content as a primary school student on a spring outing, with no trace of sadness on his face.

Although it may be disrespectful, it is also reality.

Tomb sweeping has become a mission-like existence.

It's all responsibility, no emotion.

Especially among young people, the awareness of clans and ancestral graves has become increasingly weak.

That's why the older generation concluded that after Zhang Ruoruan and others became the pillars of the family, no one would worship the mountain.

After everyone had eaten and drank enough, they rushed to their next destination.

There are two graves at this stop.

One is Zhang Ruanruan’s grandfather’s grandfather.

Several other families came to worship together.

The other is Zhang Ruanruan’s grandfather’s father.

Now only the three Zhang Jianguo brothers come to pay their respects.

Therefore, these two graves are related to father and son.

According to custom, everyone sweeps the father's grave first and then the son's.

The process is the same.

Weeding, laying out tributes, and burning paper.

By the way, everything burned is a double copy, such as two sets of clothes, two pairs of shoes, two hats...

Because couples are buried together.

The current graves have all been moved. They were buried separately in the past, but later they were all put together.

After paying homage to grandpa's grandpa, the other families retreated.

The three members of Zhang Ruanruan's family were left to continue.

The next grave is that of the grandfather of Zhang Jianguo's three brothers. It is located more than ten meters in front of the first grave.

This is also an established rule.

As long as there are adjacent graves, they must be arranged in the order of the younger generation first and the elders last.

So is the order of tribute.

For example, for the same chicken, the bigger one must be worshiped first, and then the smaller one.

If you need to worship the smaller one first due to the order of the journey, then you can only kill two chickens. In this way, both chickens can only be worshiped once, and there is no order.

Weeding and weeding.

Because it is the grave of the grandfather of Zhang Jianguo's three brothers, the atmosphere is a little more solemn.

I didn't just finish my work laughing and joking like I did when I worshiped my grandfather before.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent, and this visit to the mountain ended.

It was already past twelve noon.

Everyone drove back to Qingping Village.

When I returned home, I found four cars parked at the door, and I could vaguely hear conversations coming from the house through the gate.

Zhang Ruoruan knew that it was not a thief, but that his aunt and the others were back.

Aunts are Zhang Jianguo’s older sisters.

Because they had to visit the grave of Zhang Ruanruan's grandfather, their father, in the afternoon, they all came back.

Zhang Jianguo is the seventh brother and sister, and Zhang Jianjun is the eldest brother. The overall order is male and female.

Exactly seven.

But when grandma gave birth to them, there was no Calabash Baby cartoon, so it must be just a coincidence.

"I'm back, get ready to wash your hands and eat."

As soon as Zhang Ruoruan and others parked the car, the door was opened.

"Guodong, you are free today." Zhang Jianguo was a little surprised. The person who opened the door was named Lin Guodong, Zhang Jianguo's brother-in-law and Zhang Ruanruan's eldest uncle.

This was the first time he followed his aunt here during the Qingming Festival.

How should I put it, the aunts of Zhang Ruoruan's family actually still have feelings for their parents' family, but unfortunately, their husband's family doesn't like Zhang Ruoruan's side very much, so they subtly and rarely interact with them.

During the Qingming Festival in previous years, except for the first year when my grandparents had just moved the grave and were buried together, they would come here, but my uncles did not come with them. At other times, they would occasionally think of such a thing and buy some Mingbi paper clothes. Please ask Zhang Jianguo to take the things over and burn them.

The person has not arrived for many years.

But this year, they were all present, even uncles who had never shown up were here.

Zhang Ruoruan understood that it was all for him.

Why didn't the aunts' in-laws like Zhang Ruoruan so much?
To put it bluntly, it is still not rich enough.

Now that Zhang Ruanruan is rising strongly, they all see it, so naturally they want to move around more and build good relationships.

This is why wealth in the mountains has distant relatives.

When an elder in a family dies, the bond between siblings is severed.

They are no longer one family, but multiple independent families.

There will naturally be less contact.

However, this relationship can be broken.

That is, there is a capable person in the family between brothers and sisters, who can respond to everything at once.

Then this scattered family will be blended together again.

And now, Zhang Ruanruan has undoubtedly become the person of this family.

Whether she wants it or not, as long as she is here, everyone will gather as long as there is a little thing.

It was getting late, Zhang Ruoruan and others got out of the car, washed their hands, and started eating the lunch prepared by their aunts in advance, chatting while eating.

The center of the topic is naturally leaning towards Zhang Ruanruan intentionally or unintentionally.

Then he happily asked Zhang Yangyang what type of girl he liked and introduced one to him.

"We won't talk about this today, let's talk about it later." Zhang Yangyang calmly used Qingming as a shield.

He was used to it.

Ever since Zhang Ruanruan became popular, especially after he bought the Range Rover, people who wanted to introduce him to someone started lining up from the beginning of the village to the end of the village.

Even in his private messages on Douyin, there are many female anchors who are on the sidelines sending him backhanded hints.

And Zhang Yangyang also changed from being embarrassed at the beginning to calmly refusing now.

"That's right. Let's drink tea together another night, and everyone from Jianjun will come too." The eldest uncle said with a smile.

"Come over when you have time." Zhang Jianjun just smiled.

After eating and resting for half an hour, everyone set off again.

This time, seven vehicles left the village in great force.

This should be when grandpa was still alive, there was such a scene of people.

Seven children and their families came to see him. I think the grandparents would also be very happy.

Zhang Ruoruan thought.

About an hour later.

Zhang Ruoruan and others came to an open orchard.

Her grandparents are buried inside.

Get off the car, move things, and enter the orchard.

The soles of their shoes stepped on the fallen leaves. This time, Zhang Jianguo and others were even more silent than in the morning.

The atmosphere is also more serious.

Because their biological father is buried there.

Thirty years ago, it was the father who took them as sons to visit his father's grave. Now thirty years later, it is their turn to take their families to visit their father's grave.

Time really seems to be a circle, repeating itself as we go.

Everyone works in silence.

The aunt and the others looked at their parents' graves after many years of absence, and their eyes were a little moist.

"It would be great if they were still here. They are all living a good life now, but they have not enjoyed it."

For people of Zhang Ruanruan's grandparents' generation, the words poverty and hunger have been with them for half their lives.

After finally enduring enough to have enough food and clothing, they left.

Obviously they are the ones who built this country during the most difficult period, but now it is made as if they are the source of poverty. With them gone, everyone's life will be better.

The smell of sadness spread in the air.

Weeding, laying out tributes, burning incense, burning paper money and clothes.

Then worship.

This time, Zhang Jianguo and the others no longer bowed, but knelt down and kowtowed with serious faces.

Zhang Ruoruan and other children naturally also knelt down and worshiped along with him.

After all, that was also their grandfather, who carried them around the village to show off when they were young.

Zhang Ruanruan still remembers the feeling of the beard on his face.

"Clap clap clap clap..."

The sound of firecrackers sounded.

It announced that everyone was coming to see them, and it also heralded that everyone would go back soon.

……

(I made an mistake last night. I mean I finished writing the plot of sweeping the grave today, not the ending. HHH, it won’t be finished so soon. There should be more than ten or two hundred thousand words left, or maybe more.) (End of this chapter)