Age: My Small World

Chapter 173 Grave Sweeping
A few hundred meters to the right of the small front mountain on the east side is another small hill. The hill is not very high, but there is a deep jungle on top. It seems that not many people walk here.

This is naturally because this hill is the resting place of the ancestors of each family, that is, the grave hill.

The Yang family has been here for quite some time and left behind many short tombstones, which don't even have names on them. This was because the conditions were too poor in the past and they didn't have the ability to erect tombstones to commemorate their ancestors.

Among them are Yang Jun’s grandfather, second grandfather, eldest uncle, second uncle, and father.

None of the five people in two generations of a family lived to see the arrival of the new era, and they all died in that era.

My second grandfather had no descendants before coming to Fanjiazhuang. He fell seriously ill and died not long after arriving in Fanjiazhuang. He was the first to die.

It was not easy for my grandfather to support a family. After raising several brothers, he fell into poverty. Later, something happened to my uncle, which caused the old man to fall ill suddenly and he passed away.

My uncle was probably the bravest man in the family. He joined the army, but unfortunately he died young without even getting married, so he had no children.

Second uncle was killed by the enemy when he went to the beach to find a job. Li Xiaohua only learned the news a few years ago.

My father Yang Sanxi lived a relatively peaceful life. He married and had children in Fanjiazhuang. However, life was too hard and he was exhausted. He died of illness before he was thirty years old.

People in modern times have such short lifespans, let alone in ancient times?
Therefore, there is a reason why the average lifespan of ancient people was often less than 30 years old.

Looking at it this way, it was not easy for me to raise three siblings by myself. Yang Jun saw how much hardship she had to endure, and tears came to his eyes just thinking about it.

That is, when Yang Sanxi died, the enemy was surrendering completely. After those beasts left, the Central Plains regained a lot of vitality. Even though there was still some chaos for a few years, it gave people a glimmer of hope.

When the new era arrived, life became much better.

Instead of reaching the top of the mountain, we went to a place on the mountainside. There were five low tombstones of different sizes leaning against each other, and there were some weeds growing on them.

Every year during the Qingming Festival, my mother would bring Yang Jun and my two sisters to clean up, and my aunt would usually come along too.

There was a grave that looked clearer, it was his second uncle's. Li Xiaohua was unable to retrieve the remains, so he could only build a cenotaph. At least there was a place to burn incense, and even the clothes were his father's.

"Dad, brother, second brother, third brother, I'm here to see you."

My aunt's eyes were filled with tears, and they were filled with tears of her closest relatives.

Growing up loved by her brothers, she was naturally close to the three of them.

Especially Yang Sanxi. In those days, the third brother not only had to take care of the family, but also had to take care of her, his younger sister. He would not forget her if something happened.

She pulled Yang Jun over and made him kneel in front of the tombstone of the old man of the Yang family.

The so-called monument is just a piece of flat-looking stone. It is impossible to build a real monument.

"Dad, our Yang family has produced a talented person. Xiaoshan will become a great writer in the future. Please bless him."

"Don't worry, Third Brother. Xiaoshan is here at home and will not let my sister-in-law suffer. Big Girl and Second Girl are doing well too."

The second sister knelt silently on the side, pouting a little, feeling a little unhappy about her aunt's favoritism, but she was used to it.

She had almost no impression of her grandfather, and she also had some vague memories of her father, Yang Sanxi. After all, she was only four years old when her father passed away.

Yang Jun tried to think deeply about his memory, but he could only remember a vague smiling face.

Everyone expressed their longing for their loved ones while cutting weeds with their hands and sickles. Finally, they offered a rabbit leg and head that had been specially left behind and paid their respects. This was considered a simple tomb sweeping ceremony.

After my aunt and the others left, another family came quietly.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I heard you're going to build a new house and get married?"

In the front room, Fan Ping and Li Xiaohua started chatting, Cheng Aimin was taken around the yard by his second sister, and Cheng Xiaoyu was allowed to sneak into the back room.

But there was something wrong with the opening words, and her little mouth was pouted high.

Yang Jun shook his head: "Who told you this nonsense? It's not true. I just want to get a new room so that my elder sister and second sister can sleep separately."

"Besides, how can I, a grown man, sleep in the inner room all the time? It's too small for them to go there." "Oh, is that so." Cheng Xiaoyu's voice seemed a little relaxed, and more of it was a little regretful.

Yang Jun pretended not to hear and continued, "I'll need your and Aunt Ping's help with this. We have to cook and stuff at home, so we might not be able to handle it by then."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyu patted her bulging chest and said, "Leave it to me. I will definitely help."

She thought to herself, "Maybe I'll have to live here in the future, so I have to help."

The little girl felt a little shy when she thought about it, and quickly shook her head to get rid of these wild thoughts.

"What did Aunt Ping say?"

"There's nothing wrong with Mom. She cooks delicious meals."

"Who doesn't know that Aunt Ping's cooking is delicious?" Yang Jun said with a smile.

This is not a compliment, Fan Ping's cooking skills are indeed very good.

They have agreed on it here, and it’s the same outside.

However, the two mothers' conversation went a bit off topic.

"I think Xiaoshan is a good kid. He has a bright future."

"The same goes for Xiaoyu'er. This baby seems to be growing up a lot more cheerfully these days, and is even chubby. I'm afraid the baby won't starve anymore. He's a fertile baby."

"Sister Xiaohua, you just like to think about this. When it comes to people, you have to look at their character. If someone can't do things well, then he will definitely not be a good person either." Fan Ping shook her head, feeling helpless about Li Xiaohua's standards.

"I just think that my body must be healthy. If I'm not, how will I have children in the future? How will I support my family?"

Li Xiaohua argued convincingly.

"Look at me. If I didn't have enough strength, how could I raise three kids?"

"When my father asked me to give Erniu and Xiaoshan to the Li family, I said no. I want to raise them myself. If I really wanted to give them away, how could I be here now?"

"So, this person has to rely on himself. Health is the first priority."

Li Xiaohua didn't say this to Yang Jun and the others, but Fan Ping knew it. After all, the two families were not far apart, and they had a good relationship in the past and had frequent interactions with each other.

Because of this, Yang Jun and Xiao Yuer gradually became good friends.

"Okay, you are right. I can't argue with you." Fan Ping smiled and shook her head.

Suddenly Li Xiaohua lowered her voice.

"What do you think is going on with these two kids?"

"No matter what the situation is, your Xiaoshan can't bully my daughter."

"Of course, my child doesn't bully others."

When Li Xiaohua said this, Yang Jun was massaging Cheng Xiaoyu's calf. She was the one who said that her bones were twisted, but it was not Yang Jun who took the initiative to massage.

But you have to say, Xiaoyuer's skin is indeed getting better and better.

As soon as his hand touched her, the little girl couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"How about forget it? I think there's nothing wrong with your leg." Yang Jun estimated based on his eyesight.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Xiaoyu closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, saying, "No, it really hurts a little."

Yang Jun confirmed it and then put his hand over.

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