The two brothers Wei Changsheng heard their son scolding him and said nothing. They knew that the old man would be getting more and more angry as they spoke.

"Take it slow, they are not too big," Cang Hai said.

Wei Wenkui finally stopped hearing Cang Hai say this, turned his head and looked at his two sons who were sitting behind him with their heads huddled like a quail and said, "If it weren't for our village's life soon, you thought it would be so easy for you two to find a wife, and you would have picked up all the people."

Wei Changli advised at this time: "Uncle, I actually think those two girls are not very suitable. Look at what kind of bride money their parents offer, and they all open their mouths. I think it's better for the elder brother and the second brother to be optimistic about this matter. Isn't they going to live in this life in the future?"

When Wei Wenkui heard his niece speak, he snorted and turned his head. Wei Changkui's love for his niece is well-known, and his own daughter is nothing more than that.

When his brother Wei Wenhong passed away, he lost a sum of money. Wei Wenkui never touched a penny even though he had a difficult time. He still did what he got. He was going to give the money to his niece for Wei Changli to become an adult. Such character is really hard to find in society now.

Cang Shiyuan felt a little embarrassed, so he turned the topic to his son: "I don't know when this family will let me hold my grandson."

Cang Hai glanced at his cousin who was chatting with his cell phone and said, "I think that's not far away! I definitely can't talk to a man so hotly! Look at his appearance, his eyes are almost hanging on the screen of his phone."

When Cang Henan heard this, he immediately raised his head and said to his cousin: "There is nothing at all. We are discussing the matter of our social dance troupe. How can we not join the interest group in college?"

"You are lying, do you think I haven't been to college?" Cang Hai said with a laugh.

When Cang Shiyuan heard this, he immediately became interested and stretched his head to his son's screen: "Does there be any photos of a girl? Some of them give me a look!"

Cang Henan directly shrank his phone into his arms: "What are you doing? Can you be more serious? I'm talking about serious things!"

"Henan, studying in college is important, but talking about a partner is even more important. Otherwise, all good girls from school will be chosen. Look at your second brother, you will be smart, and you will get along with the doctor in high school..." Wei Wenkui said.

"Why did you get me back?" Cang Hai said with a smile.

"If you hadn't been so nice to me in high school, you would have been married to you now!" Shi Wei added a fire at this time.

When everyone on the sledge was happy when he heard Shi Wei say this.

"Second sister-in-law, how did the second brother chase you at that time?" Wei Changli asked curiously.

Shi Wei said: "Your second brother has good grades and needs to give me some tutoring lessons from time to time. He didn't see him tutoring others. He just leaned over to me..."

Cang Hai was stunned for a moment: "Why are you talking about it? You asked me questions, okay?"

Wei Changli and others followed and said, "We don't believe you!"

"Oh!" Cang Hai had no choice but to pretend to sigh.

There were chatting and laughing along the way. After walking for almost half an hour, two sledges arrived at the cemetery. All the people who died in Sijiaping Village were buried here. Over the past few hundred years, hundreds of people had been buried on the hills here. Cang, Wei, Hu, and Li families were estimated to have all the eighteen generations of ancestors buried here.

Originally, this place was a mountaintop, but now this small hilltop has grown green trees such as pine and cypress. The unique Chinese zongdi complex has not dissipated in the heart of Canghai, so he has also taken special care of the Tree of Life. Therefore, the green pine and cypress here are taller and more lush than the pine and cypress near the village. It grew to four or five meters in just over a year, and the thinnest one is as big as the mouth of the sea bowl.

"The ancestors were also considerate when choosing places. Look at the forest, which is more lush than any other place. Look at the terrain, it is like a dragon and a tiger..."

Seeing the ancestral grave, Wei Wenkui couldn't help but sigh. It turned out to be just a barren mountain, but now it is a forest. Although it is almost covered by heavy snow, it still looks quiet and solemn.

"It's indeed a treasure land. When spring comes, I have to find a Feng Shui master to see it, pick up a cemetery for myself, and wait for one day when I go, and then bury me there." Cang Shiyuan nodded when he heard Wei Wenkui say it.

Cang Henan couldn't listen anymore: "You are big, you only counted so much, and you only think about things that are so far away when you are less than fifty. Live well, and you still have to hold a great-grandson."

"You kid can be like a person. I am satisfied with half of the worry-free Haiwaizi, and I am also a great-grandson!" Although Cang Shiyuan said harshly, his expression on his face was clearly very gratifying.

"Shiyuan, let's separate here." Wei Wenkui said, urging his own livestock to walk southeast of the Potou.

The Wei family's ancestral tomb is facing southeast, while the Cang family's ancestral tomb is buried in a place surrounded by two slopes on the waist of the half slope. The two families are not in the same place. Although they look close, they are almost a mile away.

Wei Wenkui walked up the ridge, while Canghai drove the ugly donkey along the slope. When he entered the forest, he saw a raised area on the snow. Each raised burial with the ancestors of the Cang family. It was not appropriate to sit firmly on the sled. Everyone got off the sled and walked on foot.

Whenever he arrives at a grave, Cang Shiyuan will expose the base monument from the snow, and then take Cang Hai and other juniors to bow, sprinkle a glass of water and wine, and place a piece of cake or two. Although most of the tombs here are buried in the graves, they are bloodlines passed down by an ancestor, and they still need respect.

After scanning more than ten graves, they saw that some of them had been sacrificed. Everyone knew that Cang Shigui's family had been here at a glance.

"Okay, Haiwazi, go to your grave. By the way, do you remember your grave?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

Canghai nodded: "I know!"

My father, grandfather, and Taizu and Gaozu were almost buried together, and Canghai couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

Seeing Canghai nodding, Cang Shiyuan took Cang Henan to his hand from the sled and walked towards their ancestral grave under the snow that was almost knee-length. Cang Hai took Shi Wei and the others to follow the ugly donkey and walked towards their father Cang Shijun's grave step by step.

When he arrived at the grave, Canghai swept away the snow on the monument with a broom, revealing the stone tombstone in front of his father's tomb. It said that the tomb of Cang Gong Shijun was first kaimed, and then a line of small words read: Zi: Canghai stood in tears.

The stone tablet is very simple, it is made of ordinary stone carvings with square heads and brains. Now more than ten years have passed, and the characters on the tablet have been a bit weathered. Obviously, the stone material is not very good.

After sweeping away his father's base monument, Canghai walked to the tomb next to him and revealed his grandparents' tomb, great-grandparents' tombs and the tombstones in front of the tombs of great-grandparents' tombs, and a clearing of space beside each tombstone, leaving behind the kneeling and presenting Cai Pinyong.

Unlike the tombstones of Cang Shijun, these tombstones have distinct characters at the beginning, rather than first characters. The difference between the obvious characters and first characters is whether the deceased has grandchildren. If there are grandchildren, it means that the descendants are extended and their bloodlines are endless. If there are only children but no grandchildren, it means that the descendants are long and their bloodlines are endless.

The unlucky thing is that there is nothing on the monument, which proves that this is a terrible family. In the past, it was a very terrible thing to lose households in society. If you understand the custom of eating households, you will feel cold.

Cang Shijun died, how old Cang Hai was, and it was impossible to have a son. Therefore, Cang Shijun's tombstone could only be engraved first, and it could not be used to show it. When Cang Hai had a son and then re-erected the monument for his father, it could be used to show it, otherwise it would have to be used first.

Standing back to his father's tombstone, Cang Hai looked at the mottled stone tablet, recalling the voice, appearance and smile of his father in his mind, remembering his companionship when he was sick, and thinking about his focused gaze when he made a wooden pistol for him, Cang Hai felt that something seemed to block his heart and the pain was unbearable.

The son wants to support his parents but his parents are not here!

Shi Wei was putting offerings in front of the tombstone at this time. Shi Wei had a deep affection for Canghai, so she placed them quite solemnly. In front of Cang Shijun's monument were six offerings, pork beef and mutton replaced pig heads, cow heads and sheep heads, then three plates of fruits and three-color pastries, and finally a bottle of Maotai.

After setting up the offerings, Shi Wei looked up and saw Canghai's eyes with tears in her eyes, and couldn't help but whisper: "Father has a spirit in heaven, and he will definitely be happy for us. Don't be sad."

Cang Hai wiped his tears after hearing this, smiled at Shi Wei, then lowered his head and was about to kneel down and kowtow to burn incense to his father. Just as he was about to kneel down, he remembered something, turned around and took off his coat from the sled, folded it and put it in front of Shi Wei.

"Kneel on this, it's cold on the ground."

"This..." Shi Wei hesitated a little.

Cang Hai said: "You will be very happy when you see it. He is not too particular and will definitely not pick this gift!"

After saying that, Cang Hai reached out to support Shi Wei and knelt down in front of his father's grave.

"Big, I'll come to see you with my wife." Cang Hai knelt down, said something, picked up the incense and lit it, and then distributed it to Shi Wei half. The two of them first bowed, inserted the incense into the snow in front of the monument, and then kowtowed three times solemnly. After kowtowed, Cang Hai opened the wine bottle, poured the wine glasses in his and Shi Wei's hands, and then sprinkled them in front of his father's tomb.

My father's sacrifice was ready, and the next one was grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-grandparents. Because this was Shi Wei's first time marrying into the Cang family, they all had six offerings except for the three animals, which was quite serious.

However, as a grandson, Cang Hai does not have to be so serious about offering sacrifices to his ancestors. He occasionally makes a few jokes and asks his grandparents, great-grandparents and great-grandparents to bless him, otherwise he will have fewer such jokes next time.

Confucianism says that when holding a grandson but not a son, the son cannot be arrogant in front of his father, and as a grandson in front of his grandfather, he will be much more favored.

After worshiping Emperor Gaozu, he also had to take care of some nearby tombs, but Cang Hai and Shi Wei did not need to kneel down and worship one by one. He just swept open the tombstone, and then solemnly put some cakes in front of the monument, and just put a glass of wine or two.

After waiting for all this to be done, it took almost an hour to meet Cang Hai and his wife Cang Shiyuan.

"Are you going to do it?" Cang Shiyuan asked.

Cang Hai said, "There is another last step. Are you doing well over there?"

Cang Shiyuan said: "Henan went back to taste the pastry."

After the worship is over, the ancestors have been waiting for their offerings according to customs. Then the younger generation usually eats one or two of offerings. I don’t know why this custom is Canghai, but since it is a custom, then just follow it.

"Then I'll come out of the forest to wait for you," Cang Shiyuan said.

Canghai nodded and took Shi Wei back to the grave of Grandpa Gao’s parents. The two picked up the small pastry in front of the monument and took a bite. This was a formal worship of Grandpa Gao’s parents. They tasted a small bite of the offerings in front of each grave. Ten minutes later, Canghai took Shi Wei and led the ugly donkey out of the forest.

As soon as I left the forest, I saw Cang Shiyuan and Cang Henan waiting for him with their necks cramped, so I got on the sledge and came to them, and took them back along the way.

Wei Wenkui's family did not come out, so Canghai had to go back to the village first. On the way, he met Li Liren's family who came to worship his ancestors. Two sledges passed by. After everyone greeted him, they were all busy with their own affairs.
Chapter completed!