"Oh, that's incredible," she said.

"What's wrong Qing'er?" someone asked.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the old and young Yang heads with a strange expression: "My father and my little grandfather are brothers, so aren't my second uncle and my second mother cousins?"

Cousins ​​getting married…

Let me strangle you, it's incest.

Everyone in the yard thought of this in hindsight, and all of them had strange expressions.

Old Yangtou and little old Yangtou were both embarrassed.

Mistakes harm people, harming three generations!

"Ignore the second wife, let's go to the mountains!" Lao Yangtou waved his hand, picked up the shovel and set off.

Everyone followed, and a large team marched out of the door.

The villagers along the way came out to take a look. At the corner of the road ahead, a figure came towards this direction carrying a shovel, pole and basket.

It's Luo Fengtang.

"Grandpa, little grandpa."

Luo Fengtang took the initiative to say hello to the young and old Yangtou who was walking in front of the team.

"Tangyaozi, what are you...?" Old Yangtou asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "I'm also going to build my great-grandmother's grave."

Old Yangtou said: "But you and Qing'er haven't gotten married yet, so how can I ask you..."

"Qing'er and I are getting married soon. Her great-grandmother is my great-grandmother. The younger generation also wants to do its part in filial piety." Luo Fengtang said.

Old Yangtou looked moved, and the little old Yangtou next to him also looked full of admiration.

"Okay, okay, your great-grandmother has a spirit in heaven, and she will definitely bless you all well in the south."

Lao Yang raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder.

Luo Fengtang quickly returned to the team and went straight to Yang Ruoqing's side.

"I'll get it."

He couldn't help but directly took the bamboo basket in her hand.

The basket contains offerings, drinks, etc.

"Your wounds are all healed? Is it okay to go hiking or something?"

Although she knew that his wound was almost healed, she still couldn't help but ask one more question.

He shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, everything will be fine soon."

"Ah That's good!"

The group of people followed the big and small old Yangtou and headed towards Mianniu Mountain behind the village.

When a group of people arrived on the mountain, I strangled them.

There was so much rain and snow in the second half of the year that my concubine's solitary grave was almost washed away.

The red soil was opened, and there were dead branches and leaves scattered on it, as well as the footprints of some wild animals.

Looking not far away, there are two tombs standing side by side, with monuments erected, which are quite impressive.

Old Yangtou couldn't bear it anymore.

The old man knelt down with a 'pop' sound on the barren grave beneath him that was almost razed to the ground.

Holding the red soil with the palms of both hands, he buried his head and cried loudly.

"Mother, dear mother..."

"My son is late, my son is wrong..."

Little old Yang also knelt down and said, "Mother, my son is unfilial and has made you suffer for so many years..."

Two old men, both in their seventies, knelt there and cried bitterly.

This scene made all the descendants nearby look heartbroken.

Everyone recalled that they had come to visit the grave in the past, but they had never even looked at this little dirt bag.

I even pulled grass from the two graves over there several times, and the grass I pulled was always thrown onto this small dirt bag.

Peeing and so on, they deliberately come to urinate on this little dirt bag.

All of them, influenced by Old Yangtou, despised and disliked the concubine buried inside.

At this moment, everyone realized that half of the blood flowing in their bodies was this concubine's blood.

Without her, there would be no Lao Yangtou, and there would be no descendants like them.

She is my true ancestor, direct grandmother, and great-grandmother.

But what about yourself, what did you do?

Everyone was asking themselves questions and lowered their heads, including Yang Ruoqing.

Perhaps influenced by this atmosphere, everyone knelt down.

If there really is a soul, I just hope that this deceased soul can forgive the ignorance of the younger generations.

After crying for a while, everyone started to take action.

Shoveling soil, cultivating soil, and carrying basket after basket.

Everyone worked together and a brand new tomb was erected.

Finally, a stone monument was erected.

In front of the stone monument, a platform was specially built to strengthen the tomb bag and prevent it from being easily washed away by rain and landslides.

On the other hand, it is also convenient for worshipers and worshippers.

The offerings were laid out in a long row, and Old Yang squatted in front of the tomb, burning lots of incense paper.

The yellow incense paper was ignited by fire and burned into pieces of black, like dead leaf butterflies.

It was blown by the wind, floated into the sky, and finally turned into piles of black powder.

Lao Yangtou looked at the black powder.

Before my eyes, I seemed to see many years ago again.

When he was still a few years old, there was always a woman who was considered crazy by others.

She looked at him from a distance and looked at him.

She sneaked into his room when no one was around, wanting to hug him and hear him call her mother.

But what about him?

But he treated her as a madman and beat and kicked her.

If he hadn't told dad and the others about sneaking her into the house, dad and the others wouldn't have ambush in the house.

The last time, when her father and the others beat and kicked her, he actually hid aside and watched...

He would never forget the look in her eyes, it was a lifelong nightmare.

This was the reason why he hated her when he grew up and even throughout his life.

At this moment, he understood the look in her eyes.

It was sadness and despair...

It must have been that time that completely chilled her heart.

She just hanged herself...

"Mother, my dear mother, my son made a mistake, and he regrets it..."

Old Yangtou cried out in pain again, and even raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face.

He was stopped by the little old Yangtou beside him.

"Brother, my mother is gone. From now on, we brothers will be fine. My mother is alive in heaven, so it's time to rest in peace..."

The two old brothers hugged each other and cried.

Finally, everyone lit all the firecrackers they brought.

The clear and loud sound of firecrackers startled the birds and beasts in the mountains and scurried around.

The sound of firecrackers shook the sky here, echoing in the mountains for a long time before gradually subsided...

At night, Lao Yangtou summoned everyone to the east wing.

"To make a long story short, this is why I called you here tonight."

As Old Yangtou said, he took out a few banknotes directly from his body.

"This is a thank you gift from Mr. Yan Huai'an. The total is two hundred taels of silver."

"It's not fair to divide it according to each room."

"Take the big house as an example. The four boys are all getting married soon. The fifth house is only a few months old."

Old Yangtou said.

"Your mother and I thought about it and decided to divide it according to the number of grandchildren. They are all the same."

"Two hundred taels of silver, your mother and I will leave sixty taels."

"Why do you want to keep these sixty taels? Your mother and I are usually sick and have pains, so we can't always go to you for them."

"The remaining one hundred and forty taels of silver will be divided among the thirteen grandchildren..."

"Dad, have you made a mistake in your calculation? How can there be so many grandchildren?" Yang Huaan spoke up.
Chapter completed!