In the yard of her parents' house next door, when Yang Ruoqing brought Spring Festival couplets over, Yang Huazhong was sweeping the yard.

Da'an was helping to arrange the tables and chairs in the main room, while Mrs. Sun was busy preparing the dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner in the backyard.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming in with Spring Festival couplets, Yang Huazhong was very happy and quickly put down the broom in his hand and came over to take the Spring Festival couplets.

"Qing'er, are you really not coming over for New Year's Eve dinner tonight?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Mr. Sun has asked this question several times in the past few days.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "This is the first year that Tang Yazi and I get married, and I plan to cook the New Year's Eve dinner myself."

"And for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner, we will invite Uncle Luo and the others to come over and eat together."

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly: "Well, we should indeed bring Uncle Tangyazi and Auntie over to celebrate the New Year together. We are a family!"

Yang Ruoqing continued: "I discussed it with my mother yesterday, and the New Year's Eve dinner there will be eaten a little earlier than here."

"After I've finished eating there, Tang Yazi and I will come over to greet you, Dad, in the New Year."

"When the time comes, if we sit down and have a few bites together, it will be like celebrating the New Year with our parents and brothers!" she said.

Yang Huazhong was very happy after hearing this, "Okay, okay, this arrangement is the best!"

"Dad, since I'm here, let's put up the Spring Festival couplets together." Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Yang Huazhong said "Okay".

"Then I'll go to the backyard and get some rice cereal from my mother."

Backyard, kitchen.

Mrs. Sun is very busy.

Cut various vegetables, prepare various ingredients, wash what should be washed, soak what should be soaked, simmer what should be simmered, steam what should be steamed...

Sun was very happy to see Yang Ruoqing come in.

"Qing'er, how are the dishes prepared over there?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and reported the New Year's Eve dinner menu to Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun said: "Ah, there are so many kinds of vegetables. It's really rich. My daughter will do something good."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, made some rice noodles and mixed them with rice cereal, and then took it to the front yard.

Yang Huazhong is tall and burly, and he does not need to step on a ladder to post Spring Festival couplets.

Yang Ruoqing stood on the side holding a basin of rice cereal in her hand, and Daan was on the side handing out Spring Festival couplets.

The father and son worked together and quickly posted the Spring Festival couplets.

As soon as the bright red color was pasted on the wall, the New Year atmosphere suddenly came out.

When Yang Ruoqing returned to her home with rice cereal and planned to post Spring Festival couplets, she found that Luo Fengtang was already pasting the last one on the study door.

"Ah, why did you post the Spring Festival couplets by yourself? Didn't we agree to post them together!"

Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "I've posted it, so you don't have to bother."

"whee……"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, walked over, and helped him smooth out the corner of the last couplet.

In previous years, the Spring Festival couplets were put up in the afternoon, but this year they were put up early.

Next, we went to the mountains to burn incense.

The custom in this area is that on the day of the Chinese New Year, people go to their ancestors’ tombs on the mountain in the morning to burn incense and kowtow.

After returning to the village in the afternoon, you have to go to the Tutu Temple at the south end of the village to burn incense.

Before the New Year's Eve dinner, every household must burn incense to the ancestral tablets enshrined at home.

Stay up late at night and get up in the early morning to open the door.

Then before dawn, you have to go to the Earth Temple to burn incense and set off firecrackers. This is called "Crossing the Sky".

The young couple finished the Spring Festival couplets, and then Yang Ruoqing went to the kitchen and brought over a bamboo basket filled with incense offerings.

"Let's go into the village to find our uncle. He is probably already waiting for us."

Yang Ruoqing said.

"Are you going too?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a roll of her eyes: "This is not nonsense. I am the new wife of your old Luo family. I must go to burn incense this first year!"

Luo Fengtang was very happy, and reached out to take the basket she was carrying, and took her hand with the other hand. The two of them told Tuoba Xian and Yan Huaina, and left the house together to go to the village.

The old Luo family.

Aunt Wang Cuilian also prepared the offerings, and Blacksmith Luo was changing shoes.

Blacksmith Luo was secretly happy when he saw the young couple coming hand in hand.

"Uncle, Qing'er is also going up the mountain with us to burn incense." Luo Fengtang said as soon as he entered the door.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Okay, okay, let the ancestors see this new daughter-in-law of our old Luo family, and let them be happy too."

Yang Ruoqing smiled sheepishly.

Blacksmith Luo looked at Wang Cuilian who was standing aside: "Cuilian, you also entered this year. Please change your shoes and come with us."

Wang Cuilian was a little flattered.

"Then... I won't go. Qing'er is the serious wife of the old Luo family..." the woman said.

When Blacksmith Luo heard this, he immediately became angry.

"What stupid thing are you saying?"

"Qing'er is Tang Yazi's wife, you are my wife, and you are the wives of two generations of our old Luo family..."

Wang Cuilian was still very embarrassed, "I am a remarried widow, so I still won't go..."

The words of inferiority clearly reached the ears of the three people beside him.

Blacksmith Luo corrected Wang Cuilian seriously: "What's wrong with the widow? A widow is not a human being?"

"Remember, you are the daughter-in-law of my blacksmith Luo Mingyuan. You were a widow before, but now you have a man and a husband's family!"

"Listen to my arrangement, hurry up, change your shoes, and let's go to the mountains to burn incense together!"

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A family of four went up to the back mountain to burn incense.

Blacksmith Luo put his hands behind his back and led the way.

Luo Fengtang followed closely behind with a bamboo basket in one hand.

Yang Ruoqing held Wang Cuilian's arm and walked behind the team.

The weather was nice in the twelfth lunar month of this year.

Except for the first few days when it snowed, it has been sunny since the snow stopped.

During the twelfth lunar month, the sun is good, so we can dry salted meat and fish in the sun during this time.

The mountain road at our feet, as well as all the trees and grass in the mountains, were also very dry in the sun.

Yang Ruoqing absolutely believed that as long as a match was thrown, most of the mountain would be set on fire.

"Tangyaozi, be careful when you burn incense later. It's dry and dry, so don't burn the mountain."

She couldn't help but yell at Luo Fengtang's back.

Luo Fengtang turned to smile at her: "Well, I will be careful."

The four of them came to the ancestral grave of the old Luo family, burned incense and paid homage.

Then when crossing a mountain ridge, we encountered a large army of the old Yang family.

Lao Yangtou led the team, and brothers Yang Huaan, Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were all there.

Among the sons, except for Yang Hualin who stayed in the county town in anger and never came back, all of them came.

Among the grandchildren, except Yang Yongzhi and Kang Xiaozi, all the others are also here.

Two groups of people met on the ridge and sat together smoking for a while.

At this moment, I met several groups of people from the village one after another.

Among them, there is also the group of people from Lao Wang's family.

In the mountains, the sound of firecrackers came one after another, and it was really lively.

After resting enough, everyone went their separate ways again to burn incense.

Here, Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang and others came to Luo Laoer's grave.

Luo Fengtang knelt down in front of the grave, and Yang Ruoqing followed and knelt with him.

Although the person buried in the grave in front of him is not Tang Yazi’s biological father.

However, Yang Ruoqing kowtowed three times very reverently.

If Luo Laoer hadn't traveled at night and tried his best to bring Luo Fengtang back to Changping Village, he would have been brutally murdered as an infant.
Chapter completed!