Luo Fengtang also smiled kindly and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, Qing'er is right. You are the head of the family. As long as there is something reasonable, we are willing to listen to you."

"If you want to visit your aunt, I will drive a carriage to take you there myself tomorrow morning," he said.

Blacksmith Luo shook his head hurriedly: "No, no, I can go there by myself, I can drive the carriage..."

Luo Fengtang said: "I'd better go there with you. Counting the days, it's already the third anniversary of my uncle's death. It's time to celebrate his third anniversary!"

"Yes, uncle, I will go tomorrow too. When my uncle passed away, I was too busy with family matters to pay my respects." Yang Ruoqing also took over the conversation,

"I happen to be free these two days, so let me go over there and burn incense sticks for my uncle! The baby and Dazhi are still young, so I won't take them with me," she said.

According to the customs in this area, after a person dies, relatives and friends of Sanqi and Qiqi come to burn incense.

Then comes the anniversary festival.

The uncle in Zhoujiacun died suddenly. He fell from stacking firewood in the wooden attic and hit the back of his head.

This was an accidental death, and in the words of the villagers, it was called a 'death in vain'.

According to the concept of generations, the souls of people who die in vain will be imprisoned in the city of vain death after death and cannot be reincarnated.

Only after three years, choosing a new cemetery and moving the bones there again, can we leave the "City of Wasted Death", go to Naihe Bridge, and walk on the road of reincarnation.

Therefore, Zhoujiacun's uncle did not hold an anniversary memorial ceremony, but waited for the memorial ceremony and tomb relocation three years later, which is a major event in this area.

Blacksmith Luo was flattered by what the young couple said.

At the same time, I was so moved that my eyes were red.

"It's hard for you to remember this when you are so busy..." He murmured.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were startled for a moment, and then they both smiled.

Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle, we are not children, we understand how to treat people and things."

"I still say the same thing, my aunt is not a very good person, but my uncle is an honest person and has been kind to me in the past."

"Qing'er and I have already discussed that we must go to his third anniversary celebration," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, I just don't know if Brother Zhou Wang will ask someone to check on the date, so tomorrow Tang Yazi and I will go there, mainly to ask about this matter, and also to visit Aunt Daye."

Blacksmith Luo nodded, "Okay, okay, it's hard for you to think so carefully. Let's set out together tomorrow morning."

…

This is Yang Ruoqing's first time back to Zhoujiacun.

Changping Village is to the south of Qingshui Town, while Zhoujia Village is to the northeast of Qingshui Town.

To go from Changping Village to Zhoujia Village, you have to pass through Qingshui Town, then walk along a long river embankment for three or four miles, and you're there.

At first glance, this village is similar in size to Changping Village, and it is also a large village among many nearby villages.

However, these houses and courtyards are obviously not as good as those in Changping Village.

Almost all of them are low-rise adobe houses with thatched roofs and half-person-high Tuba walls surrounding the front of the house.

For houses with better conditions, the courtyard walls are made of stones.

Those in worse condition are simply fences and walls.

The carriage passed by the entrance of the village and saw that most of the yards of the houses nearby were planted with peach trees, plum trees, and old locust trees.

Chickens were flying and dogs were barking. When the little children saw a carriage approaching, they all followed curiously.

The women sitting in the corner chatting also cast curious eyes here, pointing and talking.

Yang Ruoqing averted her eyes and sat down next to Luo Fengtang who was driving the car.

No matter which village it is, the people are all the same.

Women all love gossip and looking at novelties, and they have to admire Zhou Xia for being able to close herself in the yard for three years in such an environment, even giving birth to a baby quietly.

This is really difficult and not something ordinary people can do.

Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised when she saw the carriage going straight ahead along a path outside the village entrance but not entering the village.

"Tangyazi, where are we going? It seems that the front is beyond the village and is filled with fields!" she asked.

Luo Fengtang glanced sideways at her, smiled slightly and said, "Let's go to Cousin Zhou Wang's shack first."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

Cousin Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan separated from Aunt Dae and the others a long time ago and left home.

The couple built a shack next to a field outside the village and lived there for two years.

From getting married, to getting pregnant, to having children, the most important things in life are all done in the shack.

"Here, we're here." Luo Fengtang's voice came to my ears.

Yang Ruoqing looked up and saw that the carriage stopped at the edge of a field bank, and a shack appeared at the other end of the field bank.

Yang Ruoqing is no stranger to shacks.

In this era, there are many poor families whose lives are so difficult that people living in modern civilization cannot imagine it.

Zhou Wang's shack reminded Yang Ruoqing of the vast watermelon fields in summer, when melon farmers built a temporary and simple thatched house to guard the watermelons day and night.

It also reminded her of how the fish in the fish pond got fatter in winter.

In order to prevent those with ulterior motives from poisoning fish in fish ponds or stealing fish,

Blacksmith Luo also built a simple thatched house next to the fish pond, with windproof wooden boards installed around it.

At this moment, the shack that Cousin Zhou Wang and his family have is about the same size as Blacksmith Luo's thatched fish-watching house.

However, the outside protection from wind and rain is thicker, and there is a fence in front of the shack.

There were some clothes of adults and children hung on the fence. Outside the fence, Xiaohuan probably dug two vegetable plots and planted Chinese cabbage, and a finger-long Chinese cabbage just sprouted.

"You're living a decent life these days!" Yang Ruoqing looked around the outside of the shack and couldn't help but praise.

Luo Fengtang turned to look at her, "As long as the couple has feelings, they can shelter from the wind and rain under the bridge!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Don't talk about the bridge. Going out for a wander is a trip that just goes away. It's so romantic!"

Luo Fengtang smiled, raised his hand and gently held Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"If you really like someone, you still want to give her a home, shelter from the wind and rain, and have children." He said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, yes, that's the case.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's go and see if cousin Zhou Wang is at home." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, and the two of them came to the fence gate together.

Blacksmith Luo had already arrived outside the fence gate first and was shouting inside.

"Wang'er, Xiaohuan, are you at home?"

I shouted several times, but no one responded.

"The door is locked, don't shout." Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!