On the afternoon of the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, the sun was still hanging on the mountainside in the west, and the crackling of firecrackers rang out in the village at the foot of the mountain.

Today's "receiving ancestors" means taking the deceased ancestors home to celebrate the New Year, and wait until the morning of the third day of the first lunar month to send them off with firecrackers.

This custom has been passed down from generation to generation, and ancestors have warned their children and grandchildren in this way.

This is a way for farmers to miss their deceased relatives, and it is also the beautiful expectation of family reunion for the simple people living in this land.

People should not forget their roots. The incense continues from generation to generation, just like the new leaves of an old tree cover the sky and the sun.

But no matter how lush the new leaves are, the roots will always be deeply rooted in the hot soil under your feet that has given you irrigation.

No matter how far you go or how high you fly, the land where your parents and your ancestors have thrived for generations is your homeland and your hometown!

So at this moment, in the lobby of the old house of the Old Yang family, the gray-haired Old Yang is leading all the children and grandchildren of the Old Yang family, according to their age and seniority, to give several spiritual tablets on the shrine in front of them one by one.

Worship.

The words on the oldest and oldest spiritual tablet have long been blurred. It belongs to the generation of Lao Yangtou’s grandparents.

Then there are Lao Yangtou’s parents, aunt, cousin, etc.

The two spiritual tablets with clearer words are Yang Hua'an and Yang Hualin.

They are Lao Yangtou's eldest son and second son respectively.

After some worship, Old Yangtou read the sacrificial text written by his eldest grandson, Yang Yongxian, in a measured tone as usual.

Even if Da'an is the number one scholar, he is the one who makes the old Yang family shine.

But the task of writing sacrificial texts, Lao Yangtou always handed over to his eldest grandson Yang Yongxian to complete every year.

But Da'an doesn't care about this, because this is his last honor, and Da'an is willing to fulfill it.

In the front, Lao Yangtou stood there and recited in a measured tone. In the back, the three brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhong stood side by side in a row with their heads bowed, listening respectfully.

Yang Huaming's condition has improved a bit, and he is basically no longer crazy now, but he is not as talkative as before and is a bit depressed.

Behind the three brothers, Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongjin and other grandchildren stood and listened respectfully, but further back, children like Fu'er, Hong'er, and Kang Xiaozi were very naughty.

You pinch me quietly, I squeeze you quietly, wink, and the solemnity at the front disappears at the back.

Still Mianmian, these girls in Xiuxiu are quiet and quiet.

After finally waiting for the old Yangtou in front to finish reciting, the children behind him were already impatient.

"Master, I need to pee!" Kang Xiaozi shouted to Lao Yangtou in front.

Old Yang turned around and saw Kang Xiaozi's hare lips that became more and more conspicuous with age, and sighed silently in his heart.

"go Go!"

Kang Xiaozi cheered and ran away.

Fu'er and Hong'er were not willing to be left alone. Following them, several children ran to the abandoned patio in front, took out the little birds and peed into the patio.

When Old Yang saw it, he shouted hurriedly.

"You can't urinate there. That patio is unusual. It's where your second uncle walks..."

When everyone heard Old Yangtou's shout, they quickly turned around to see and drive him away.

Several children ran to the door laughing and laughing, and the laughter came in, extremely happy.

Old Yang shook his head with a wry smile, then turned around and raised his hand to touch Yang Hualin's tablet and said: "Second brother, the children are not sensible, don't be as knowledgeable as them!"

He glanced at Yang Hua'an's memorial tablet next to him, his eyes filled with sadness.

He then picked up Yang Hua'an's tablet and said: "Boss, you are my eldest son. During the Chinese New Year in the past, you stood behind me to help me and worship my ancestors."

"In the blink of an eye, you have been gone for almost ten years, and my second brother has been gone for eight or nine years."

"Your mother and I are both old bones, but we are still alive. It would be great if we could exchange our lives for the lives of your two brothers. My two short-lived sons..."

Old Yangtou couldn't help but feel sad when he talked about the emotional part. He couldn't help but hold the two memorial tablets of Yang Hua'an and Yang Hualin in his arms and sobbed.

Upon seeing this, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou hurried over to comfort him.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, it's such a good time during the Chinese New Year. Please don't cry. Please be happy and wish it good luck."

Yang Huazhou said: "The eldest brother and the second brother are gone, but we still have three brothers. We three brothers will honor you and my mother and provide for you in your old age."

Yang Huaming remained silent.

Because Sifang can no longer make money now and is almost resting on his laurels.

Fortunately, the second daughter, Ju'er, and her son-in-law, Chen Biao, are responsible and come over every month to send some rice and money, so the fourth house is now almost taken care of by Ju'er and Chen Biao.

What else can Yang Huaming promise to Lao Yangtou and Tan?

Here, Old Yang glanced at Yang Huaming, then at Yang Yongxian, one of the grandchildren, and Yang Yongqing, who was idle.

"Your eldest and second brother's yangshou have all been cultivated on me and your mother. After the Chinese New Year, I will be almost seventy years old."

"Seventy years of life are rare in ancient times, and the loess is almost buried up to my neck. As for the rest of my life, I don't have any big thoughts. There are three things that I can't let go of." He said.

Having said this, and in today's atmosphere, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou naturally wanted to ask what Lao Yangtou's three wishes were.

"Dad, tell me, let's help and work hard together," Yang Huazhong said.

Lao Yangtou quickly put down the memorial tablet, turned to hold Yang Huazhong's hand and said: "Lao San, with your words, half of my father's wish has come true."

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "Dad, please tell me."

Old Yang said: "The first thing I do is to help your eldest nephew, the eldest grandson of our Old Yang family, Yongxian, find a marriage!"

"this……"

Yang Huazhong couldn't help but raise his head and look towards Yang Yongxian.

Yang Yongxian just happened to raise his head and look here, with a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't understand why the topic kept turning to his marriage.

"Dad, there is no need to rush my marriage..." he murmured.

Old Yang's eyes widened: "You will be thirty after the Chinese New Year, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Those people of your age in the village have several children. The eldest child is over ten years old. They will become grandparents in seven or eight years. Are you still not anxious? How can you be anxious?"

Yang Yongxian was immediately speechless.

Not to mention the group of people in the village who were the same age as me, even Ping'er, who had a crush on me later, is now married to Brother Zhou Sheng and has a daughter, and the family is harmonious and beautiful.

The Li Xiuxin back then...

"Third brother, don't listen to Yongxian. The first thing to do during the Chinese New Year is to help him find a girl."

"Old girls, or those who have gone through a second marriage without children, our old Yang family all want..."
Chapter completed!