Yang Huamei said: "Okay Qing'er, let's not talk about these sad things anymore, people have to look forward."

"Well, let's talk about the children. Dabai and Xiaohei have been studying in the school in the town for more than a month."

"Including this Qingming Festival holiday, this is the second time they have come home, and their father visited them once during this period."

"Originally, I was worried that these two children were too spoiled when they were young. They would not be used to it when they suddenly left home to study in the town. Unexpectedly, they turned out fine. It really surprised us!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The performance is really good. The two brothers have a companion, which is also an advantage. The two brothers can discuss anything."

Yang Huamei said: "Speaking of this, I still have to praise Chen'er."

"Chen'er is studying alone in a place so far away from the capital. Da'an usually works as an errand at the Hanlin Academy, so he is naturally busy. It is impossible to accompany Chen'er for everything."

"Chen'er definitely relies on himself for the most part. He makes his own decisions no matter what happens. This is what makes him really powerful."

"Compared with Chen'er, my little achievements like Big Bai and Xiao Hei are really nothing," she said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "You can't say that. The environment in which Chen'er grew up was different from that of Dabai and Xiaohei."

"Dabai and Xiaohei were raised in the palm of your family's hands, but Chen'er grew up with a lot of beatings. This is different in itself," she said.

Yang Huamei said: "By the way, where is Dazhi? How is Dazhi doing in Yangzhou? Has he entered school?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "Brother Zuo came back from Yangzhou two days ago. He stayed at my house for a day and talked about Da Zhi's situation."

"Now the whole family has moved into Yangzhou City. Dazhi is studying in a school in the city and is preparing for the next Tongsheng Examination."

"Well, it doesn't matter where you study, as long as you do well," Yang Huamei said.

Yang Ruoqing knew that Yang Huamei was trying to appease her emotions. She smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry about me. I've figured out some things. The melons that are forced are not sweet."

"Now that Dazhi is back with his mother, he is the only scholar in the family. He is the only scholar in the family. He must be held in the palm of his hand. I have nothing to worry about."

Yang Huamei said: "If you think so, I feel relieved. By the way, has Tang Yazi come home to study recently? He left at this time last year and hasn't come back for a whole year! When will he come back?"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "Auntie, you really stopped me with this question."

"Letters from home are sent back regularly, but right now he is on a mission and cannot come back. I can't even tell when he will return!"

Yang Huamei said: "Okay, hey, others envy you, but actually it's not easy for you too!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "This is my own choice. No matter how hard it is, I am happy with it."

…

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road feel like they are dying.

May I ask where the restaurant is? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village in the distance!

It rained continuously during the day, and finally stopped in the evening.

Luo Fengtang temporarily put down the military essay in his hand and stood up.

He asked Lieutenant General Xie to prepare some sacrifices and incense paper, and then left the military camp alone to find a secluded place on the other side of the valley.

Here, he lined up the things he brought on the smooth stone in front of him, lit incense paper, and worshiped in the direction of Mianniu Mountain.

It’s Qingming Festival again.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he went home to worship his ancestors during the Qingming Festival.

I really miss my childhood. During Qingming Festival, my uncle would take me to the mountains to burn incense and kowtow to our ancestors.

I even miss that after we got married, every Qingming Festival, my daughter-in-law and my aunt would always prepare a lot of wine and meat, both for the family to eat and to offer sacrifices to the ancestors.

Then he and his wife Qing'er followed his uncle to the mountains to worship ancestors and burn incense...

I didn’t go back during the Chinese New Year, nor did I go back during the Qingming Festival, and I probably won’t be able to go back during the following Dragon Boat Festival.

Alas, now that he has a high and powerful position, the burden on his shoulders has also become heavier. In the past, he only needed to take care of a small family of his own, but now, he has to take care of most of the country.

Luo Fengtang squatted there and burned the incense papers he brought one by one. Then he poured the wine he brought on the stone in front of him and leaned over to worship his distant hometown.

However, just as he was bowing for the third time in the direction of Mianniu Mountain, his ears moved.

His feet suddenly slipped, and in the next moment his body had already left the place where he was standing and jumped three feet away.

"who!"

He shouted into the seemingly ordinary air in front of him.

Although it was quiet everywhere, he clearly felt a surge of air in the air just now.

The dangerous aura was like a beast coming, making him, as a trainer, feel a clear sense of oppression.

After he finished his drink, the air around him seemed to be stagnant. Dusk had risen everywhere, and there was not even a trace of light in the sky.

His whole body seemed to be inside a huge black bag. As soon as the mouth of the bag shrank, his whole body would be like a turtle in an urn, completely passive.

Luo Fengtang was very shocked by this feeling. It was the first time in these years that he had this feeling.

At this moment, a small voice sounded in the air that was almost stagnant before.

The sound was like a rabbit accidentally stepping on a piece of thatch.

The next moment, Luo Fengtang's body suddenly rose into the air, and a piece of thatch, shaped like a large embroidery needle used to sew quilts at home, almost brushed against the belt on his lower back.

It just fit into the trunk of the big tree behind him.

Luo Fengtang was shocked when he saw the almost bottomless thatch stabbing into the tree.

How much internal force is needed to urge this weak thatch to pierce the hard tree body?

"Since you are an expert, why don't you show up? Hiding in secret and attacking me is really inconsistent with your martial arts skills!" Luo Fengtang frowned and said loudly.

Still no one showed up, but the same voice sounded from the east, west, north, and south at the same time.

"Hahaha, you can detect my arrival and successfully dodge my magic needle. You can't count such people in the world with just one slap." The voice said.

Hearing this voice, Luo Fengtang judged that he was at least fifty years old.

And judging from the way this person speaks, this person comes from Jianghu.

The sound can be heard from all directions, indicating that it is driven by internal force, and it must be some weird martial arts in the world.

"You call yourself a Jianghu person. Are all Jianghu people as cowardly as you, hiding in the dark and making sneak attacks, speaking mysteriously, and not daring to reveal their true identity?"
Chapter completed!