Blacksmith Luo took off the dry tobacco stick hanging from his waist, sat on a stone nearby and smoked, blew out a few puffs of smoke rings, looked at the sky, and at his children and grandchildren pulling weeds over there, talking to himself.

He said: "Second brother, you left early. If you could live to this moment, you would be happy to see a grand family and a big family under our feet!"

"Back then, it was you who brought Tangyazi back and brought hope to our old Luo family."

"You are under the Nine Springs, and you have to keep our children and grandchildren safe and sound. If you are lacking anything over there, just give me a dream, and I will burn it for you!"

"If you feel lonely and want a wife, don't be shy. Let me dream of you, and I will get you a fat wife."

"Don't count on two. There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, especially two tigresses."

"We, the men of the old Luo family, want to stay together forever. If we marry someone, we must go to great lengths to be good to him!"

"Oh, by the way, your sister Da'e is pretty good there. Let's not talk about Zhou Xia. That girl is heartless. Fortunately, your nephew Zhou Wang is sensible and filial."

"If you have a heart, you can also bless Zhou Wang and the others..."

"Brother, what are you talking about, grandpa?" Luo Baobao touched Chen'er's arm, lowered his voice, and asked curiously.

Chen'er raised his head and glanced at Blacksmith Luo, then looked away.

"The eldest grandpa is talking to the second grandpa who is lying in the grave, and he is talking to his heartfelt words." He whispered.

"Ah?" Luo Baobao opened her eyes even more in surprise. She couldn't help but look at the grave.

"Brother, can second grandpa hear me?" she asked again.

Chen'er really couldn't answer this question.

"This... I don't know, I should be able to hear it!" Chen'er said.

"Then can I hear it or not?" Luo Baobao's stubborn temper of asking the question came back again.

Yang Ruoqing said softly: "As long as you are sincere, you will definitely be heard."

"Seriously?" Luo Baobao raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Seriously."

Luo Baobao said: "Then I also have something to say to Grandpa Second."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Just say it in your heart, Second Grandpa will definitely hear it."

Luo Baobao nodded happily, then closed his eyes, folded his dirty little hands on his chest after grabbing the soil, and said in his heart with a pious look.

Everyone was silent for a while in front of Luo Laoer's grave. At this time, the sound of firecrackers could be heard from all directions, far and near.

Apparently everyone is busy worshiping their ancestors.

"Grandpa, are you done yet?" Baby Luo raised his head and asked Blacksmith Luo.

A child's mind is always curious about one thing, but at that moment she starts to get bored again and wants to change places.

It's especially cold here and the mountain breeze is blowing.

Blacksmith Luo nodded, "Okay, let's go back. It's almost noon, and we'll be busy posting couplets when we get back!"

Everyone walked back and met people from Lao Yang's family on the way.

This year, as usual, it was Old Yang who led the team, followed by a large number of children and grandchildren of the Old Yang family.

The genes of Lao Yang's family are excellent, and the men are both tall and good-looking, especially Da'an, the handsome number one scholar, and Xiao'an, the handsome soldier.

And Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou are both beautiful uncles. It's really a good deal for the men of this family to walk together.

When everyone met, they naturally went down the mountain together. When they reached an open mountainside platform halfway, they met other villagers in the village.

Every time, everyone habitually rests here for a while, catches up on household chores, and the men gather together to smoke cigarettes.

And because today is Chinese New Year, when they meet each other, they are a bit more polite than usual.

At this time, the virtues of respecting the old, loving the young, and being courteous to each other were suddenly carried forward.

So sometimes Yang Ruoqing would be so bored that she couldn't help but imagine that if during such a festive festival, some poor person took the opportunity to come over and borrow money from everyone, I guess all these smiles and politeness would disappear immediately, right?

I'll give you a smile and a lot of meat, but if I really have to borrow money, it will hurt my feelings.

Haha, talking about love hurts feelings, talking about feelings hurts money, so no matter what time, people have to rely on themselves.

"Mom, I want to discuss something with you." Chen'er suddenly came next to Yang Ruoqing, her voice was not very loud.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised for a moment, and then she guessed that Chen'er probably wanted to talk about the time to return to the East China Sea, right?

"Son, whenever you want to return to Donghai, your parents will support you." She looked at Chen'er tenderly and said.

But Chen'er shook his head, "Mom, that's not what I want to say."

"What is that?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Chen'er lowered her eyelashes slightly, and then said: "What I want to say is about Uncle Zichuan."

"What's going on with your Uncle Zichuan?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Chen'er said: "I originally wanted to discuss it with my parents two days ago, but it was delayed due to some things."

"I would like to discuss with my parents whether we can invite Uncle Zichuan to come to our house for the New Year's Eve dinner. It's too deserted for him to be alone. The two servants at home won't be back until the fourth day of the first lunar month."

That's what it was for.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Chen'er and sighed in her heart that this child is so kind.

"Mom, is this okay?" Chen'er asked again.

Xu Shi saw that Yang Ruoqing didn't respond, which made Chen'er a little uneasy.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, looked at him lovingly, and praised: "My son is really a kind and considerate person. He is so heartwarming. If your uncle Zichuan hears these words, he will definitely be very pleased."

From Yang Ruoqing's voice, Chen'er captured some information.

His anxiety immediately dissipated, and his eyes brightened a bit.

"Mom, do you mean you agreed?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Mom is naturally happy. In fact, your father and I discussed this matter some time ago. Your father also told your uncle Zichuan privately about this. I hope he can come and join us this year.

My son is celebrating the Chinese New Year, but your uncle Zichuan declined our offer."

"Why?" Chen'er was a little confused.

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand to pull Chen'er, and pulled him to sit next to her. Then she reached out and gently put her hand on Chen'er's shoulder. Mother and son sat together affectionately.

"Your uncle Zichuan declined, which was actually what your father and I expected," she continued.

"Because there is a custom in Mianniu Mountain, even in the entire Wanghai County, or in the Daqi Kingdom."

"Your uncle Zichuan is in Dingyou, your hometown, to keep filial piety for your Ganga Po. Therefore, during the holidays, especially New Year's Eve, the family can't sit still."

"So he has to make a fire at home for the New Year's Eve dinner. However, after we have the New Year's Eve dinner, you and your sister will first go to your Grandpa, Grandma, Grandma Taiga from the Yang family and the Sun family.
Chapter completed!