"Third brother, where did our dad sing this song? He asked Master Jin to come over and move our eldest brother's grave while we were not at home? This means he doesn't regard us as his family at all!" Yang Huaming came up behind Yang Huazhong and said,

He said in a low voice and angrily.

Yang Huazhong frowned and said nothing.

Yang Yongzhi said helplessly: "Fourth uncle, what I moved was my father's grave, but my second brother and I were not at home, so he just moved it like this. It was really neat!"

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, it was really true, "What kind of medicine is in this old man's gourd? Why can't I understand it?"

Yang Huazhong said: "Forget it, he has his own plan, maybe he is impatient. Since the eldest brother has already moved his grave, let's not talk about it. We will bring some things to pay homage to the eldest brother's new grave tomorrow morning.

Down."

Yang Huaming curled his lips: "I don't even know where my brother's new grave was moved by the old man!"

Yang Yongzhi said: "Fourth uncle, when we return to the village, I will go and inquire with my father. If my father is angry and refuses to tell me, I will ask my eldest brother. He is at home now."

…

The remains of Little Peanut's mother were finally buried in the new grave smoothly. A major event in Little Peanut's heart was finally completed, and she felt a little relieved.

Especially when she saw Da'an kneeling in front of her deceased mother's grave, kowtowing to her, and promising to be good to her for the rest of her life, Xiaohua's eyes were moist, and she was so moved.

After setting everything up, Yang Huazhong invited everyone to his house for dinner and drinks.

At home, Sun, Yang Ruoqing and other female relatives have already prepared rich food and wine to entertain everyone.

At the dinner table, Daan picked up the wine cup and toasted to the people who had been helping enthusiastically these past few days.

He was a heavy drinker, so he could only take a small sip when toasting. Everyone also knew that Daan could not drink. He almost lost his life due to stomach bleeding due to excessive drinking a few years ago.

At this moment, everyone was flattered that the No. 1 Scholar could toast like this, and everyone could feel Da'an's sincere gratitude.

Everyone was very considerate of Da'an and asked him to salute him in a circle. After one round, they asked him not to salute him anymore, and then Yang Huaming picked up the wine jar.

"My nephew, a scholar, is not good at drinking. Let me, my fourth uncle, do the rest for you. Come on, Brother Chang Gen, I'll give you the full cup. Let's go for a round first!"

After the meal, the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves, and everyone returned home happily.

At night, after sleeping until midnight, Xiaohua suddenly woke up and sat up.

"What's wrong? Why are you sitting up?" Daan opened his eyes immediately and asked with concern.

Xiaohua hugged the quilt and sat there panting.

Daan quickly sat up and raised his hand to gently hold Xiaohua's shoulders: "What's going on? Are you having a nightmare? Tell me."

Xiaohua turned to look at Daan, "Brother Daan, I just dreamed about my mother."

"It's normal. You have thoughts every day and dreams every night." Da'an said softly.

Xiaohua shook her head: "Maybe, but I feel like my mother is showing her spirit and entrusting her to me in a dream."

"Oh?" Daan's sleepiness faded a little, "Then what did you dream about your mother-in-law? Do you still remember?"

Xiaohua nodded and told Daan about her dream:

"I dreamed that I didn't know why, but I walked to the door of a stranger's house. It was a courtyard, a small farmhouse like ours."

"Outside the courtyard is a half-person-high stone wall with several trees planted inside. In front is a row of five large tile-roofed houses, which are spacious and bright."

"There is a stove and firewood shed next to it. The yard is clean and there are a few chickens and ducks."

"My mother is sitting at the door of the hall, holding a small shoe in her hand. She is wearing neat and new clothes, and her hair is combed perfectly."

"My mother was very happy when she saw me coming in. She quickly came over and held my hand to talk to me."

"I was in the dream and didn't seem to remember that she was dead. I asked her where she was, and she said she lives here now."

"I asked her again who she was making shoes for, and she said she was making them for Feng'er."

"She also said a lot of things to me. I don't remember much about her. I just remember her praising me for being so attractive and so on."

"Later I told her that since this house is so easy to live in, I won't leave. I will stay and live with you, my mother."

"She used to be nice to me, but when she heard what I said, her face suddenly changed. She even scolded me and told me to get out. She said that this place was not for me to live in. I was pushed out of the yard by her to wake me up.

of……"

Xiaohua finished talking about the dream just now in one breath. She was panting and put her hands on her chest. The feeling of being pushed was so clear and real.

Daan was also surprised by her bizarre dream.

He gently stroked Xiaohua's back, "Maybe I have been thinking about it day and night, and my mother-in-law has just been buried today, so it is only human nature that you dreamed about it."

Xiaohua grabbed Daan's sleeve and raised her head to look at him: "Brother Daan, do you think it's possible that my mother moved the cemetery? She was very happy, so she entrusted it to me in her dream?"

Da'an thought for a moment and nodded lightly: "You are silent about the strange power and chaos, but there are thousands of things in this world that are magical and mysterious. Maybe my mother-in-law has sensed it secretly, and she is connected with you as mother and daughter."

, so you can also get a glimpse of it through dreams."

"If that's true, then we'll feel at ease, right?" Da'an asked again.

Xiaohua nodded repeatedly: "My mother is having a better life down there. She has a spacious house and a large courtyard, and I feel at ease."

Daan hugged Xiao Hua into his arms and said, "Don't worry, we will all burn incense and worship her during the New Year and festivals. The incense will continue to burn, so that she will have no worries about food and clothing there."

Xiaohua was moved to tears.

Mom, my daughter is being cared for now, she is living a good life, and you can rest in peace...

It was night in the backyard of Lao Yang's old house. Although it was almost midnight, there was still a light on in the east room.

Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan didn't even sleep.

Not only did they not sleep, Yang Yongxian and Liao Meiying were also in the east room.

"Yongxian, come here, use this needle to prick your and Mei Ying's fingers, drop the blood into this bowl of grave soil, and I will deliver it to your father's grave tomorrow."

Yang Yongxian nodded, took the silver needle, and Liao Meiying did as Old Yangtou said.

After finishing all this, Old Yang raised his hand and pressed heavily on Yang Yongxian's shoulder: "Yongxian, my grandma has taken out all the coffin books to help you this time. You have to study hard and don't let me and you down."

What expectations I have for you!"

Yang Yongxian raised his hands and bowed deeply to Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan three times with a solemn look on his face.
Chapter completed!