At the New Year's Eve dinner, maybe on a whim, I would touch the wine cup with my wife and say a few heart-warming words.

"My dear mother, you have worked hard to take care of this family this year!"

When the women heard this sentence, they would feel a little uncomfortable on their faces, and they would respond vaguely, and they would feel warm in their hearts when they turned their heads to sip their wine.

No matter how harsh the parents-in-law are, they will shut up tonight and stop blaming their daughter-in-law.

So tonight, in addition to the smell of the New Year floating in the air, there is also something that is invisible and intangible but really exists. What should I call it?

Let’s call it ‘ritual sense’ for now!

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Not only do we have to burn incense for the ancestors of the Luo family, but we also have to pay homage to Mu Zichuan’s parents.

The New Year gifts and letters brought back by Muzichuan were entrusted to Daan together with the luggage.

Even if he didn't write to her with this request, she would not forget to pay homage to her godfather and godmother.

Not only during this New Year's Day, but also during Qingming Festival and Hungry Ghost Festival, Yang Ruoqing never fell behind once.

At this moment, squatting in front of her godmother's grave, Yang Ruoqing placed the offerings one by one and murmured to herself.

Luo Baobao stood at the edge with a solemn look on his face.

Although she couldn't hear clearly what her mother was saying, she could probably guess that her mother must be talking to Gangapo about the uncle of the Mu family.

Nine times out of ten, they report good news but not bad news. They say that Uncle Mu’s family is good at everything and ask Ganga Po not to worry about it...

Luo Baobao raised his head and looked north, but is Mu's uncle really okay with everything?

Sometimes I overheard Granny Ga and Granny Wugu chatting, and when they talked about Uncle Mu, everyone lamented his stubbornness and felt sorry that he was still alone in his thirties...

What Mom said to Ganga Po should be regarded as a white lie, right?

"Okay, baby, come here and kowtow to your grandma."

After Yang Ruoqing muttered for a while, she turned to greet Luo Baobao.

"Hey, here we come."

Baby Luo came to the grave, knelt obediently on the straw pile, bent down and kowtowed three times to Mother Zichuan reverently before getting up.

Yang Ruoqing felt a sense of emotion in her heart when she saw Luo Baobao's decent appearance.

In a lifetime, if you make one wrong move, the outcome may be very different.

If Mu Zichuan and Fat Ya had gotten married back then, the girl kneeling in front of the grave now would be the truly blood-related granddaughter of the Mu family.

Life cannot be reversed.

Even if she goes retrograde, I believe she will still be with Luo Fengtang in various ways, because this is fate.

She is also happy with this fateful arrangement.

After worshiping several places where incense should be burned, the snowflakes in the sky became bigger and bigger, and it was time to return to the village.

On the way, I met Lao Yang's family, which was a huge group.

"Hey, it's snowing, and you little cubs have come out too?"

Yang Ruoqing could see at a glance that there were several young figures among the old and young men of the old Yang family, weren't they the ones like Hong'er Feng'er Tiedan?

Zhen'er and the third son of Yang Yongjin's family are too young, only over two years old. According to the saying in this area, they cannot be brought to these places until they are six years old.

Yang Huaming smiled and joked: "They just like novelty. Not to mention it's snowing, they have to hold a knife against a chopping board!"

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, wasn't it? A few boys didn't even wear hats, they just walked around in the woods with their heads bare, they were so fierce!

In comparison, Feng'er is more gentle. After all, he is Da'an's son, and his actions and actions will definitely have some traces of Da'an.

But no matter how much we are influenced by our ears and eyes, we can't cover up the playful nature of children. No, with Tiedan, Honger and the others chasing after each other, the snowflakes all over the sky seemed to be infected by the children's laughter, and they fell harder and harder.

of urgency.

"We can't stay here any longer, we have to get down the mountain quickly."

Yang Huazhong said hello, and everyone quickly picked up the pace.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi also scolded their sons, telling them to walk well.

Yang Ruoqing took off the bamboo hat on her head and put it on Feng'er's head.

"Auntie, I'm not afraid of the cold..."

"It's not about whether it's cold or not, but snowflakes falling into your hair will breed lice. You don't want to drop lice on the table while you're writing, right?"

Feng'er was immediately frightened and she wore it obediently.

Seeing this, Da'an said: "Sister, you gave him the bamboo hat, what will you do yourself?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, lifted the hood of her cloak and put it on her head: "Here, we're here later."

Daan nodded and smiled. The snowflakes were not so heavy when they went out earlier, so they went up the mountain without taking precautions.

Fortunately, my sister is smart.

As for himself, he is not afraid. As a man, he will be fine if he is showered with snowflakes.

"Why don't you see Xiao An? Haven't you come back yet?" Yang Ruoqing looked around, and there was still no sign of Xiao An among the old and young men.

"I haven't gotten home yet. When I was having dinner in the morning, my mother put down her chopsticks before taking a few bites..."

When the two siblings were walking down the mountain side by side, Daan whispered.

Yang Ruoqing also frowned slightly.

"That shouldn't be the case. When he went to Qing'an County, he promised that he would come back to spend the New Year with his parents. Even if he really wanted to break his promise, he would have to fly a homing pigeon back to say so."

"Could it be that the homing pigeon was shot down and roasted while it was flying?"

Yang Ruoqing felt that her guess was very possible.

Daan was also full of questions and couldn't figure out why Xiaoan hadn't come back yet.

"Wait a little longer, there are still a few hours until the New Year's Eve dinner, maybe... maybe we have already arrived in Wanghai County..."

The siblings could only guess that Yang Ruoqing planned to go to her parents' house to see the Sun family after returning to the village later.

I would like to enlighten her a few words by the way, well... even if Xiaoan really can't come back for the New Year's Eve dinner, it doesn't matter. It's the same reunion when she comes back in the first month!

If Mrs. Sun still couldn't accept it, Yang Ruoqing used her own situation as an analogy.

Her husband and two sons couldn't come back for the Chinese New Year, so what else could she do if she didn't have to hold on?

In comparison, Mrs. Sun is already happy enough. Her son, daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter are all around her, as well as her daughter and granddaughter. By the way, her husband Yang Huazhong is also by her side. The circle has been reunited to 90%.

With such a small arc, what else is there to be depressed about?

She, Yang Ruoqing, is missing by more than half!

So happiness comes from comparison.

Halfway up the mountain, I met many other people from the village who came up the mountain to burn incense. We all walked together and started to wish each other good luck halfway.

When we reached the bridge at the foot of the mountain, we met another group of people going up the mountain to burn incense.

They were the Jiawang brothers, plus several sons from each family.

Seeing that Yang Huazhong and the others were once cousins, and on a special day like the Chinese New Year, Jiawang's two brothers still stopped to chat with Yang Huazhong and the others.

Jiawang was also embarrassed not to speak. If he didn't speak, he would appear to be extra stingy. It's just a matter of women arguing, right?

So Jiawang pretended that nothing happened and greeted Yang Huazhong and the others.

When the elders talk together, the younger generations naturally greet each other politely.

At this time, Laixi hid behind his third brother and did not show his face.
Chapter completed!