The group of people drove the mule cart directly outside the forest where Old Mrs. Sun was buried. When they arrived, everyone who had been chatting and laughing along the way suddenly became solemn.

The young wives were each busy waking up their children, holding them, holding them, and taking them out of the car.

The men began to put their things down from the carriage, put them on their shoulders, put them under their armpits, carried them in their hands, and headed into the woods.

Old Sun was leading the way ahead, holding a sickle in his hand to separate the thorns blocking the road and the thorny branches and vines stretching into the middle of the road, leading the younger generations forward step by step, directly to the Sun family's ancestral graveyard.

Luo Baobao took Yang Ruoqing's arm and followed the crowd deeper into the forest. When the two mothers arrived, no one spoke.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what this girl was thinking, she only knew that she had mixed emotions at the moment.

The children are still young now, and together with their young parents and grandparents who are still very mobile, they go up the mountain to worship and burn incense for their ancestors on special festivals every year.

In the hearts of the children, they have never met or had any memory of their ancestors who were hidden under the thick loess.

They just followed the adults and watched them line up bowls of offerings in front of the graves, light incense candles, burn papyrus, and set off firecrackers. They smelled the smell of incense ash in their noses and listened to the adults in their ears.

In front of the grave, I recalled some events in the life of the ancestor lying in the grave, and then imagined those scenes in my mind...

At that time, I was still a child who had not grown up, and the sky above my head was supported by my parents.

Even if you know that the ancestor lying in the tomb has the same blood as you, even if you see your parents looking sadly at the tombstone, and your grandparents crying while burning incense paper, you are innocent and have not been

This sad emotion is contagious.

Because as far as you are concerned, your relatives are all around you, and there are not many of them. The sky is so high and blue, and the wind in the forest is so soft. When you go home after burning incense, the food at home will still be as delicious as before.

It's still growing and everything is just right.

However, as time passes, you grow older, start a family, and become the father or mother of several children.

Your parents are old, and the people lying in the grave have long been your grandparents, or even your parents. One day you take your children up the mountain to sweep the tomb, and when you touch the tombstone to remember your deceased

Dear, when you watch your children breaking off pine branches and playing around, and listening to them curiously asking this and that, do you think of you at that time?

Oh, life is so simple, just like crops in the field, one crop after another.

The old people gradually go away, and new life is reborn. Growth and death coexist. Generations are reincarnated, repeating the path taken by their elders. You are my past, and I will be your destination.

"Mom, Grandma Ga is calling us to come over and kowtow."

Baby Luo's voice came to his ears, and his arms were gently shaken.

Yang Ruoqing found that she was distracted. She raised her head and saw Mrs. Sun waving to her over there.

Sun's eyes were red, it was obvious that she had cried just now.

The person lying in this tomb is Sun's mother. In the same grave, the feelings for Sun and the eldest Sun must be different from other people's feelings.

In the future, if the Sun family is lying in the grave after a hundred years of reunion, then I...

Yang Ruoqing in the back didn't dare to think about it. Whenever she thought about it, her nose would become sore and tears would fall out.

Even if I am eighty or ninety years old, I still hope that my parents will be alive.

Being able to have parents to call you when you are gray-haired is a happiness that countless people can only dream of.

"Hey, here we come."

Yang Ruoqing quickly collected herself and brought Luo Baobao to Sun's side.

The women and children stood in two rows, all looking at Lao Suntou and Xiao Jie's father who were carefully placing offerings on the bluestone platform in front of the tomb.

At this moment, the atmosphere is somewhat solemn, with a touch of sadness and reminiscence flowing in the air.

The children had all been warned by their mothers before, and due to the change in the atmosphere at this moment, even the naughtiest little Shunzi lay obediently in Huang Mao's arms, looking around with a pair of big curious eyes.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on the offerings in front of Lao Suntou and Da Sun.

How rich!

The offerings were almost like a Manchu and Han banquet.

In addition to the common chicken, duck, fish, white rice balls, and large pieces of pork belly, Sun and Da Sun also made many other dishes.

Steamed pork ribs, braised chicken feet, sauced duck neck, minced pepper fish head, stir-fried prawns, chicken and goose intestines, beef liver, glutinous rice balls, rice flour cake, sweet potato flour, corn, peanuts, red beans and mung beans, eight-treasure rice, cloud cake, fried

Sweet dumplings, red dates and longans...

Even a full banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties would probably not be as good as this feast of offerings.

The bluestone platform in front of the tomb was built when the tomb was originally buried. It is about ten square meters in size. It is considered a very spacious and high-end tomb in this area. It is almost filled with offerings now.

Even if the person lying in the tomb is the empress of the Southern Dynasties, she probably has never enjoyed so many offerings, right?

Yang Ruoqing finally understood why a mule cart was used to load things before. There were only so many offerings. In addition, there were also paper houses built for Ga Po, paper boats, paper sedans, four sedan bearers, and

There are two maids, and then there is a lot of paper money...

They must have all heard her dream, and they all felt that the things burned here for the elderly would definitely be received and put to use, so they had the pile in front of them that was as heavy as a hill.

thing……

"Mom, can I really receive these things?"

Luo Baobao whispered in Yang Ruoqing's ear.

Yang Ruoqing glanced sideways at her suspicious gaze, smiled faintly, and said, "I can't give you a definite answer, but I believe that sincerity will lead to success."

Luo Baobao seemed to understand, but didn't ask any more questions.

Everyone burned all the things they had brought in front of Mrs. Sun's grave. The old sisters, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun, hugged Mrs. Sun's tombstone on the left and right and cried.

"Mother, mother, mother, mother~"

Others turned their faces away, wiped away tears, and sobbed.

When Mrs. Sun cried, everyone didn't think it was a big deal, because Mrs. Sun is usually a weak-tempered person.

But it was surprising that Mrs. Sun was crying loudly, because it was different from her usual personality.

But it was precisely because of the contrast that the people around him were even more shocked and moved.

Even men like Lao Suntou and Yang Huazhong had red eyes.
Chapter completed!