Chapter 8310 Burning Incense


Chapter 8310 Burning Incense

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 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.

Lao Suntou opened the way in front, holding a sickle in his hand, separating the thorns blocking the road and the thorny branches and vines extending into the middle of the road, leading the younger generations forward step by step, directly to the Sun family Ancestral burial ground.

Luo Baobao took Yang Ruoqing's arm and followed the crowd deeper into the forest. When the two women 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 have any memory of their ancestors who were hidden under the thick loess.

They just followed the adults, watching them line up bowls of offerings in front of the graves, light incense candles, burn papyrus, and set off firecrackers, smelling the smell of incense ash in their noses. I listened to the adults reminiscing about the life of the ancestor lying in the grave in front of 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, but You are naive and are not infected by this sad emotion.

Because for you, your relatives are all around you, not a few of them, the sky is so high, so blue, the wind in the forest is so soft, and when you go home after burning incense, the food at home will be It still smells so good, the days are still long, and everything is just right.

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

When 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 visit the tomb, and when you touch The tombstone commemorates your deceased relatives. When you watch your children breaking off pine branches and playing around, listening to their curious questions, do you think of yourself at that time?

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

The old people gradually go away, new life is born again, growth and death coexist, each generation is reincarnated, repeating the path taken by the elders, you are my past, and I will be you destination.

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

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

Yang Ruoqing found that she was distracted. She raised her head and saw 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 tomb, the feelings for Sun and the eldest Sun must be different from other people’s feelings.

In the future, if Sun is lying in the grave after a hundred years, then he...

Yang Ruoqing in the back does not dare to think about it. As long as she thinks about it, her nose will become sour and tears will 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 is beyond the reach of countless people.

"Hey, here we come."

Yang Ruoqing quickly collected herself and brought Baby Luo 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 was 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 this time, 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.

It’s so rich!

This offering is almost like a Manchu and Han banquet.

Not only are there the common chicken, duck, fish, white rice balls, and large pieces of pork belly, but Sun and Da Sun also specialize in many other dishes.

Steamed spareribs, braised chicken feet, sauced duck neck, minced pepper fish head, stir-fried prawns, chicken offal, goose intestines, beef liver, glutinous rice balls, rice flour cake, sweet potato flour pimples, corn, peanuts, red beans and mung beans, eight-treasure rice, cloud cakes, fried Sweet dumplings, red dates and longan...

Even the Manchu-Han banquet is probably not 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 already very open and classy in this tomb. It is almost filled with offerings now. Full.

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. There were so many offerings. In addition, there were paper houses, paper boats, and paper sedans built for Ga Po. Four bearers, two maids, and then 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. Things...

"Mom, can Grandma really receive these things?"

Baby Luo asked in a low voice 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."

Baobao Luo seemed to I didn’t understand, but I didn’t ask again.

Everyone burned all the things they 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.

Everyone said, ‘Mother, mother, mother~’

Hearing other people turn their faces, wiping tears and sobbing.

Everyone didn’t think it was a big deal when Mrs. Sun cried, because Mrs. Sun usually has a weak temperament.

But it was surprising that Mrs. Sun was crying, 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.

Old Sun squatted with his head at the end of Mrs. Sun's grave, which was in the direction of Mrs. Sun's feet. The old man took a few puffs of dry cigarette and said a few words to his wife in the grave.

(End of this chapter)

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