Chapter 370: Opening of the Festival
I remember that I have heard the name Liu Youqi several times.
I just don’t know why every time I hear this name, this person seems to have disappeared from the world.
I didn’t buy much good food on the way back. In the evening, Mo Jingchun and a dozen or so people like Guangdong could only make do with a hot pot meal.
In addition, neither Mo Jingchun nor Guangdong like spicy food, so the hot pot was bland and tasteless.
If they hadn't been hungry in the middle of the night after not eating, they really wouldn't want to eat.
"Where's the tripe? Where's the tripe? Get off the pot quickly."
Everyone looked at the captain with disdain and said they would eat some, but they ate more than anyone else. .
Fortunately, I bought a lot of things, otherwise no one else would be able to taste them.
“Here.” Candy pointed to the tripe not far away with a smile.
In other words, the little guy is still innocent and has not entered the society.
Otherwise, you will definitely roll your eyes.
After the tripe was cooked in the pot, Mo Jingchun immediately took a few slices and gave half to the little guy.
The next second, more than a dozen people stood up, picked up serving chopsticks and fought frantically.
The little guy also watched this scene with relish.
Hot pot is delicious when there are many people rushing to eat it.
Otherwise, after a few bites, you will lose your appetite and won’t be able to eat anymore.
As the last light went out, the surrounding area of Mo Jingchun's house instantly fell into darkness, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.
The fog was so thick that not even the moon could see any light, let alone the stars in the sky.
This kind of weather is also good, very suitable for worshiping ancestors.
Fireworks and firecrackers can easily cause fires if you are not careful, but this drizzle weather is different. As long as people do not deliberately set fire to the mountains, the probability of causing a fire is almost zero.
Even if a fire is caused, the rain-soaked forest is not likely to support combustion, and everyone has enough time to put out the source of the fire.
At seven o'clock, Zero woke up Mo Jingchun and Candy, who were still dreaming just now.
Mo Jingchun, who was rubbing his eyes, turned his head and saw Candy, who had already opened his eyes, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his right hand.
When their eyes met, the atmosphere instantly became quiet.
“I dreamed about delicious food.”
“Nope.”
“You must have dreamed about delicious food.”
“Nope… nope. ..."
"You really dreamed of delicious food."
"Okay~ I was eating corn roast just now...Zero woke up Guo'er."
Corn roast is not in the county, but in my hometown. Where can I buy corn for you.
This season, it’s almost enough to go to the grain station to buy corn seeds.
"Don't think about it. I'll go down in two days and buy it for you. There's no corn in my hometown."
"Okay, okay."
Mo Jingchun rolled his eyes at the little guy. He didn't know if he was influenced by steamed buns and gradually became a snack.
Of course, Mo Jingchun will definitely not tell the little guy that he also had a sweet dream last night, dreaming of eating hairy crabs.
Just as he was about to eat, the already cooked hairy crab came to life again, waving two big tongs and swooping towards him from the dining table.
At this critical moment, Zero woke him up.
“Come on, get up.”
"We have to go to the festival in a while."
After a good sleep, the little guy was full of energy again. He crawled out of the bed and dressed himself skillfully.
"Boss, you're up."
"The porridge has been cooked and is in the pot."
When I opened the lid, I saw a big pot of porridge.
"Feiyan, tell them to eat first. Two bowls are more than enough for me and Candy."
I don't usually work, so I eat too much.
The opening time of the festival was half past eight, and at seven fifty, Mo Jingchun set off with candies.
The festival is a bit far away, only ten minutes’ drive away.
When I passed by the uncle’s house, the door of the uncle’s house was locked.
"So early?" Mo Jingchun murmured to himself.
The uncle must have gone to the place where the festival was held, and the aunt and others should have gone to help cook.
"Let's go directly to the place I said."
When Mo Jingchun led his sister out of the car, a group of people gathered around him, and Mo Jingchun could only Greeting everyone with a smile on his face.
Seeing the uncle and the others discussing something in the distance, Mo Jingchun’s eyes lit up and he said:
"I'll go over there."
"Uncle."
Mo Changyou looked at Mo Jingchun, nodded and said:
"Here we come."
“Did you bring all the fireworks and stuff?”
Mo Jingchun smiled and replied: "That's for sure, I won't forget it."
"Take it up first, it will be difficult to take it when there are more people."
"Okay."
Put the fireworks in the trunk, and Wild Wolf and others have already moved them out.
The so-called happy firecrackers refer to these fireworks.
Whenever there is a happy event in the family, they will buy more fireworks and firecrackers when worshiping their ancestors to celebrate the occasion.
I also hope that my ancestors will continue to bless me.
Holding a firework, Mo Jingchun walked in front and led the way.
He has been to this place more than a dozen times since he was a child, and he is quite familiar with it.
The little guy doesn’t want to play with his uncle, so he follows him very closely.
On the mountain trail, the little guy walked at the front, looking back at his brother from time to time.
"Go to the left, see those people over there, that's where it is."
The little guy turned his head and looked towards where his brother said.
It was a bamboo forest, and bamboos of varying sizes covered the entire bamboo garden.
Only in the middle of the bamboo garden, there are no bamboos. At this time, there are many people standing there and they don’t know what they are talking about.
The road was fairly smooth, so the little guy didn't encounter any difficulties walking in front.
“Hoo~”
When we arrived at the place, the little guy quickly made way for his brother to come up.
"Xiaochun is here?"
"My dear, I bought so many fireworks."
"The big boss is different."
Mo Jingchun smiled, replied: "General, general, mixed meals."
The Mo family moved from elsewhere to the cemetery of the first generation ancestor here.
Growing up, every time when worshiping ancestors, the older generation would say that this is a treasure land.
A lawsuit was filed over this piece of land.
Mo Jingchun held her sister's hand and looked around with curiosity in her eyes.
It is strange to say that the entire large bamboo garden, which happens to be more than 30 square meters, has never grown bamboo, not even bamboo shoots.
The key is that no medicine or anything was sprayed on this place, and grass grows normally on the grave.
I once heard from the uncle that this place was not like this before. It only became like this after the ancestor of the Yi clan entered the well.
Tell me what happened.
Around half past eight, everyone arrived, and the bamboo forest was pitch black and filled with people.
Those who repair the graves repair the graves, and those who burn paper burn paper.
As the drums sounded, people kept knelt down and kowtowed.
The big guy even whispered in his mouth.
“Bless my family to be safe and sound. My children will perform exceptionally well in the college entrance examination this year and get good grades.”
"Bless..."
Mo Jingchun, who was standing aside, covered his sister's ears and did not rush forward to kneel down.
The uncle and the others are standing aside, not in a hurry. (End of this chapter)