Chapter 10458
Nor do you lie to others.
Therefore, Yang Yongjin only asked the old man if he needed help, but did not ask about helping him carry the basket.
Old Yang waved his hand: "I'll go by myself."
The grandfather and grandson walked into the depths of the forest, stumbling all the way to a lonely new grave.
Old Yangtou looked around, seeing towering trees, as if there was no end in sight.
All kinds of dead vines are entangled, and the leaves cover the sky. It is clear that the spring is bright outside, but in this forest, the sun does not shine in all year round. Even though it is almost noon now, the sun is almost overhead. However, the humidity in this dense forest is thick, and wisps of mist like blue smoke are entangled in the forest. Even the leaves and weeds under the feet are still condensed with dew. The footsteps of the three of them seem to be in this place. It was so quiet that when it rang out in the isolated forest, it was particularly obvious.
"Let's burn the things quickly, and get out as soon as possible. I'm so scared here!"
After arriving at the destination, Yang Yongqing squatted beside Yang Yongqing's grave and looked around.
Far and near, in addition to those strange-shaped trees, there are also uneven tombs.
Since this forest has become a cemeteries transfer station for abnormal deaths agreed upon by eight villages in ten miles, all the tombs here are simple and have no tombstones.
There are raised earth bumps one after another, and each household has marked them in a familiar way to distinguish them.
Some graves were dug up and moved, but rotten coffin covers and other things were left lying in the pits.
Some graves were washed away by rain and half collapsed, exposing a corner of the coffin...
Some graves have been dug up by wild beasts in the mountains, and they even use them as their own caves...
After Yang Yongqing looked around, he felt his scalp was numb. He looked away, shrank his neck, and urged Lao Yangtou and Yang Yongjin.
Third brother is busy at the Taoist temple today and cannot come to Qingming Festival.
If I had known earlier, I should have begged Third Uncle, Fifth Uncle Xiaoan and the others to let them accompany me for a trip. This place is full of people...
"After burning the things, it's natural to leave. Why are you urging me? It's outrageous!"
After Old Yang glared at Yang Yongqing, he bent down and placed the heavy basket he had carried all the way in front of Yang Yongxian's grave.
Then the old man leaned over and touched the loess on Yang Yongxian's grave, holding it in his hand. The dirt slipped from the gaps between his fingers and fell to his feet.
Old Yangtou sighed softly and said: "Yongxian, my eldest grandson, this Qingming Festival is your first festival since you went there."
"My father and your two younger brothers came to see you. There were many things going on at Yongzhi Taoist Temple, so they didn't come over."
"My nieces and nephews are still young. The roads here are rough and difficult to walk, so I didn't bring them here. Please be more patient..."
Old Yangtou looked at the grave in front of him, his gaze seemed to have penetrating power, able to penetrate the thick loess and the coffin inside, as if he was looking directly into a conversation with a lively Yang Yongxian.
Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing didn't say anything. The two brothers squatted aside and silently took out the offerings they brought and placed them in front of the grave.
The offerings prepared by both families are similar.
The bowl contained large pieces of meat, rice balls, candied dates, rice cakes, fruits, and a brand of soju.
This kind of offering is a relatively rich one.
Many people in the village are living in tight conditions, and they can't bear to part with this large piece of meat. When they are exhausted, they put two pieces of fat meat skin as thin as Zen-like to suit the occasion and that's it.
Because you can't take those pieces of fat meat home after you're done, it's unlucky.
Only Yang Yongjin and the others would prepare offerings in this way.
However, when the two brothers saw Lao Yangtou uncovering the black cloth covering the basket and taking out the items in the basket one by one, the two brothers were dumbfounded!
A heaping bowl of white rice.
A bowl of braised pork, some lean and some fat, and even ribs and potatoes in it.
A whole braised crucian carp!
A large plate, with a whole chicken on it, steamed, with head and feet, very complete.
In addition to these, there is also a jug of wine.
"Am I right? Are you sure you are visiting a grave and not having a picnic?"
Yang Yongqing rubbed his eyes and couldn't help but ask Yang Yongjin beside him.
Yang Yongjin was also stunned.
“Most people’s New Year’s Eve dinners can’t be as sumptuous as this!”
The conversation between the two brothers came to an abrupt end when they saw Lao Yangtou take out another handful of incense from under the basket. After cutting two pieces of paper, he also took out a basic book, paper, and a writing brush.
"Master, what are you doing?" Yang Yongqing couldn't help but said, "These papers, pens and books are also going to be burned to my elder brother?"
Old Yangtou squatted there, carefully placing the things he brought in front of the grave, and hummed.
"Yes, your eldest brother is a scholar. He left in such a hurry that he didn't even take away the four treasures of the study."
"These papers, pens and books were his favorites during his lifetime. Let's burn them for him!"
Yang Yongqing's eyes were as wide as bells. He had never seen such an offering!
"But the problem is, the inkstone can't be burned!"
Paper and pen will do, but an inkstone is ridiculous!
"If you can't burn it, put it here. He can get it." Old Yang said in a serious tone.
Yang Yongjin looked at the things in front of him and couldn't help but said: "Master, your arrogance is too big. I'm worried that these chickens, ducks, fish, etc. will attract the wild beasts from the nearby woods."
"It won't be good if one arch and two arches open the tomb..."
Old Yang looked around with hesitation on his face. It was obvious that Yang Yongjin's concerns had reached the old man's heart.
Only then did he realize that he had not thought carefully enough. However, he had brought everything here and he could not take it back.
"It's not a big problem, especially today there are firecrackers all over the mountains and plains. The wild animals in the area are so scared that they hide in the deep mountains and old forests."
Old Yangtou picked up the toilet paper and lit it.
Add incense to the rice.
He was mumbling and talking to the grave in front of him.
"Yongxian, raw rice has become cooked rice. Now that you are over there, you can rest peacefully and wait for reincarnation."
"If you haven't reincarnated yet, go find your father, your second uncle, and the others. At least we can all work together to take care of you."
"If there's anything missing over there, just give Grandma a dream and we'll burn it for you."
"Don't worry about your mother and Zhen'er. Your brothers will respect your mother."
"And Zhen'er, Zhang Youfu is an honest man and treats Zhen'er as his own child. I still want to be fair on this point. Zhang Youfu is a good stepfather..."
"..."
"Your grandma and I are not as good as before. Maybe it won't be long before our grandpa and grandson will be reunited there..."
"..."
Brothers Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing squatted together, each holding a small branch in their hands and fiddling with the fire in front of them.
(End of chapter)
