Eldest daughter

Chapter 105
Day by day, Wang Yuan'er and her family's fermented bean curd business is getting better and better. There are more people ordering, and even some shopkeepers have sensed business opportunities, and they have come to buy goods and sell them through the streets and alleys. After all, this is a remote place. It's not convenient to go out to the town to buy something. There are plenty of people here to buy a pot or small pieces.

After the business was done, Wang Yuan'er and the others were also extremely busy, and they also had to take care of the business of spiced tea eggs and dried brine. They were busy almost all day long.When busy, there are not enough people, even Wang Chun'er and Xiaoyaomei Lan'er have to go to help, or wash, or light a fire or something.

Although they were busy, Wang Yuaner and the others felt happy when they saw more and more deposits, and they were full of energy. No matter how busy they were, they didn't feel tired anymore.

With this idea, the sisters helped each other and benefited each other, and lived their lives in an orderly manner.

In the blink of an eye, it was Ching Ming Festival, Wang Yuan'er told Wang Chun'er to look after the house, Qing'er looked after the business, and she herself went to the grocery store to buy sacrificial paper offerings and so on, preparing to pay homage to her parents.

Because of the cooperation, she and Zheng the shopkeeper of the grocery store got acquainted. When she saw that she wanted to buy offering sacrificial paper, she also offered a low price, which was also a friendly price.

On the day of Qingming, I told Mrs. Wang, the old man, Wang, and took them up the mountain to worship their parents.

Wang Da and Liang's family were buried on the low slope of Changle Mountain. This low slope is low in terrain, and it can be regarded as a place with good geomantic omen when going to Hebei Mountain. If the residents of Changle Town pass away, most of them are also buried here.

During the Qingming Festival, there was a lot of drizzle, and many people came to worship their ancestors. The sound of firecrackers was intermittent, and the smoke and rain and mist were intertwined, making it misty like an illusion.

Wang Yuaner and his sisters came to the grave of Mrs. Wang Daliang. The two tombs were side by side. It is not too long since Mrs. Liang died in April. It is very glaring, but weeds and branches have grown on the grave and the surrounding area, clearly telling the sisters that the relative is no longer there.

Wang Yuan'er wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, put the sacrifice in her hand aside, turned her head and told the younger ones: "Pull up all the weeds and branches first."

The sisters agreed, and this time they came to worship, they brought hoes and sickles, weeded and cut branches, and Wang Chun'er carried Xiaobao on his back, and was responsible for cleaning the tombstone.

After busying for half an hour, Wang Yuan'er finally tidied up the grave, Wang Yuan'er took out all the sacrifices, Qing'er and the others lit joss sticks, burned paper money, offered sacrifices, and offered fragrant wine.

The joss sticks were lit, and the paper money burned brightly, illuminating the cheeks of the sisters.

After these days of recuperation and proper diet, the faces of the sisters are somewhat fleshy, and their faces are ruddy, reflecting the firelight, which is really beautiful.

Wang Yuan'er glanced at the small ones, and then looked at the words on the tombstone, feeling relieved in her heart.

Since Liang's death, her eldest daughter has been a father, a mother and a sister. The burden is not heavy. It's not that she has never complained or cried, but after crying, she still has to carry this burden.

Fortunately, step by step, she has come over steadily. The fermented bean curd business is good, with a good income, and the sisters can eat meat from time to time. As long as they keep working hard, the days will surely get better and better. of.

"Father and mother, we have come to pay homage to you." Wang Yuan'er knelt on the ground, with slightly red eyes, and bowed hoarsely.

There is rustling, the wind is blowing, and the branches are rustling.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to support but the relative is not there, which is probably the portrayal of the sisters at present.

Wang Chun'er also untied Xiao Baolai from his back, put him down on the mat on the ground, and bowed with his hands as a sacrifice to his parents.

Xiao Baolai pursed his lips, stared at the words on the tombstone for a moment, his mouth dripped down, stretched out his hand and yelled a few times, as if he was greeting the people in the grave.

Seeing this, Wang Yuan'er's mouth curled up, and she secretly swore in her heart that this was the only male in their eldest family, and he was also the one who would worship their parents in the future, so he must be raised and educated well.

(End of this chapter)