Great Power Project

Chapter 393 Going to the Grave and Worshiping the Ancestors

On the beach, there were bursts of children's shouts and laughter.

A group of barefoot children chased and ran on the beach, leaving behind a string of laughter.

There are also a few stupid domestic dogs, scientifically known as Chinese Pastoral Dogs, following behind the children, barking and chasing the children's footprints.

The children are not simply playing. They stop from time to time to dig out one by one crawling shrimp or shellfish on the beach. Every time they harvest, they will make bursts of cheerful laughter.

What a carefree age, without the troubles of the world, enjoying childhood to the fullest, enjoying the joy of harvest.

Yu Qingyang secretly decided, just for these children, to make the laughter of these children more cheerful and pure, and also to deal with those Haiba.

"Yangzi, thank you for your kindness! Believe in these bad things, sooner or later you will be punished! Don't think too much, let's go back to eat!" Yu Fushan comforted Yu Qingyang with a smile, thinking that Yu Qingyang was embarrassed because he couldn't help the village.

Yu Qingyang didn't explain, let alone that he wanted to solve the cancer of Haiba.

No one would believe it.

Moreover, it is definitely not that simple to solve the malignant tumor of Haiba.

Huayu Investment is rich now, but he is not a law enforcement agency, so he cannot order the law enforcement agency to do anything.

But it's not really impossible.

Yu Qingyang still knows how to use bullshit, build momentum, and exert pressure.

By the way, that Young Master Wang should be able to help.

Maybe get in touch with him.

Some things are not easy to deal with directly by the government.

Young Master Wang is in Caidu, so he is definitely a prince-level figure.

What the princes in the capital can't even do in cooking, they can definitely do it with Young Master Wang.

Young Master Wang is the elder brother Yuan Shao that Yu Qingyang met before, Wang Guanghui.

Wang Guangyuan is a good boy, he is still in school, but Young Master Wang and Young Master Hui are out of school, and they are well-known figures in Caidu, and even the whole Yuancheng.

Those Haiba, in the eyes of Yu Fushan and others, are such difficult characters, but in the eyes of Hui Shao and others, they are clowns who can be crushed to death if they are unhappy.

Having made up his mind, Yu Qingyang no longer struggled, turned around and followed Yu Fushan away from the beach and returned to the old house.

Back in the old house, the time is just right, the food is ready and ready to be served.

"Why did you come back?" Dad saw Yu Qingyang and asked casually.

"I went to the beach to have a look! I thought about something!" Yu Qingyang also replied casually.

As Yu Qingyang, Yu Fushan, Yu Fumin and others took their seats, the dishes began to be served.

There are the most famous swimming crabs, prawns, shrimp reptiles, and octopuses in the kite city...
Then there are braised pork, pork ribs, beef stewed potatoes, braised lamb in sauce...

Rural people pay attention to affordable food.

Really affordable!
Swimming crabs and shrimp crabs are served in small pots.

At the dinner table, Yu Qingyang deeply felt the enthusiasm of the old family.

Fishermen have been dealing with the sea all year round, and they are not bad at drinking.

Both Yu Fushan and Yu Fumin are over 70, and each of them can still drink a few pounds of wine.

Fortunately, the old family's persuasion is not blind persuasion, but persuasion by testing the capacity for drinking.

After a meal, the uncle, dad, and Yu Qingyang were almost done drinking.

Yu Qingyang is better off because of his youth.

Lying on the hard kang, Yu Qingyang was really not used to it.

The kang is hot and comfortable to sleep in winter, and it is also good in summer, it is cool and comfortable, but it is not good in spring and autumn.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next day, the ancestor worship officially began, and then the grave visit.

The ancestor worship was held in the ancestral hall of the Yu family, and the whole village, young and old, participated.

Going to the grave is to go to the grave of their elders.

When Yu Qingyang and uncle, father went to the grave, it was naturally for grandpa and grandma.

There is also graves for grandpas and grandmas.

Put the offerings, draw a circle on the ground, then start burning paper and kowtow.

The burning paper is only burned on the grandfather's grave, and then follow the uncle to the graves of the grandmas, grandpa and grandma, and invite them to enjoy offerings on the grave of the grandpa.

When going to the grave, Yu Qingyang felt a little emotional.

Many Chinese are crying for their sons, talking about passing on incense, and when they die, someone will burn paper at the grave.

There is a huge price to pay for this.

Some people were fined and bankrupted, some lost their jobs because of it, and some even lost their lives because of it.

In fact, think about it, it's a bit fucked up, it's not worth it.

The vast majority of people are like them, and they only go to the graves of their parents, and at most they go to the graves of their grandparents.

Further up, no one went to the grave to burn paper.

Those with ancestral halls like the Yu family are lucky, and can enjoy a little incense in the ancestral hall.

However, the vast majority of people in China do not have ancestral halls.

In other words, if you have a son, at most you can enjoy the grandson burning paper to the grave and enjoying their incense.

Then the great-grandson's incense was basically cut off.

From this aspect, the difference between a son and a daughter is that in the future, your grandson may visit your grave and burn paper.

And grandchildren are basically impossible.

Going to the grave was very fast, and when the paper was burned, Yu Qingyang returned to the village with the cemetery where the uncle and father left.

Along the way, many relatives and people from the same village came to visit the grave. Everyone talked and laughed, and it was very lively.

Going to the grave on Qingming Festival, except for those who have just lost their relatives, basically there is not much sadness to be seen.

Someone like Yu Qingyang who has never even met his grandparents, let alone sad.

All the way to enjoy the beach full of weeds.

"Uncle Fukuyama, I heard that watermelons grown in saline-alkali land are very sweet!

Why don't you think of a way to grow some watermelons? "

"Watermelons can be grown in saline-alkali land?" Yu Fushan looked at Yu Qingyang in disbelief.

"Of course! The watermelon in saline-alkaline soil is very sweet!
In fact, not only watermelons can be grown in saline-alkali land, but also many things can be grown, such as wolfberry and sunflower, which can be grown in saline-alkali land! "Yu Qingyang laughed.

It's not that Yu Fushan and the others are short-sighted, it's because it has been passed down from generation to generation that the saline-alkaline land does not grow crops, and they mainly make a living from fishing instead of farming, so they don't pay much attention to the saline-alkali land.

Let it be abandoned where it is covered with weeds.

Of course, the saline-alkali land is not only weeds, but also clumps of willow branches.

Those are wild white willows, and white willows are also saline-resistant trees, but these white willows are wild, so they are not big.

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true, Mr. Fukuyama, you can go to the county's agricultural bureau to find out!"

"It would be great if we could grow watermelons, goji berries, and sunflower seeds!" Yu Fushan envisioned.

Yujiawan, as the name suggests, is a small bay.

There are hundreds of thousands of mu of saline-alkali land behind Yujiawan.

Of course, not all of these saline-alkali lands belong to Yujiawan.

There are also tens of thousands of acres belonging to Yujiawan.

If so many lands were planted with watermelons and goji berries, it would be money!

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