Abandoned Peasant Woman: Farming With a Cute Baby

Soon, it's Ching Ming Festival.

At this time, basically every family put aside their work and went to the grave on the mountain.

The place where the ancestors were buried was only a little higher at the foot of the mountain. Deeper mountains are still too dangerous for the villagers.

The people of the old Zhao family prepared paper money, incense candles, and firecrackers, and served their own dishes to the grave.

The place Zhao Yuner passed through, usually when going to the grave, three dishes, including chicken, fish, meat, three bowls of rice, and three glasses of wine.

The wine party is poured directly on the grave after burning the paper, and the food is brought back to eat.

On weekdays, where ordinary people have the opportunity to eat chicken and fish, so tomb-sweeping festival can be regarded as a way to improve the food at home, similar to the new year, can eat fishy things.

Zhao Yuner got the paper money for incense candles, and the old Zhao family prepared meals.

Waiting for the tomb to be finished, the few people in the room have to have a meal when they are together.

Early in the morning, the people of the old Zhao family got up and walked towards the mountain together.

The tomb of the old Zhao family is relatively high, so I have to climb a bit more up the mountain.

On the way, I met many people from the village, all of whom came to the grave.

Zhao Yuner experienced this kind of custom for the first time, so the contrast was very curious.

Looking left and right along the way, keep watching.

"Father, mother, where is our grave?" Zhao Yuner asked.

"Still at the top of the hill! It takes a while to climb!" Zhao Wenhua said.

Zhao Yun'er nodded, "Okay!"

"Huh~hu~" Huo Chunhua is a lot of age. Climbing a mountain is a laborious task. After running for such a long time, Huo Chunhua felt that his legs were soft and she couldn't climb.

"Old man, let's take a break!" Huo Chunhua yelled.

Zhao Xinhui followed: "Father, let's rest, I'm almost exhausted! I can't climb anymore!"

Zhao Baoshan became angry when he saw this pair of hopeless mothers and daughters. No one else said they were tired. They said, so squeamish!

"What's the rest? There is still a way! Don't continue walking, stop and rest, I don't know when we will reach the grave of our ancestors." Zhao Baoshan said with a calm face.

"Yeah, mother, hold on, little girl, gritted your teeth and passed." Zhao Wentao persuaded.

Huo Chunhua curled her lips. She couldn't move her legs anymore, but no one at home felt sorry for her.

Zhao Xinhui complained, "Really, what our ancestors' tombs are so high to do, we still have to crawl, and I knew I would just stay home!"

Zhao Xinhui's strange remarks made Zhao Baoshan even more angry, "You die girl, the ancestor's grave, you dare to talk nonsense and don't understand the rules."

Huo Chunhua hurriedly said, "Hui'er, ancestors can't talk nonsense, if he gets angry, he has to come and find you at night!"

"Mother, who are you scaring?" Zhao Xinhui snorted softly, looking indifferent.

Huo Chunhua said with a serious face, "How can my mother scare you! It's true! Offending your ancestors, sickness and discomfort is a trivial matter, if you take away your life, you won't be able to cry!"

"Then...then I can't say it..." Seeing that Huo Chunhua didn't seem to be a joke, Zhao Xinhui said with a guilty conscience.

Huo Chunhua hurriedly swayed into the air, "Don't blame the ancestors, don't blame the ancestors, my Hui'er is not sensible, so don't care about her."