Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Man Bao and the others still didn't wait for Xia Yi and his wife to come back and installed all three beds. Man Bao checked that it was getting late, and decided to go back to the city.

Before leaving, Mrs Qian pulled Man Bao aside, took out three strings of money and put them in her hands, gave her a wink and said, "Take it, it's a gift to your younger brothers and sisters as a sister."

Originally I wanted to talk about the greeting ceremony for Uncle Tang, but thinking that she didn't seem to like Xia Yi very much, she changed her mind.

Man Bao's eyes lit up, it was the first time she had become a sister by her age.

She stretched out her hand to take it, instead of giving it in public, she pulled the three of them aside and gave it quietly, and whispered, "Don't tell your parents, keep it yourself, this is my gift to you."

Xia Dalang didn't want to take it, so he pushed it back, and saw his younger brother and sister dragging the money string and digging it out to give it back to her, but Man Bao pushed it and said, "I already have a salary as an official, alas, speaking of which our two families are the best. The close ones are from the same great grandfather. In this way, I am far away, and I don’t necessarily come back several times a year. In the future, when you go to the grave, when you see the graves of my great grandparents, remember to clean the grass for them…”

Man Bao then remembered the most important thing, and stomped his feet angrily: "Oh, I forgot to go to the graves of Grandpa Taizu and Grandma Taizu."

Turn around and run.

Xia Dalang didn't have time to stop him, and watched her run away with three strings of money in his hand.

Lao Zhoutou, who was waiting outside, kept talking: "...she was asked to give it in public, how could she give it quietly?"

This was beyond Qian's expectations, but she still held the old Zhou's head tightly and reprimanded in a low voice: "Be quiet, give it quietly, and give it quietly, you go in and shout out now, it's good intentions. It's also nasty."

Old Zhou Tou said: "You shouldn't give so much, three hundred pennies."

Qian Shi thought to himself: How did she know that Man Bao was so sincere and gave it quietly?

She was willing to spend so much money because she wanted her to give it in public and make a good one in front of the Xia family.

Old Zhou Tou continued to say: "I knew it would be almost enough to give ten pennies."

Qian Shi disliked him for being noisy and said, "Shut up."

Old Zhou Tou's voice was lower, but he couldn't help muttering.

Qian shi thought unconsciously, and didn't know if it was because he was getting old, or if he was living too well, and he was nagging more and more recently.

Man Bao ran out of the room in a hurry, and said in a hurry, "Father, mother, we forgot to go to sacrifice to my great-grandparents."

Old Zhoutou and Qian:  …

Qian Shi couldn't help but turn his head and mutter to Lao Zhoutou, "What have you remembered every day, how can you forget this kind of thing?"

Old Zhoutou: "Is it my fault?"

When Man Bao and the others rushed back to the patriarch's house, Mr. Zhuang, who had already had a good chat with the patriarch, said with a smile, "Are you done?"

Man Bao opened his mouth to speak, and Mr. Zhuang pointed to the chicken, fish and meat on the table and said, "The sacrifices are all ready for you. Are you going to start offering sacrifices to your ancestors?"

Man Bao was so moved that tears filled his eyes, he took Mr. Zhuang's hand and said, "Sir, you are still reliable."

Mr. Zhuang patted her on the head and scolded with a smile: "Naughty, quickly pack up the basket, I have agreed with Patriarch Xia, he also prepared hoes and sickles for you, and your cousins ​​and brothers are also waiting for you. Woolen cloth."

Man Bao looked left and right and asked suspiciously, "Where's Patriarch Xia?"

Mr. Zhuang chuckled lightly: "Patriarch Xia drank too much tea and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he went to rest."

Patriarch Xia and Mr. Zhuang drank tea here for a long time. They didn't ask much about Zhou Man, but they were given a lot of sacrifices. They also thought that now the Zhou family leads the young people from his clan to make tea at Xia Yi's family. When I was depressed, I couldn't help drinking a little more tea, and then my stomach became bloated. I felt a little uncomfortable for a while, so I went back to the house to rest.

Seeing that the son and grandson of Patriarch Xia were waiting for them, Man Bao did not ask any further questions. He put on the offering and went out. Bai Shan and Bai Erlang helped with the sickle, while Zhou Dalang and Wu Wulang carried the hoe.

The tombs of the great grandparents are not very far away, just on the hill beside the village, and it takes a while to get there.

But when they got there, even the son of Patriarch Xia, who had already visited in advance, searched for a while before finding it.

Everywhere you look is grass, and a tree grows beside the tomb, completely covering the tomb.

Not to mention looking from a distance, you can't tell that this is a grave from a close up.

The son of Patriarch Xia was a little embarrassed, and said to Zhou Man: "Your parents haven't returned for many years, so no one has sacrificed, but occasionally Uncle Xia will come back to sacrifice."

It's just that the last sacrifice was a few years ago.

Man Bao frowned, nodded, and started mowing and shoveling with everyone.

In fact, she wanted to ask, does the clan not offer sacrifices to sweep the tombs of orphans and widows every Qingming Festival?

In their Qili Village, each family has a bunch of tombs to be swept up together. The village has experienced several major disasters, and many people have died.

Other festivals are nothing, but Qingming Village will organize young people to sweep all the graves. Anyway, the sacrifices are the same, but it is just a few more graves. In the end, you can take them home, don’t you eat them?

The folks in the villages, if they go to a few more graves, maybe they will get more protection.

In Man Bao's memory, she didn't know that the grave next to her grandparents belonged to her own parents, and the village did not even know who belonged to the same caliber. It seemed to be a wild grave. Shoveling up the weeds on the grave, they will also worship, she never felt wrong.

So she didn't quite understand why her great-grandparents could not be sacrificed even if they were on the edge of the village. If nothing else, there must be many people in the village who were close by blood.

Man Bao hummed in her heart. After cleaning up the weeds on the tomb, she went back to worship. She didn't stay in Hongtian Village. She rode a horse and ran away with Bai Shan and Bai Erlang. change the car.

In the end, he met Xia Yi and his wife who came back not far from the village. Man Bao still remembered the hatred of his great grandparents for not being sacrificed. At her house.

So half of the body leaned out of the window and waved hello to Xia Yi, shouting loudly, "Uncle Yi, why did you come back? I've cleaned up your house."

Daji didn't stop, but slowed down the speed of the car. The carriage passed by Xia Yi and his wife, and Man Bao clearly saw their two eyes that were instantly rounded, so he giggled and said, "Your bed, you guys. We have repacked your tables and chairs for you, and many people in the clan have helped you, so if you don’t believe me, go back and have a look.”

Xia Yi was so frightened that she thought she had done something to their house, so she jumped with anger, "Xia Man, that's my house, what did you do to my house?"

"It's okay, Uncle Yi, I love my brothers and sisters, and I love you too. I'll come back to see you next year, bye."

see you at eleven o'clock