Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

He Yuzhu shrugged helplessly.

"Well, I go there by myself every year anyway, and I never count on him. Wife, you should stay at home. Our mother's grave is on the mountain, so it's bound to get bumpy. You're pregnant now, so it's not convenient."

He still cares about Yang Xiaoman very much.

Sha Zhu is the kind of person who likes to lick a girl. As long as he sets his eyes on a female, he will lick her until her whole body is covered with saliva.

Although Yang Xiaoman really wanted to go with He Yuzhu to pay homage to her mother-in-law, she immediately gave up the idea after hearing what He Yuzhu said. After all, the child is more important.

"Okay, then you go alone and be careful on the road."

He Yuzhu said naively: "Well, there is no need to be careful. How can a grown man like me be robbed outside?"

"..."

He still can't talk, and he kills the conversation with just one sentence.

Zhou Zheng had already left the compound of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. A group of spirited young men in black clothes and sunglasses walked out of the alley in a mighty procession.

That’s right, the gift Zhou Zheng brought them was sunglasses. He said it was a specialty of Hong Kong.

Xu Jianjun and others also liked this gift very much. It looked cool when worn, just like a gangster in a movie. Of course, it would be better if the person holding the gift was not a sickle.

The sickle is used to clear the grass on the grave.

It is not easy to worship ancestors in this era.

The majority of burials during this era were done in the ground, and the burial sites chosen were mostly in forests and mountains.

The forests and mountains are already covered with lush vegetation during the Qingming Festival.

Therefore, the first thing to do when visiting the cemetery to pay homage to ancestors is to clear the grass on the grave.

The grass on the grave is not so easy to clean. It contains "weeds" such as wormwood, thorns, and barberry. Most of these are plants with hard stems, and cleaning them is a strenuous job.

Of course, let’s not talk about these for now.

Because Zhou Yunhai's cenotaph was not far from Nanluoguxiang, they walked to the cemetery.

His neat clothes, black shirt and sunglasses attracted everyone's attention along the way.

From time to time, you can hear discussions like this.

"Fuck, these young people..."

"Fuck..."

In terms of Zhou Zheng's standards, he felt a little ashamed.

I originally thought that this pair of black clothes and sunglasses would definitely draw admiration from others, but I was met with a lot of "WTF" instead.

But Xu Jianjun and his friends didn't care at all. When they had walked one-third of the distance, they finally showed their chicken feet, took out a black umbrella from somewhere, and opened it arrogantly.

"Oh my, it's so hot, so hot, luckily we brought an umbrella."

Tian Xinyue and He Yushui finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and while laughing they took out three umbrellas from their long backpacks.

Xu Jianjun and the others were completely dumbfounded.

"Fuck, you guys..."

Zhou Zheng also laughed out loud: "Haha, Sun thieves, you guys are really good at having fun."

The scene suddenly became awkward and joyful.

Afterwards, Wan Jingliang approached Zhou Zheng in frustration and asked.

"How come you still know to bring an umbrella? That's unscientific."

Zhou Zheng said proudly: "Haha, you are telling me a bullshit science in the world of metaphysics. It's such a hot day, and you are encouraging people to wear Mao suits that are only worn in autumn. Obviously, there is something wrong. I will never let your evil plan succeed."

Then he said angrily: "I really don't know what you are thinking. Don't you notice the mocking looks from others on the street? It's so embarrassing."

He paused and then said:

"A man in black clothes and sunglasses gets a "wow", and we have eight "wow"s here! Oh, I'm really impressed."

As he said this he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Pfft haha..."

But it must be said that the eight black umbrellas put up on the road, combined with their black clothes and sunglasses, shocked most of the people and the volume of discussion suddenly changed.

"Who are these people? They look so cold."

"You ask me, I don't know either. Let's stay away from him. Maybe he is someone from above. We ordinary people can't afford to mess with him..."

"Isn't it some kind of mission?"

"Well, I guess they are already going to worship someone."

"With such a big scene, the person who is worshipping must be of some status, perhaps a big leader."

Zhou Zheng and the others blushed when they heard these discussions.

Tian Xinyue covered her face and hid beside Zhou Zheng.

"It's so embarrassing..."

Nanluoguxiang is not far from Zhou Yunhai's cenotaph, but the eight people watching felt that the way was unusually long. After finally reaching Zhou Yunhai's grave, they saw several people standing there clearing the grass on the grave.

He walked forward quickly and saw a figure that Zhou Zheng knew very well. Who else could it be but Hu Qian?

"Hmm? Aunt Hu, why are you back?"

Hu Qian raised her head when she heard the voice, with crystal beads of sweat flowing on her wheat-colored skin. She smiled slightly, like a beautiful flower blooming on the hillside in midsummer.

"Hehe, Xiaozheng, um, I just got back this morning."

Zhou Zheng asked: "Are you still leaving?"

Hu Qian smiled gently: "I won't leave..."

Her tone paused.

"I haven't seen you for a few years. Xiaozheng has become more and more handsome. Did you miss me?"

Zhou Zheng walked forward.

"Of course I do. I think about it every night."

Hu Qian blushed when she heard this and gave Zhou Zheng a reproachful look.

"No formality."

Xu Jianjun, Wan Jingliang and others also knew Hu Qian and came forward to greet her.

"Hello, Miss Hu."

The word "Sister Hu" really touched Hu Qian's heart, and she smiled like the sun.

"Oh, the little ones have all grown up, and you guys are doing well too."

Although the conversation here was heated, the people brought by Hu Qian did not slack off at all and continued to clean the grass on the grave.

This made Zhou Zheng feel a little embarrassed, so he led Xu Jianjun and others to participate.

It didn't take long before Zhou Yunhai's grave was cleaned up.

Then comes the relief of worship.

All the offerings were placed on the altar. Wang Shengli took out a fire basin from somewhere and placed it in front of the grave. Tan Xuedong took out a stack of yellow paper money from the package and ignited it in the fire basin against the breeze.

Zhao Jianguo took out a small incense burner, placed it on the altar and lit three incense sticks.

Zhou Zheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Who knew these people were so well prepared.

Not only Zhou Zheng, but also Hu Qian and the warrior brothers brought by Hu Qian were twitching.

'Isn't this feudal superstition?'

'This is pure feudal superstition.'

"What? They are worshipping Zhou Yunhai, oh? That's not feudal superstition. How can worshipping martyrs be feudal superstition?"

These are the scattered thoughts in the minds of everyone except the few people who were worshiping in accordance with the rules.

Under pressure from the masses.

The soldiers led by Hu Qian also received three incense sticks from Zhao Jianguo and followed in the worship.

The scene was serious and funny.

This worship ceremony lasted for an hour and was very comprehensive.

If Wan Jingliang hadn't kowtowed to Zhou Yunhai's grave, Zhou Zheng would have thought that this group of people had come to play a prank on him.

Let’s put it this way, if Zhou Zheng didn’t have the social status in Beijing; if Zhou Yunhai wasn’t a martyr; if this scene was seen by outsiders; if someone reported it.

All those who participated in this worship activity will definitely be labeled as "feudal and superstitious".

Maybe they will have to be paraded through the streets or put in a cowshed...

This made Zhou Zheng at a loss for words, especially when facing those soldiers.

Good guy!

I've already told you that I don't eat meat, so what's the meaning of you serving me a crystal pork elbow? Hahaha.