Chapter 699
Soon, it's Ching Ming Festival.
At this time, basically every household put down the work at hand and went to the mountain to visit the grave.
The place where ancestors are buried is only a little higher at the foot of the mountain. In the deeper mountains, it is still too dangerous for the villagers.
The people of the Lao Zhao family prepared paper money, incense candles, and cannonballs, and prepared meals for their own graves.
When Zhao Yuner crossed over, usually when going to the grave, three dishes were served, including chicken, fish, and meat, as well as three bowls of rice and three glasses of wine.
After the paper was burned, the wine was poured directly on the grave, and the food was brought back to eat by himself.
On weekdays, there is no chance for ordinary people to eat chicken and fish, so Qingming Festival can be regarded as a way to improve the food at home. It is similar to the New Year, and you can eat fishy things.
Zhao Yuner got the incense paper money, and the old Zhao family prepared meals.
Waiting for the grave to be finished, and then a few people will have to eat together.
Early in the morning, the old Zhao family got up and walked towards the mountain together.
The tomb of Lao Zhao's family is relatively high, so he has to climb a little more up the mountain.
On the way, I met many people from the village who came to visit their graves.
Zhao Yuner experienced this custom for the first time, so the comparison was curious.
Along the way, I looked left and right, and kept watching.
"Father, mother, where is our family's grave?" Zhao Yuner asked.
"It's still on the top of the mountain! It takes a while to climb!" Zhao Wenhua said.
Zhao Yuner nodded, "Okay!"
"Hu~hu~" Huo Chunhua is a lot of age. Climbing a mountain is a tough job. After running for so long, Huo Chunhua feels her legs are weak, and she can't climb.
"Old man, let's take a breath!" Huo Chunhua shouted.
Zhao Xinhui followed: "Dad, let's take a break, I'm almost exhausted! I can't crawl!"
Zhao Baoshan was angry when he saw this unpromising mother and daughter. No one said they were tired, but they said, so squeamish!
"What are you taking a break? There is still a long way to go! If you don't continue walking, stop and take a break, I don't know when we will be able to reach the grave of our ancestors." Zhao Baoshan said coldly with a sullen face.
"Yeah, mother, little sister, hold on a little longer, grit your teeth and go." Zhao Wentao persuaded.
Huo Chunhua pouted, she couldn't walk with her legs, but no one in the family loved her.
Zhao Xinhui complained, "Really, what are our ancestors' tombs doing so high, and we have to be tired from climbing, if I knew I would have stayed at home!"
Zhao Xinhui's bizarre remarks made Zhao Baoshan even more angry, "You dead girl, you dare to talk nonsense about the grave of the ancestors, and you don't understand the rules."
Huo Chunhua hurriedly said, "Hui'er, the ancestor can't talk nonsense, if he gets angry, he has to come to you at night!"
"Mother, who are you scaring?" Zhao Xinhui snorted lightly with a look of indifference.
Huo Chunhua said with a serious face, "How could mother scare you! It's true! Offending the ancestors, being sick and uncomfortable is a trivial matter. If you take your life away, you won't be able to cry!"
"Then...then I can't say it..." Seeing that Huo Chunhua didn't seem to be joking, Zhao Xinhui said a guilty conscience.
Huo Chunhua hurriedly put it in the air, "Don't blame my ancestors, don't blame my ancestors, my Huier is not sensible, so don't bother with her."