"Oh, that's amazing." She said.

"What's wrong with Qing'er?" someone asked.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the old Yang head with a strange expression: "My grandfather and the young grandfather are brothers, so aren't the second uncle and the second mother a cousin?"

The cousins ​​get married...

I'll go, insult, and compassion.

Only then did everyone in the yard realize this and their expressions were strange.

Both Lao Yangtou and Xiao Lao Yangtou were embarrassed.

Mistakes harm people, and three generations!

"No matter what the second room is, let's go to the mountain!" Old Yang waved his hand and picked up the shovel and set off.

Everyone followed, and a large team went out in a mighty way.

The villagers along the way came out to see that at the corner of the road ahead, a figure came to the side with a shovel and a basket.

It's Luo Fengtang.

"Master, little grandpa."

Luo Fengtang took the initiative to greet the old Yangtou who was walking in front of the team.

"Tang Yizi, are you..." Lao Yang asked.

Luo Fengtang said, "I'll go to build a tomb for my great-grandmother, too."

Old Yang said, "But, Qing'er and you haven't gotten married yet, how can you ask for you..."

"Qing'er and I are getting married soon. Her great-grandmother is my great-grandmother, and my younger generation also wants to fulfill their filial piety." Luo Fengtang said.

Old Yang's head was moved, and the little old Yang's head next to him was also full of praise.

"Okay, okay, your great-grandmother has a spirit in heaven, and will definitely bless you with everything going well in the south."

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder.

Luo Fengtang quickly returned to the team and came straight to Yang Ruoqing.

"I'll get it."

Without saying anything, he took the bamboo basket she was carrying.

In the basket, it contains offerings and wine.

"Your wounds are healed? Isn't it a big deal to climb a mountain?"

Although she knew that his wound had healed, she couldn't help asking more questions.

He shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, it's okay long ago."

"Well, that's good!"

The group followed the buttocks of the old Yangtou, heading towards Mianniu Mountain behind the village.

When the crowd arrived on the mountain, I'll take a break.

This year, it was raining and snowing, and my concubine's lonely grave was almost washed away.

The red earth bars were opened, with dead branches and leaves scattered on them, and some footprints of wild beasts stomped on them.

Look at the two towers standing together not far away, and a monument was erected, with some grand tombs.

Old Yang could no longer hold it back.

The old man knelt down on the deserted tomb under him that was almost razed to the ground.

He supported the red clay with his hands and buried his head, and cried loudly.

"Mom, my dear mother..."

"My son is late, my son is wrong..."

The little old Yang also knelt down, "Mom, my son is unfilial, I have caused you to suffer for so many years..."

Two old men, both over 70 years old, knelt wherever they cried.

This scene was heartbreaking for the descendants around him to watch.

One by one, I remembered that I had come to visit the grave before, but I had never seen this little bastard.

Even, I pulled weeds for the two graves over there several times, and the grass I pulled down was thrown on this small earthblock.

When peeing, they even came to this little purse to pee on purpose.

Each of them was influenced by Lao Yang's head, and they all despise the concubines buried there.

Only then did everyone realize that half of the blood flowing on their bodies was the concubine's blood.

Without her, there would be no Lao Yang, and there would be no descendants of them.

She is her true ancestor, her own legitimate grandmother and great-grandmother.

But what did you do?

Everyone was asking themselves, and they all lowered their heads, including Yang Ruoqing.

Perhaps because of the atmosphere, everyone knelt down.

If there is really a soul, I just hope that this dead soul can forgive the ignorance of the younger generations.

After crying for a while, everyone started to act.

Scratch soil, cultivate soil, and pick it up in a basket.

Everyone worked together and a brand new grave stood up.

Finally, a stone tablet was erected.

A platform was specially built in front of the stone tablet, which was used to strengthen the graves and was not easily washed away by rain.

On the other hand, it is also convenient for sacrifices to kneel down.

The offerings were placed long, and the old Yang squatted in front of the grave, burning incense paper.

The yellow, colored fragrant paper was ignited by fire and burned into black things like dead leaves butterflies.

It was blown by the wind and floated into the sky and finally turned into piles of black powder.

Old Yang looked at the black powder.

In front of me, it seems that I have seen many years ago.

When he was a child, there was always a crazy woman in the eyes of others.

She looked at him from afar, looking at him.

While there was no one, she slipped into his room and wanted to hug him, and heard him call him "Mom".

But what about him?

But he treated her like a lunatic and punched her.

If he hadn't told his father and the others about slipping her into the house, the father and the others wouldn't have been ambushed in the house.

In the last time, Dad and the others punched and kicked her, and he was actually hiding beside him and watching...

He will never forget her eyes, a nightmare for a lifetime.

This is why he hated her even for the rest of his life when he grew up.

At this moment, he understood her eyes.

That's sadness, despair...

It must have been that time that completely made her feel cold.

She just hanged herself...

"Mom, my real mother, my son is wrong, I regret it..."

Old Yang cried out again, and even raised his hand and slapped hard on his face.

He was stopped by the little old Yang head beside him.

"Brother, my mother is gone. We will be fine in the future. If you have a spirit in the sky, you should be in peace..."

The two old brothers hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

Finally, the big guy ignited all the firecrackers he brought.

The crisp and loud sound of firecrackers shocked the birds and beasts in the mountains and ran around.

The sound of firecrackers shook the sky in this area, echoing in the mountains for a long time before gradually calming down...

At night, Old Yang summoned everyone to the east wing.

"Let's go short, I'll call you here this night for this."

Old Yang said, and took out a few silver notes from his body.
To be continued...