Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Yongjin a few more words, and soon the large army arrived at the destination Niutou Peak.

The ancestral tomb of the Lao Yang family is buried in this area.

Old Yang and his children and grandchildren stopped in front of a tomb, and then began to instruct Yang Huaan, Yang Huazhou and others to go over and pull weeds for the grave and cut down the excess dead branches on the grave.

Everyone was busy. Here, Sun and his children were waiting patiently.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the tomb that was picked up and seemed larger than the graves next to her.

She turned her head and asked Sun, "Mom, which ancestor is buried in this grave?"

Sun glanced over there and whispered, "Your great-grandfather, great-grandmother."

"oh."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it turned out to be Lao Yang's parents.

The couple is buried together

"Mom, is that small earth slope next to it? Is it a grave or something?"

Yang Ruoqing then turned her eyes to a collapsed earth slope on the other side and asked Sun.

Intuition, she felt that it should be a tomb.

But just now, I heard Lao Yang ask his children and grandchildren to throw all the dead branches and weeds that were cut down to that place.

If it is really a grave, then Old Yang's approach would be inappropriate.

The dead are respectful. You put all the things you don't want on other people's houses. Are you not afraid of anything?

When Sun's face heard Yang Ruoqing's question, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she immediately felt that it was informative and asked even more.

Sun glanced at the busy old Yang family, gritted their teeth, and muttered a few words to Yang Ruoqing's ear.

"Ah, there's still something going on."

A trace of surprise flashed in Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

However, Sun winked at her and whispered, "This is the business of our ancestors of the Yang family. We are younger generations, so don't make a statement."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yeah, I know."

She turned around, glanced at the lonely little tomb again, looked at the tomb here, and shook her head secretly.

As a woman, never be a mistress.

No matter in ancient times or modern times, it is not something that ordinary people can do if the mistress wants to defeat the original partner.

In the end, people are old and despicable, and men don’t care about you anymore, and they have not gained any titles. They can’t enter the ancestral tomb even if they die.

Buried beside him, alone, leaving no child or daughter.

The grave collapsed and no one repaired it. During the festivals, there was no incense.

After death, the grave must be trampled by the descendants of the original wife's children, why bother

But then again, the old Yang family is not a farmer for generations. Why is the old Yangtou's father? How can he take a concubine?

Well, this is indeed a lucky secret for the old Yang family. When I go back, I must dig it out with my father.

He burned incense, kowtowed, and set off firecrackers.

Old Yang was standing in front of the grave, his eyes were filled with tears, and his mouth was muttering, as if he was telling something to his parents buried in the soil.

The others also lowered their heads, without chewing their voices, and listened silently.

The mountain wind blows, the sun sets, and there is a different kind of bleakness and lonely coolness in the mountains.

Yang Ruoqing tightened her clothes and wanted to go back.

Fortunately, at this time, Old Yang finally waved his hand and said, "It's almost done, let's go down the mountain."

When the group returned to the village, dusk was rising.

In front of him is the gate of Lao Yang's family. Lao Yang led his children and grandchildren to walk straight forward.

Behind him, Sun led his three children into the entrance of the alley next to him.

Once the family is separated, you cannot enter through the main entrance of Lao Yang's house unless in special circumstances.

In Yang Huazhong's room, the sound of Lao Sun and Yang Huazhong talking came from.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips secretly.

It’s great to have Mr. Ga here. Don’t worry about my dad being alone all the time and it’s difficult to drink water.

"Qing'er, you take your two younger brothers to rest, and your mother goes to boil water and cook the night meal." Sun said.

"Mom, you should take your brothers to rest. I'll wait for the night dinner," Yang Ruoqing suggested.

“Okay”

So, my mother and mother acted separately.

Yang Ruoqing added cold water to the clay pot.

On the stove, there are three clay pots with large and small pots embedded in the middle of two pots for cooking and cooking.

These clay pots are of great use.

It can be used to boil water for the family to drink water and take a bath.

It can also be used to serve rice soup, stew soup, etc.

There is a largest pot of earthenware, which will be used to make pig food in the future.

Yang Ruoqing considered that everyone was sweating when they climbed the mountain and had to take a hot bath at night, so she filled all the clay pots, big and small.

What to cook at night

She began to think about it again.

A little tired, don't want to be too troublesome.

Suddenly I thought of going back to the market and weighing about ten kilograms of wheat flour I came back.

Yang Ruoqing went back to the house and scooped up six servings, took two more eggs, and planned to paste chopped green onion egg pancakes at night to reward her family.

Beat two eggs into the wheat flour, a handful of scallion foam, sprinkle a little salt and starfish, and then exchange it for cold water to start stirring.

Because it is thin and soft cake similar to the dough.

So, there is no need to knead it into a dough, just stir them into a semi-liquid liquid.

Then stuff firewood into the stove and heat the pot.

Pick up the loofah naan and dip it in some rapeseed oil, and brush it neatly around the bottom of the pot to ensure that it does not stick to the pot.

Then, scoop the egg noodles with a scoop and pour it into the pot.

Just like fried eggs, pour it down from top to bottom along the pot mouth

The mixed egg dough liquid quickly condenses into solids under high temperature baking, and sticks to the pot dough.

Yang Ruoqing estimated the heat, swung the spatula and picked up the sides of the egg cake, then put out her hands together, and made a side of them like a quilt.

The seemingly simple edge adjustment actually tests the most hand speed and skills.

Hehe, single dogs are very fast, Yang Ruoqing's side is very slippery

The huge round egg noodles cake rose up all over without cracking at all.

Moreover, the side that was pasted with the pot had already shown a perfect golden color.

Put all the dough in the basin and a thick stack of egg cakes was piled up in the small dustpan on the pot.

The fragrance is fragrant and hot, and eggs and chopped green onions are decorated with it. Just one glance is enough to arouse people's appetite.

Folded like small quilts, neatly placed.

Considering that it was a bit monotonous to chew the bread like this, Yang Ruoqing took some of the mother-in-law's dice and shepherd's purse that she had pickled some days ago, chopped it up, put some soy sauce, vinegar, and dried spicy food to make an appetizing side dish.

In this way, when eating, you can eat one bite of noodles and one bite of spicy dishes.

You can also wrap spicy dishes in the dough

When she brought the noodles and spicy dishes to the next room, Yang Huazhong happened to ask about the trouble of Yang Ruoqing, Da'an and his brothers having sex with the second house.

"The second brother is so inappropriate. This is the second trip to get a tough elder to my child. How can I do this?"
Chapter completed!