On the New Year’s Eve dinner table, maybe on a whim, I would even use a wine cup and chat with my wife here and say a few heartwarming words.

"Children, thank you for your hard work for this family this year!"

When the women heard this, their faces felt a little uncomfortable, and they responded vaguely, turning their heads to drink wine, and feeling warm.

No matter how strict the parents-in-law are, they will shut up and blame their daughter-in-law tonight.

So tonight, in addition to the New Year atmosphere floating in the air, there is also a kind of invisible and intangible but real thing. What should that thing be called?

Let’s call it ‘ritual sense’ for now!

...

Not only did he burn incense to the ancestors of the Luo family, but he also had to worship Mu Zichuan's parents.

The New Year gifts and letters that Mu Zichuan brought back were entrusted to Da'an's luggage together.

Even if he didn't send a letter to her, she wouldn't forget to worship her godfather and mother.

Not only this New Year Festival, but also Yang Ruoqing never missed the Qingming Festival and Zhongyuan Festival.

At this moment, squatting in front of my godmother's grave, Yang Ruoqing put the offerings on her and murmured to herself.

Luo Baobao stood by the side, his little face was solemn.

Although she couldn't hear what her mother was saying, she could probably guess that her mother must be talking about the Mu uncle to Gan Gapo.

It is most likely that he would not report good news but not bad news. He said that the uncle of the Mu family was good, and asked Gan Gapo to not worry about it...

Luo Baobao raised his head and looked north, but is the uncle of the Mu family really good?

Sometimes I overheard Gapo and Wugapo and the others chatting. When talking about the uncle of the Mu family, everyone sighed at his stubbornness and felt sorry for him that he was still alone in his thirties...

What my mother told Gan Gapo about this should be considered a kind lie, right?

"Okay, baby comes here to kowtow to you Gapo."

After Yang Ruoqing muttered for a long time, she turned around and greeted Luo Baobao.

"Hey, here we come."

Luo Baobao came to the grave, knelt obediently on the straw stack, bent down and kowtowed to Zichuan three times before getting up.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Luo Baobao's appearance and felt a hint of emotion.

If a person lives in a lifetime, he will make a mistake in his slightest step, and the ending may be a world of difference.

If Mu Zichuan and Pang Ya were married back then, the girl kneeling in front of the grave would be the granddaughter of the Mu family who is truly related to blood.

In life, you cannot go against the trend.

Even if she goes against the trend, I believe she will still be with Luo Fengtang in various ways, because this is fate.

She is also happy with this fateful arrangement.

After worshiping several places that should be burned incense in turn, the snowflakes in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and it is time to go back to the village.

Halfway through? I met the old Yang family and his party, which was in a vast and powerful way.

"Oh, it's snowing, you little beans have all come out?"

Yang Ruoqing saw several small figures among the old and young men in the Yang family at a glance, aren’t they just Honger Fenger Tiedans?

Zhen'er and Yang Yongjin's mistress are all too young? They are only over two years old. According to the sayings in this area, they can only bring them to these places at the age of six.

Yang Huaming smiled and joked: "They like novelty? Let's not talk about it snowing? You have to come with a knife and press the chopping board!"

Yang Ruoqing also smiled? Isn’t that the same? A few boys don’t wear hats? They just burrowed in the woods with their heads bare heads? They were so fierce!

Compared to Xia Fenger, he is more gentle. After all, he is Da'an's son? Every move and action will definitely bring some Da'an's shadow.

But no matter how you hear and hear, the children's nature of playing can't be covered? Isn't that too, I'm following Tiedan and Hong'er and others to chase each other? The snowflakes in the sky seemed to be infected by the children's laughter, and they were getting more and more rapid.

"Can't stay here for too long? You have to go down the mountain quickly."

Yang Huazhong greeted him, and the big guy quickly accelerated his pace.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi also scolded their sons and asked them to walk well.

Yang Ruoqing took off the hat from her head and put it on Feng'er's head.

"Aunt, I'm not afraid of the cold..."

"It's not that it's cold or not, it's that snowflakes will breed lice when you fall into your hair. Don't you want to fall lice on the table when you write, right?"

He frightened Feng'er in an instant and wore it obediently.

Seeing this, Da'an said, "Sister, you gave him the hat, what should you do?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and raised her cap to cover her head: "Here, it's here."

Da'an nodded and smiled. The snowflakes were not so big when they went out before, so they went up the mountain without any precautions.

Fortunately, my sister is smart.

As for himself, he is not afraid. He will be fine if a man is soaked in snowflakes.

"Why haven't you seen Xiao An? Haven't you come back yet?" Yang Ruoqing looked around, and there was still no Xiao An among the old and young men.

"It's not home yet. When I was having dinner in the morning, my mother put the chopsticks before taking a few bites..."

When the siblings walked side by side down the mountain, Da'an whispered.

Yang Ruoqing also frowned slightly.

"No, when he went to Qing'an County, he agreed to come back to celebrate the New Year with his parents. Even if there is something to do, he would have to fly a carrier pigeon to say it."

"Did the pigeon be shot down and roasted and eaten halfway through?"

Yang Ruoqing felt that this guess was very likely.

Daan was also full of questions, and he didn't understand why Xiaoan hadn't come back yet.

"Wait a little longer, how many hours will be left before the New Year's Eve dinner? Maybe... I've arrived in Wanghai County..."

The siblings could only guess like this. Yang Ruoqing planned to go to her parents' home to see Sun when she returned to the village later.

Then I would like to enlighten her a few words, well... Even if Xiao An really can't come back for the New Year's Eve dinner, it's nothing. It's the same reunion when he comes back in the first lunar month!

If Sun still can't accept it, Yang Ruoqing would use his own situation as an example.

Her husband and two sons cannot come back during the Chinese New Year. She still has to force herself to do what she should do?

Compared to this, Sun is already happy enough. His son, daughter-in-law, grandchildren are all in front of him, as well as her daughter and granddaughter. By the way, her husband Yang Huazhong is also around. The circle has reached 90%, which is just a small arc. What else is there to be depressed?

She, Yang Ruoqing, is half the difference!

So happiness is more common.

I met many other people in the village who came up the mountain to burn incense. Everyone walked together and began to worship each other halfway through the journey.

When I arrived at the bridge at the foot of the mountain, I met a group of people going up the mountain to burn incense.

They are the Jiawang brothers and several sons from each family.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and the others, they were former cousins ​​after all. On a special day like the New Year, Jiawang’s two brothers stopped to greet Yang Huazhong and the others.

Jiawang was embarrassed to not speak. If he didn't speak, he would seem particularly stingy. Women are talking a few words, right?

So Jiawang pretended to be fine and greeted Yang Huazhong and the others.

When the elders talk together, the younger generations should naturally greet each other politely.

At this time, Lai Xi hid behind his third brother and refused to show up.

But his eyes were staring at Yang Yongjin, and there was a small drum in his heart beating around.
Chapter completed!