Zhou Tong smiled honestly, as if he was whatever the other party said.

Luo Dae waved her hand and squinted her mouth.

"What a pamper who is not a pampered person? My son-in-law is old!" she said.

"Besides, my mother buried in the grave. What's wrong with him asking him to pick up a few baskets of soil? It should be!"

"Dad Xia'er, do you think so?"

"Yes, what Xia'er's mother said."

The three men agreed to burn incense.

Luo Da'e and Zhou Xia also stood up and wanted to go.

Luo Blacksmith said: "The mountain road is slippery and not easy to walk on. Please stay at home with Xia'er."

Luo Da'e was very persistent.

"I'm back today and I'm specializing in Qingming Festival. I haven't been there for several years. What's the point of a little rain?"

"All right!"

Luo Blacksmith relaxed and watched the large army go to the mountain to burn incense together, and he felt that he had not felt so happy for several years.

As we headed up the mountain, three pairs of shoulder poles and baskets were all in Luo Fengtang's hands.

In addition, he also held a shovel in his hand.

Luo Blacksmith and Zhou Tong also held a shovel in their hands.

Luo Da'e and Zhou Xia supported each other.
Chapter completed!