After everyone rested, they continued to climb up, and this trip was not far, only about 10 minutes.

The little guy doesn't want his father to hug him, he runs behind him, dragging grass and picking flowers.

Fang Yuan was afraid that she would have mosquito bites, so he sprayed her with some mosquito repellent water again.

The ancestral tomb of the Fang family is located on a slope on the mountain behind the Jade Emperor's peak, and all the ancestors of the Fang family are buried in this area.

But it is very old, and many of the tombs are no longer worshipped.

Even if Fang Yuan and them went to the grave this time, at most, they would worship their grandfather and grandmother, and before that, there would be no one to worship.

There are many tombs on the hillside, but few are really well built.

Including grandfather and uncle, it's just a small dirt bag.

But there are two tombstones.

The uncle's grave looks very new, the cup of worship in front of the tombstone has fallen a layer of black ash, and the grave head is covered with a layer of green weeds, which is not high, but very dense.

Grandpa's grave is similar, but it is a little more messy and lush.

Fang's father and second uncle used a sickle to remove the weeds on their grandfather's grave.

And Fang Xinbao and Fang Xinbin cleaned up the weeds on their father's grave together.

Fang Xinhe and Wang Xiangming, who came along, piled up the paper houses, paper horses, paper people, etc. that came up from the bottom of the mountain on the open space on the side.

At the same time, there are fireworks and so on, a lot of things.

Fortunately, there are Liang Feibai and others to help, otherwise it would be really difficult to get it on a trip.

Fang Yuan helped his grandmother sit in front of his grandfather's grave, she leaned on the tombstone, chattering quietly, Fang Yuan didn't listen carefully, but stood up and picked up the shovel and helped dig the grave hat on the side.

The little guy was very curious about this scene, and he didn't know what the adults were doing, so naturally he couldn't talk about being afraid.

She pulls a grass here, pulls a vine there, and after a while, the lantern fruit is attracted, its scientific name should be called mushroom Niangguo, but because it resembles a lantern, the countrymen call it lantern fruit again.

The little guy picked a handful, but it's already November, so basically the skin has been yellowed, and it will break when touched, and there are few green ones.

Fang Yuan dug the grave hat here, and Father Fang and they were almost done.

So Fang Yuan and Fang Xinbao moved the grave hat to his grandfather's grave, and the other to his uncle's grave.

This is also particular, not everyone can get it, you have to have immediate family members, if you don't have immediate family members, you can get it with your nephews and nephews.

If there are two parents in the grave, then two people are needed, and passers-by rely on the grave hat to know whether the single parent or both parents are buried below, and a piece of paper money can be pressed under the grave hat.

Of course, the customs vary from place to place, and in some places, single parents do not put grave hats, so they shovel a shovel of soil and press a piece of paper money, which is slightly different.

This is the only way to have such a custom in the countryside, and few people in the city know about it, such as Lan Caiyi, she is very curious about what this is for, she has never seen it, after all, Grandpa Lan's urn is put in the cemetery, and there is no such thing.

In front of the graves of grandfather and uncle, there is also a shallow pit, which is used to burn paper, after all, it is on the mountain, in order to prevent fire.

However, there are no trees in this cemetery, probably because they were afraid of causing a fire, so they were cut down a long time ago.

It's really smoky when the paper money is burned, and there are a lot of purchases this time, plus the weather is hot, and it's really a heat wave when it burns.

Even the curious little guy hides far away.

Only the eldest uncle and the second uncle kept turning with branches to make the paper money fully burn.

Then several juniors, including Fang Yuan and Xinxin, put them on the ground with plastic bags filled with paper money and kowtowed to their grandfather and uncle.

The little guy estimated that it was the first time to kowtow to someone, Fang Yuan asked her to learn from herself, but she was a little too strong, and she almost turned over.

This amused everyone and invisibly diluted a lot of sad atmosphere.

It is said that according to rural customs, Lan Caiyi and Fang Yuan did not set up a banquet, nor did they change their names to call their parents, and they were not the daughter-in-law of Shangyuan, so she didn't have to kowtow.

But she still stumbled, in her words, after receiving all the certificates, can she still be regarded as a member of their old Fang family? The country is bigger than the sky, and the country has the final say.

The paper was burning here, and the two brothers Fang Xinbao over there also lit the paper offerings they bought, and it was really smoky and smoky.

Fang Xinhe also lit firecrackers, and this time there was really a feeling of gongs and drums sounding in unison, soaring through the clouds.

Fang Yuan hurriedly covered the little guy's ears and carried her to the upper hand, and Fang's mother and eldest mother also helped their grandmother to find a place to have the upper hand and sit down.

"Alas, I'm afraid this is the last time I'll come to your grandfather's grave, and the next time I come, it's probably time to bury me. Grandma looked at the dancing lights and shadows not far away, and suddenly said to Fang Yuan.

"How so, grandma, you will live a long life...... Two hundred years old. ”

Fang Yuan originally wanted to say that he would live a long life of a hundred years, but he suddenly remembered that his grandmother was not long from being a hundred years old.

Grandma was amused by him when she heard this, "How can anyone live to be two hundred years old, won't he become a king?"

At this time, Fang's father and second uncle came over, and Fang's father said to grandma: "Mom, I decided to repair the graves of my father and eldest brother before this year. ”

When grandma heard this, she said, "Repair your father's grave, your brother can take the idea, as for your eldest brother's grave, you can discuss it with Xinbao." ”

Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi, who were sitting next to them, were a little puzzled when they heard this, because grandma's statement was a bit strange, it was said that it was a good thing to repair the grave, and they were all from their own family, Fang's father and second uncle were also elders, why should they discuss it with Fang Xinbao.

Fang's mother explained to them on the side: "The ancestral tomb cannot be moved casually, and the consent of the eldest son and grandson must be obtained. ”

"There are so many rules?" Fang Yuan said speechlessly.

"This is already settled, thanks to your father being a man, and if your father is a woman, he can't even mention the matter of repairing the grave today.

Because if the tomb is repaired, if the descendants of the old Fang family encounter any bad luck, they will definitely blame him, because the woman is a foreign surname. ”

"Then if you encounter a son who is not filial, the daughter can't repair the grave of her parents if she wants to?"

"But now people are open-minded and don't pay much attention to what they used to be, so it's okay to discuss and discuss. ”

"In the past, women were so pitiful, they had no power at all. Lan Caiyi sighed on the side.

"Actually, this is all the ignorant thinking of people in the past, for example, my surname is Fang, if this surname is really traced up, it may come from motherhood. Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Huh, this can't be, right?" Lan Caiyi said in surprise.

"Of course it is possible, because human beings were matriarchal in the first place, and at that time, people tended to know only their mothers and not their fathers.

Everything seems very confusing, and the blood relationship of many clans is not so clear, so, in order to explain more clearly that this clan is the descendant of a female ancestor, with a surname, it becomes a surname, and it becomes a symbol of the same blood relationship of this clan. ”

"Really, you didn't fool me?" Lan Caiyi looked embarrassed, the real history was unbelievable, so it was not ridiculous to say that these patriarchal societies insisted on.

"Why are you fooling, these can be found on the Internet, in fact, many traditions, if you really want to trace back to the source, it may just be a ridiculous reason or thing. ”

"Another example is our current habit of worshipping ancestors. Fang Yuan pointed to the paper money that was still burning in the distance.

……

Because they were afraid of causing a mountain fire, they sat on the hillside and waited until it was fully burned and filled with soil before they left.

On the way down the mountain, except for the little one, everyone was in a heavy mood.

When I was almost halfway there, my grandmother suddenly snorted softly.

Singing mountain songs, my heart is hot.

Drive the sheep up the hill.

There are beautiful scenery in the mountains and wilderness, and the goats that eat do not move.

Wave the whip and catch up the mountain one by one.

……

Grandma sang in a dialect tune, which was very good, Fang Yuan could barely hear what was not a sheep, and the eldest mother gradually began to open her mouth to echo her.

Just as the grandmother sang the sound again, the little guy suddenly opened his mouth and answered: "Yodl - Ay - EEE - Ooooo......"

She sang very well, but it was also very funny, and everyone laughed.

But Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi glanced at each other in surprise, because this was a very famous yodel singing method.

This style of singing originated in the Swiss Alps, and was used to call out to the sheep and cattle in the mountains, and she used it to pick up the songs of her grandmother, which can be said to be very appropriate.

Did the little guy understand what the grandmother was singing, or did he say that music has no borders and resonated with itself.