The woodland of Xinghua Village is bustling with activity. Offering tables are placed in front of some large and small graves, and offerings such as chicken, fish, meat, eggs, sweets, and pastries are placed. The mounds were filled with green smoke and drifted away in the cold winter twilight. From time to time, strings of firecrackers exploded, and confetti was scattered on the barren mound and dead grass.

The joy of the New Year has been shrouded in people's faces, and there is a smile between the eyebrows. The babies ran up and down the ground and haunted the dense graves, burning the coins made with 100-yuan bills, and pressing grave paper on the graves of their own families. After that, they still have to work hard to light paper and whip. The adults were busy pouring wine and worshipping and kowtowing with their cubs. In their spare time, they gathered together in groups of three or five, leaving aside the strange deeds of their ancestors that they were accustomed to telling in previous years, and talked with relish about the two things that had just happened in the village, one was the arrest of the late child, and the other was the return home to visit relatives after labor and the autumn equinox. The two things are naturally compared together, and some emotions are added out of thin air. There is not only the pride and self-promise of being honest to their own cubs, but also the warning and education of the next generation. Especially on a three-wheeled motorcycle that had just driven into the village, on which sat the police officer who had gone to the Winter Solstice Restaurant to investigate the scene, the talk of the villagers became more and more splashed on Wansheng.

When the sour apricot family rushed over, Zhenshuyi's family had just arrived. The figures of the graves are still shaking, shuttling endlessly. Some people are still huddled together to talk about the matter, as a way to pass the rest of the time. Seeing that Sour Xing's family came over, and there were worried and ashamed sour dates inside, people stopped talking about it and greeted each other from afar. A bright scenery suddenly appeared in the barren ancestral temple. It is the labor and autumn equinox in military uniforms, one blue and one green, two shadows, eye-piercing through the crowd, greeting this one, handing cigarettes and lighting fires to that one. The two behaved affectionately and talked appropriately, which made people feel that they had never left Xinghua Village, as if they had been living by their side. At the same time, they reminded the people of Xinghua Village all the time that the two of them were eagles with wings flying high. It's just a charity to take care of this hot land, and to care for this group of stupid birds and chicken-like folks.

Immediately, the people surrounded the labor and the autumn equinox, nodded and took the cigarettes handed by the two, and answered with a very flattering ingredient in eagerness. Every time I get an answer or a willingness from the two of them, I look very satisfied, with a full smile on my face. There are also people who teach their little cubs in front of everyone that they must learn from the two of them, and never fool around with people who are not promising. Such words are precisely referred to again. It made the sour jujube blush and ashamed even more, unable to raise his head, and unable to see anyone.

Zhenshu was not in a hurry and instructed his children and grandchildren to place the offering table and place the offerings. He sat in front of the grave of his ancestor, looking at the figure of the autumn equinox, and smoking a cigarette comfortably. He no longer uses a dry tobacco pouch, but rather comically pinching the cigarette he brought back from the autumnal equinox. He pursed his lips and took a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then exhaling slowly. Although this kind of smoking method can not be wasted at all, the e-liquid produced in the cigarette can be intercepted by the lungs, but the cigarette burns very quickly, and it burns to the root in a short time. Zhenshu did not snuff it out, but took out another one from his pocket, connected it to the cigarette butt that was about to burn out, and continued to spit out clouds.

Under the command of Sixi, the preliminary work of the Zhenshu family's worship has been completed. Just waiting for Zhenshu to lay wine and food, the whole family is good to burn paper and whip to kowtow. Zhenshu said loudly, what about the hurry, the Quartet said that he wanted to rush back to the tomb of the previous year, and the winter solstice was still in the restaurant and did not come, so he waited, and then burned the paper and put the whip when everyone was together. He raised his voice high, and his pitch dragged long. It not only has an old lady's tone, but also allows everyone in the ancestral forest to hear the old lady's voice. So, the family sat around Zhenshu, stretched their necks together, adjusted their eyes, and concentrated on rotating around the figure of the autumn equinox.

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