During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls

The annual Qingming Festival is here again, and on this day, people in Qingshan will sweep the graves of their deceased relatives.

The ancestral graves of the Zhang family in Moon Lake are all on a barren mountain in the back mountain, where the ancestors and clansmen of the Zhang family are buried.

According to the old people, this is a typical hidden dragon crypt, and the feng shui is very good.

It is precisely because of this that the Zhang family can survive in peace and security for hundreds of years by this beautiful Moon Lake, even if they have experienced several huge disasters, they are still in danger, even during the Great Famine, they also rely on the fish and shrimp in the Moon Lake, and the wild animals in Qinglong Mountain to survive.

Therefore, every year on the Qingming Festival, every household will prepare incense and candle offerings and come to the ancestral tomb to worship the ancestors.

In fact, Zhang Feng knows that what everyone is grateful for is not the feng shui here, but the vision of the ancestors, who migrated thousands of miles from other provinces to this land of fish and rice with mountains and rivers, so that the clansmen can rely on the fertile land here to feed their families and multiply.

Therefore, worshipping ancestors is not only to commemorate them, but also to thank them for their contributions to future generations.

"Is Xiaofeng's everything ready?" Because of the Qingming Festival, my mother didn't do business today, so she spent the festival with everyone at home.

"Mom, it's all ready!" Zhang Feng nodded with a smile.

"Hehe, that's good, then you guys go quickly, remember to come back early for lunch. Mother said slightly.

"Let's go, brother!"

"Mom, we're leaving!!"

"Go ahead, remember to come back early!"

After saying goodbye to their mother, the brother and sister walked to the back mountain with incense, candles and fruits.

As soon as he walked to the foot of the back mountain, Zhang Feng received a call from Zhang Yi.

"Brother, when are you going to sweep the grave?"

"Haha, we have all arrived at the foot of the mountain, you kid is coming quickly, Xiaoyue and I are waiting for you here. Zhang Feng smiled and said.

"Ah, my brother, you don't call me when you leave, you must wait for me, I'll come right away. Zhang Yi just got up, wiped his face indiscriminately, packed up the incense and candles in the back basket, and hurriedly ran to the back mountain.

Along the way, the three of them also met a lot of people, it seems that everyone is very active in sweeping the tomb, many people are carrying pastries and fruits and other tributes, which in previous years, only rich families can offer.

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"Ah, it's finally here!!" About a quarter of an hour, the three siblings finally arrived at Grandpa's grave.

A one-meter-eight tombstone, on which is written the tomb of Zhang Gong xxx, next to it are the names of children and grandchildren.

"Little sister, come and kowtow to grandpa, and let the old man bless you to be admitted to Shuimu or Yanjing!" Zhang Feng said with a chuckle.

Zhang Yue rolled her eyes suddenly, but she still knelt down obediently and kowtowed to her grandfather a few times.

"Hehe, don't you see that Zhang Yi kowtowed well last year, and only then did he find a girlfriend with the blessing of the old man?" Zhang Feng said jokingly.

"I'll go, eldest brother, did you also find Sister Yiyi because you kowtowed?" Zhang Yi couldn't help it, and asked angrily.

The three brothers and sisters actually made fun of the old man, and they were not afraid that the old man would talk to them.

After worshipping their grandparents, Zhang Feng and the three of them sped up again, and after an hour, they finally finished worshipping all the ancestral tombs of the big house.

"Okay, let's go back!" After being busy for more than an hour, Zhang Feng and the others were also a little tired, and they were about to break their heads when they kowtowed.

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Back at home, her mother, Wang Guilan, was preparing dyed glutinous rice in the yard, which is the standard for the Qingming Festival in Qingshan, and she has to eat it every year.

Yellow dye is to boil the yellow flower juice, and then take out some impurities and filter to get the yellow dye color, then soak the glutinous rice with the yellow-orange dye as before, and the glutinous rice can be fished out when dyed with yellow juice.

This is how Moon Lake yellow sticky rice is made.

In ethnic minority villages, people also make five-color glutinous rice, in addition to yellow, purple, red, black, and finally white.

Red dye and purple dye are obtained by boiling the same plant. The leaves are longer, the color of the boiled rice is stronger, and the rice soaked in this water becomes purple, and the leaves are rounder, the color of the boiled rice is lighter, and the rice soaked out is bright red.

Black glutinous rice, mash it with maple leaves (try to choose some tender) in a utensil, put an appropriate amount of water in this way for 30 minutes, soak for about 10 hours, and then remove the leaf residue to get a black dye. At this time, the black dye juice can be directly used to soak the glutinous rice, soak it for 7 or 8 hours, and then the glutinous rice can be fished out when it is dyed with black juice.

White glutinous rice is the glutinous rice itself, which does not need to be dyed, washed and then soaked for a period of time to remove and cook.

"Well, it's so fragrant! when can Mom eat it?"

As soon as the little gluttonous cat Zhang Yue entered the door, she smelled the unique fragrance of yellow glutinous rice, and she wanted to eat it when she screamed.

"You're the most greedy, it's still early! Go wash your hands and eat right away!" Zhang Mu said with a chuckle.

"I know Mom!" Zhang Feng came to the edge of the pool, took a large basin of water, and wiped a handful of sweat, which was a lot more refreshing.

At noon, the eldest sister casually made two side dishes, and a cabbage tofu soup with some chopped green onions on top, and asked if it was really good.

After running on the mountain all morning, Zhang Feng and Xiaoyue were hungry, Zhang Feng ate three bowls, and the little girl did not eat less, two large bowls of rice, and a big bowl of soup were eaten cleanly.

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"Brother Crazy, Sister Xiaoyue, I'm here!!" After lunch, Zhang Feng and Xiaomei sat in the yard folding vegetables, and the little duck walked in with a smile while eating a glutinous rice ball.

"Why are you here? Aren't at home to help mom and dad with housework??"

The Qingming Festival is still very lively in the village, last year made money, whenever there is a festival to come, everyone has a more grand time, every time it is a big fish and meat, a large table of sumptuous meals, so at this time at noon, every household is busy preparing.

"Oh, I want to help too, but my dad doesn't want me to help!" said the little one.

"What's wrong? Did you do it another favor?" Zhang Feng knew that something bad must have happened to this guy, otherwise how could he be kicked out by Uncle Erniu.

"Hee-hee, how do you know, madman?" the little guy touched the back of his head embarrassedly.

It turned out that Uncle Erniu caught a chicken and tied it in the yard, ready to make a chicken stew with mushrooms at night, but who knew that he was let go by the little duck, and Uncle Erniu was inside and outside the yard, and it took half an hour to catch it again.

So the angry Uncle Er Niu went crazy, and the duckling was driven out and exiled for 300 meters.