Following my father to the nearby mountains, the graves were usually placed in the woods near the village or on the distant mountains, of course, a few would be laid between the fields, and Jiang Yizhou's ancestors were on the mountains.

The hill is divided by the nearby villages, just like a field, and a grave is given to the family to whom the land belongs, which is nominally equivalent to buying, and everyone agrees with this method.

"Crunch... Crunch..."Stepping on the thick snow on the mountain, constantly making noises, Jiang Yizhou is wearing a pair of high-top cotton shoes, which looks very ugly, but the quality is excellent, in the practical countryside, this is the best choice.

"Eh, don't walk by, where is the grave of your grandfather and grandmother? You kid won't forget, right?" Jiang Maoqiang pulled the hat on Jiang Yizhou's down jacket and shouted.

Jiang Yizhou was speechless, he really forgot, mainly because he was dominated by the thinking of his previous life, and in his previous life, he didn't have much impression of his grandfather and grandmother who died early, he just cherished the living people.

"Your grandfather and grandmother died on the same day, and they happened to be buried together, so it's okay!" My father didn't care if Jiang Yizhou listened to it or not, and talked to himself about Yizhou's great-grandfather and great-grandmother, I don't know if I thought of my grandparents.

The two old men are also in poor health, they can't go far at all, and they often ask a few children to help from time to time, and now only Uncle Jiang Yizhou (not Jiang Maode's cousin's uncle) has a surplus house, so the old man has always lived with his uncle, and the other children give some money and send some things every month.

Jiang Yizhou's father is the eldest, that is to say, the two old men are almost seventy years old, and their bodies and bones are already weak, maybe when a snowstorm is cold, the flame of life will be extinguished in an instant, no one can say that it is not good, and this is not like being sick and having no money to treat, as long as the money is in place, life can be extended, but the oil is exhausted and the body is weak.

The father cleared a clearing in front of the grave, lit the paper money with a lighter, kowtowed three times, and then asked Jiang Yizhou to kneel down and kowtow, while he left a branch on the surrounding trees, and carefully picked up the paper money to let it burn fully without being broken.

The ancestors of the underworld would not want incomplete paper money, although it can't explain the paper money of the same style as the renminbi, or just simple paper money, which is different from the previous dynasties, why the underworld wants it, but it is such a custom.

"You stand far away, I'm going to light firecrackers!" The father waved Jiang Yizhou, untied the large plate of firecrackers, and immediately ran to Jiang Yizhou's side after lighting it, and the huge sound sounded in the rare mountain forest in this flat area, and the watchdog raised by the people at the foot of the mountain barked violently.

Jiang Yizhou couldn't help but sympathize, there are so many people who go to the grave during the New Year, it's really hard for those dogs who take care of the home.

Then the two of them burned some paper money for some other graves, but they didn't bow down and kowtow, and Jiang Maode's parents were also among them early, basically they all died in that special era, and the small firecrackers were not very powerful, and even the local dogs under the mountain were too lazy to bark.

Maybe it was because he was in this cemetery, there were hundreds of graves around, or he was infected by the solemnity of worship, Jiang Yizhou didn't say a few words from beginning to end, and followed his father down the mountain quietly and returned home.

"Come back, wash your hands, get ready to eat, let's start eating Chinese New Year's Eve at four o'clock, sit on the table first!" The mother had just returned from washing the vegetables from the pressurized water well, and when she saw the two coming back, she said a word and went into the kitchen again, and the second girl also helped light the fire in the kitchen.

In the house, charcoal was still burning, and there was a clay pot on top of the charcoal basin, and meat was being stewed inside, and the fragrance was overflowing, Jiang Yizhou suddenly swallowed his saliva, and Jiang Maoqiang also smiled at his son a little informally, "It's okay, if your son is hungry, eat two bites first, your mother won't say anything about you!"

Jiang Yizhou shook his head, didn't listen to his father's little bewitchment, took a large plate of firecrackers he bought when he came back, went outside, spread it out, and first shouted at the kitchen, "Mom, I'll set off firecrackers first!"

After the firecrackers were set off to eat the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Yizhou heard his mother answer, took the lighter he took from his father, lit it and hid behind the door like a frightened rabbit, and after a burst of firecrackers, he took the dishes and chopsticks and secretly ate the meat in the clay pot.

Jiang Yizhou felt that this firecracker was the end of the year and the beginning of the year, the hanging firecracker at the grave was to tell the ancestors, the hanging firecracker before the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was the beginning of the new year, the family happily ate the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, this year the family had money, bought two fireworks with a hundred rings, and various gadgets.

Jiang Yizhou liked this feeling very much, how long had it been since he had been home for the New Year in his previous life? He didn't want to count it, he was worried that once he went home, he couldn't bear to deceive his parents, but he didn't want to disappoint his parents, and he barely had some achievements when he was thirty, and he planned to follow his parents' wishes to go back to Jiangcheng near his hometown to work hard, and he went on like this, but there was an accident and he came to this era.

He also has a family here, a career, and more importantly, he will not disappoint his current parents anymore and will make them proud of himself.

"Hey, hey, hey, why is it not eating yet, isn't it not yet four o'clock?" said the mother, who put two dishes on the table with two dishes, and saw the two people feasting on the clay pot on the charcoal basin.

Father's eyes dodged, but Jiang Yizhou quibbled, "Mom, didn't I ask you?

"Don't talk to me here, go behind the stove and replace Erya," the mother said with a drink, and then said to the father, "And you, go press a few buckets of water and fill the water tank!"

Such a warm daily life made Jiang Yizhou a little intoxicated, and it also made him hate himself in his previous life, why did he live up to so many people's expectations? Why did he feel so inferior that he didn't dare to take even one step? Why didn't he work hard in his previous life?

Could it be that, like game theory, the appeal of games is the immediate sense of accomplishment and quantifiable level of effort, how much experience you can gain in an hour of fighting monsters, and how many levels you can level up, these are all obvious

In contrast, life is undoubtedly a game with a very poor game experience, perhaps because I know the many ways to succeed in this game of life! Those achievements that are attractive enough for people to move forward and succeed have become traceable in their own eyes, so if you don't work hard, it is better to die.

"Xiaoya, I'll cook the meeting for you, you go back to wash your face and wash your hands first, and wait for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner!"