In March, the Qingming Festival.

The sky was still gray, and there was no daylight. The Liang family has already washed and tidied up and is ready to go. Those who were busy preparing for the first few days may not have slept for two hours that night, and they are all sleepy.

The day has just been a little pale, and the Liang family of Bailai is traveling together, which is quite powerful.

At the front, the Yin and Yang Fangshi of the clan carried a black soul banner on each side, on which the Danzhu red gold depicted the heavens, gods, earth, people, domains, and ghosts. God sits upright, surrounded by the heavens, merciful and compassionate; people walk the world, birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger and sorrow; ghosts go to the realm, check and snoop, and envy the evil heavens. The banner is painted with reincarnation karmic fire, which rises from the lower end of hell and spreads to the bottom of the heavenly throne.

The first formation is the nearest child of the family, about twenty horsemen. Liang Lao was in the first sedan chair of the first team, and Liang Yi'an and Liang Qian rode horses on both sides of the sedan chair.

Behind the first formation, there are eight troikas of the descendants of the family, and the elders in front and the juniors in the back. There are restrictions on civilian specifications, and they are not expensive for flashiness, but they are also very clean and comfortable. The curtain is fresh and pure, the land peony potion hibiscus, the sky is white and the crane is green. Ru Sanshui and Liang Yunshu and A Bao are in the same car, and it is the fifth.

Behind the wagon procession were wheelbarrows and ox carts driven by porters, carrying livestock sacrifices, gold paper and yellow money, and jade silk for longevity. And then to the back are the musicians and handymen. The long incense with a thick waist, two meters high, weighs as much as a beam and pillar of a house, a total of nine, and five people carefully carry one, and these forty-five people walk slowly, so they are behind.

Then there are the children who are farther away, and there are some juniors who follow behind to watch the lively play. Separated by the long distance of the large team in front, there are horsebacks, cars, sedan chairs and walks, scattered. The burden of the festival is not on their turn, and they don't want to be placed on any responsibility. In this early spring, it is not fragrant to the bamboo tube cake or it is not fun to throw the pot, what to do to make up for it, trouble yourself.

There was also a group of people, hired coachmen, who carried the masonry and sand for the repair of the old tomb, and set off at dawn with the craftsmen, just in time for the festival to be over.

After walking for about an hour, we finally arrived at the foot of Longshan Mountain. Just as I was about to go up the mountain, the sky that was already bright suddenly turned cloudy for some reason. In the first formation of the team, the Yin and Yang priests of the sacrifice of the clan stopped and went to the sedan chair of the old man Liang to ask for instructions.

"If there is a ghost qi at work, should the formation be set up to destroy the law first, or the sacrifice first? If the formation is arranged first, I am afraid that it will affect the ancestral spirit position and affect the tomb qi of Changlong. If the sacrifice is made first, there is no guarantee of the safety of the living, and the sacrifice may also be eaten by these troubled wild ghosts. ”

After thinking for a while, the old man replied: "Maybe it's the wild soul that was hidden before dawn, and accidentally bumped into the sacrificial ceremony, let's see if you can please leave." If not, put the safety of the living first. ”

Ru Sanshui opened the sedan curtain and looked ahead, not knowing what was happening, only that the team suddenly stopped after the sky turned cloudy. "Are you afraid of the rain? She asked herself.

A few people went up the mountain first, and the team rested at the foot of the mountain. After a while, Ru Sanshui faintly heard the murmuring of a spell coming ethereally, and a flash of red electric light flashed on the mountainside.

She thought that when she was dazzled, the sky in front of her seemed to open a gap, and the gloomy sky began to brighten from this gap.

The long line then began to move again. The carriage and sedan chair can go to the position of the mountain road 41, where there is the small mountain villa of the Liang family, where the porters wait. Everyone who wants to go to the sacrifice has to walk the steep mountain road of 42 to reach the ancestral tomb of the Liang family.

When the sacrifice began, it was another half an hour after the ascent of the mountain. The musician mourns, the paper lotus is burned into ashes in the basin, and the gold and jade satin and meat and vegetarian offerings are offered to the altar.

The long incense is fixed on both sides, because there is a mountain wind, the fire is a little big after being lit, and the smoke is uncomfortable. Liang Qian and Liang Yihe next to him happened to be downwind, coughing back and forth, tears falling down like real mourning. So the two laughed at each other while shedding tears.

Sanshui passed by Old Man Liang's side, and vaguely heard what Fang Shi said: "It's not good stubble, let a few go." ”

There was no beginning or tail before and after these words, Ru Sanshui didn't understand it, so she didn't take it to heart.

Her mind was on the sacrificial ceremony. This is her long-standing wish, as a descendant of the Liang family, worship the ancestors of the Liang family, thank the children and grandchildren for the grace of shading, and thank the parents for the grace of adoption.

It was important to her, but for the children of other generations, this kind of thing was really boring and stereotypical, listless and reluctant to worship and knock, and stay up until the end of the festival. The older members of the clan couldn't stand the hard work, so they rested at the small mountain villa at the foot of the mountain, and returned at noon. When you are young, you are energetic, so you naturally want to go green, that is, you are playing blindly in the mountains and wilderness.

Sanshui saw that it was windy on the mountain in early spring, so he went back to the carriage and fetched a pelican kite and beckoned Ah Bao to come over.

After running, it took a lot of effort to fly the kite and hand it over to Bao. Po ran without discipline, turned in circles, but didn't wrap himself around, but the thread was stuck on the stick.

Sanshui found a small tree on the side, wrapped the thread around the fork of the tree, and the kite was still flying. She didn't care about the kite, she lowered her head and managed the string.

Ah Bao tugged on Sanshui's sleeve, and Sanshui turned his head: "What's wrong?" Ah Bao pointed to the lake: "Brother Liang Qian." ”

Ru Sanshui looked in the direction, four or five flat boats, one of which had no one to support, Liang Qian lay on the boat, dressed in comfortable cotton blue clothes and the color of the lake, with his feet facing the sky, holding a tender wicker in his mouth, floating with the water, sleeping fragrantly, and not panicking.

Ah Bao blocked the sunlight with his little hand on his forehead, and tiptoed to look at the boat in the center of the lake: "What is Brother doing?"

Ru Sanshui: "I finally found a gap to run away, sleeping in the middle of the lake, so that people who have something to do can't call him, and he's lazy." ”

Po's attention turned elsewhere. After a while, the kite string was untied, Ru Sanshui handed the spool to Bao, but Bao didn't answer, biting his finger, and pointing behind her with the other hand: "Sister, is this tree a locust tree?"

Ru Sanshui turned around: "Yes." Po: "Then why doesn't it have flowers?"

"There is still a month to bloom, and after I went back, I waited for more than April, and my sister picked locust flowers for Bao to eat. ”

Po took the kite string and replied happily, "Okay!"

I had lunch at the cottage and frolicked for a quarter of an hour. When he was about to return one after another, Liang Qian probed his head in front of the villa to find Ru Sanshui in the crowd.

Ru Sanshui walked over from the rear: "What are you looking for?"

Liang Qian took a small step forward, probably frightened: "Oh oh, oh, look for you, look for you." That lake on the mountainside, you know, the water is very clear and sweet. I thought about it for a long time, and it was just right to use it to burn porcelain. ”

Ru Sanshui was a little confused by his turn of topic: "How do you think about burning porcelain?"

Liang Qian was full of interest: "I think the bamboo Xun I cut for you last time is still not very good, think about it, is it more appropriate to make a porcelain? I've got enough water to be brought back. ”

Ru Sanshui's eyes looked at him unconsciously a little shiny: "Okay, let's do it together, make a pair." But it's not easy to burn porcelain, and you have to stick to it. ”