Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Yongjin a few more words, and soon, the large army arrived at the destination Niutou Peak.

The ancestral grave of the old Yang family is buried in this area.

Old Yang Tou took his children and grandchildren and stopped in front of a tomb, and then began to tell Yang Hua'an, Yang Huazhou and others to go over to pull weeds for this tomb and cut down the extra dead branches on the grave.

Everyone was busy, and here, Sun took a few children and waited patiently on the side.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the tomb that was picked up and looked bigger than the graves on the side.

She turned her head and asked Sun, "Mother, which ancestor is buried in this tomb?" ”

Sun glanced over there and whispered, "Your great-grandfather, great-grandmother." ”

"Oh."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it turned out to be Lao Yangtou's parents.

Husband and wife are buried together!

"Mother, the small dirt slope next to the side, is it a grave or what?"

Yang Ruoqing looked at the collapsed dirt slope over there again, and asked Sun.

Intuitively, she felt that it should be a grave too.

But just now, I heard Lao Yang Tou instruct his children and grandchildren to throw all the dead branches and weeds that were cut down to that place.

If it is really a grave, then Lao Yangtou's approach is a little inappropriate.

The deceased is respected, you put all the things you don't want on other people's houses, aren't you afraid of that?

Heard Yang Ruoqing's question. Sun's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she immediately felt that there was something to do, and she asked even more.

Sun glanced at the busy old Yang family over there, gritted his teeth, and muttered a few words in Yang Ruoqing's ear.

"Huh? And this kind of thing? ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

Sun glanced at her, and whispered: "This is the matter of our old Yang family's ancestors, let's be the younger generation, it's better not to make a noise!" ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I know!" ”

She turned away, her eyes swept over the lonely grave again, then at the mass grave here, and shook her head secretly.

Be a woman, don't be a junior.

Regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, if Xiao San wants to defeat the original match, it is not something that ordinary people can do!

In the end, people are old and decrepit, men are not rare for you, and you haven't earned any fame, and you can't enter the ancestral tomb when you die.

Buried on the side, alone, he didn't leave a son and a half daughter.

The grave collapsed, and no one repaired it. During the New Year's holidays, there is no incense.

was looked down upon during his lifetime, and after his death, the grave had to be stepped on by the descendants of the children left by the original spouse, why bother?

However, then again, isn't the old Yang family farmers for generations? Why is Lao Yang Tou's father, can Lao Yang Tou still take a concubine?

Well, this is indeed the secret of the old Yang family, and when I go back, I must dig with my father!

Incense was burned, kowtowed, and artillery was fired.

Old Yang Tou stood in front of the grave, his old eyes were full of tears, and he muttered in his mouth, as if he was telling his father and mother who had been buried in the soil for a long time!

The others also hung their heads, did not gnaw, and listened silently.

The mountain wind is gusting, the sun is setting, and there is a different kind of bleak and lonely in the mountains.

Yang Ruoqing tightened the clothes on her body, and some wanted to go back.

Fortunately, at this time, Lao Yang finally waved his hand: "It's almost, let's go down the mountain!" ”

……

When the group returned to the village, it was twilight.

In front of him was the gate of Lao Yang's house, and Lao Yang walked straight forward with a group of children and grandchildren.

Behind him, Sun led his three children and turned into the small alley on the side.

If the family is separated, you can't enter through the main gate of Lao Yang's house, unless there are special circumstances.

In Yang Huazhong's house, the voice of the old grandson and Yang Huazhong talking came from.

Yang Ruoqing secretly hooked the corners of her lips.

It's good to have Gagong here, don't worry about Daddy's loneliness this day, and it's difficult to drink saliva.

"Qing'er, you take your two younger brothers to rest, and your mother goes to boil water and cook dinner." Sun said.

"Mother, it's better for you to take your younger brothers to rest, I'll serve dinner!" Yang Ruoqing proposed.

"It's good!"

So, the mother went his separate ways.

Yang Ruoqing added cold water to the crockpot.

On the stove, embedded in the middle of two pots for cooking rice and stir-frying, there are three large and small clay pots.

These crockpots are very useful.

It can be used to boil water for the family to drink and bathe.

It can also be used to hold rice soup, stew soup or something.

There was one of the largest clay pots, which would later be used to boil pig food.

Yang Ruoqing considered that everyone was sweating when they climbed the mountain, and they had to take a hot bath at night, so they filled all the large and small clay pots with water.

What do you want to eat at night?

She began to ponder again.

A little tired and didn't want to bother too much.

I suddenly thought of going back to the market and weighing the ten catties of wheat flour that came back.

Yang Ruoqing went back to the house and scooped up six servings, and took two eggs, planning to treat her family by sticking onion egg cakes at night.

Beat two eggs into the wheat flour, a handful of chopped green onion foam, sprinkle in a little salt star, then exchange for cold water and start stirring.

Because it is a thin paste, it resembles a dough of the kind of soft cake.

So, there is no need to knead the dough, just stir them into a semi-liquid liquid.

Then stuff the firewood into the stove and heat the pot.

Pick up the loofah naan and dip it in some rapeseed oil, and brush it neatly around the bottom of the pot to ensure that it is not sticky.

Next, scoop the egg dough and pour it into the pot.

It is poured like a fried egg, from top to bottom along the mouth of the pan, in a circle......

The egg mixture is baked at a high temperature and quickly condenses into a solid and adheres to the pot noodles.

Yang Ruoqing estimated the heat, picked up the spatula and picked up both sides of the egg cake, and then put her hands together, like drying quilts, and adjusted the sides of them.

It seems to be a simple side adjustment, but in fact, it is the most test of hand speed and skill.

Hehe, the single dog's hand speed is extremely fast, Yang Ruoqing is in tune, and she slips away!

Huge round omelettes, whole up, without breaking at all.

Moreover, the side that was attached to the pot before has taken on just the right amount of golden color.

Playing with all the liquid in the basin, there is already a thick stack of egg cakes in the small dustpan on the pot table.

Fragrant and hot, eggs and green onions are dotted among them, just one glance is enough to arouse people's appetite.

It's folded like a small quilt, stacked neatly.

Considering that chewing the dough cake like this is a bit monotonous, Yang Ruoqing took some mother-in-law and shepherd's cabbage that she pickled some time ago, chopped it, put some soy sauce, vinegar, and dried spicy seeds, and made it into an appetizing side dish.

In this way, when eating, you can take a bite of the bread and a bite of spicy dishes.

You can also wrap spicy vegetables in the dough!

When she brought the bread and spicy dishes to the next room, she just caught up with Yang Huazhong to ask about the unpleasant trouble between Yang Ruoqing and Da'an and the people in the second room halfway up the mountain today.

"The second brother is too unreasonable, this is the second time I want to be rough with my child! An elder, how can this be! ”

Yang Huazhong's face was gloomy and very displeased.