The next day, the wind that had been howling all night finally subsided.

Ji Yu took away the little hand that Dabao had grabbed on her waist all night, stepped lightly on the kang, walked to the window and lifted the linoleum to look out, sure enough.

It's snowing, it's still a lot of snow.

On the ground, on the rooftops, and on the treetops, all changed into thick silver, and only a vast white remained between heaven and earth.

This snow is what people have been looking forward to for a long time, but it will really pick the time, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, the time of the old and the new, how good it will fall after the New Year.

But complaining is complaining, no matter what, the year is always going to pass.

As the sky grew brighter, the sound of firecrackers rang out throughout the village.

Dabao was awakened, sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes for a while, and began to clumsily get dressed.

The clothes he is now being trained by Ji Yu are all worn by himself, but the cotton clothes are too thick, he wears one trouser leg, and the other leg can't reach in, Ji Yu walked over to help him put it on.

After the two washed, they were not busy eating breakfast, the rule of Dafeng Village, they had to go to the grave on the morning of the Chinese New Year's Eve, that is, to worship their ancestors.

Although Ji Yu said that she couldn't treat Ji Lianbai and Wei's as her biological parents, after all, she took up the body of someone else's daughter, and she should also take on the responsibility of being a child.

He wrapped his scarf around him and put gloves on him, wrapped him in an old leather around his legs, and then put on the sacrificial basket he had prepared in advance, locked the door, and the two set off towards the grave mountain.

In this era, the per capita cultivated land area is small, and the land is particularly precious, so only a few relatives choose to be buried in the field when they die, there are many mountains around Dafeng Village, there is no vegetation and beasts in the southwest, and there is a bare mountain, which gradually becomes the best choice for burial, and the people in the village call it the grave mountain.

When I went out, I found that the belated snow was not falling, and it was amazing, and the depth was almost so deep that Ji Yu's legs were bent, and it was very difficult to walk when she pulled out a pit.

Not to mention Dabao's little radish head, if you accidentally step into a depression, it is estimated that you won't even be able to see people.

Ji Yu didn't want to take him with him, but Dabao didn't want to stay at home by himself, so Ji Yu could only hand him the sacrificial basket and hold it, and then picked him up and walked forward, fighting with the turtle slowly.

The snow did not stop, and from time to time one or two small goose feathers fell from the sky and fell on the top of Ji Yu's head.

Dabao's empty hand was thrown off for her, and she dropped one by one.

Ji Yu was afraid that he would freeze his hands, so he asked him to put on his gloves, but Dabao seemed to be addicted to it and didn't listen to her at all.

From the north of the village to the south of the village, the distance is not close, and the road is full of people who go to the grave in the wind and snow. Ancestor worship is a big thing, not to mention the snow, even the knife in the sky can't be forgotten.

Ji Yu relied on her memory to find the Ji family's cemetery, and was a little speechless when she arrived at the place.

The people of the Ji family had obviously been here before her, and there was fire paper in front of each grave that had not been burned out and then soaked with snow water.

There are also in front of Ji Lianbai's grave, but compared with the large pile of burned black ash in front of other graves, it is obviously less than one-tenth, like the remaining fire paper.

Wei's grave was even more empty, and there was nothing.

Ji Yu's heart was full of fire.

The Ji family is constantly operating every day, and even the last grave can think of the Fa!

Although she was separated from the Ji family, Ji Liansong and the Wei family are still the sons and daughters-in-law of the Ji family.

How much hatred is there to do this to two deceased people?

Ji Lianbai, his own son, was a brother demon when he was alive, he was oppressed by his family, and when he died, he was also sent away as a flower.

Wei has been diligent and hardworking since she entered the Ji family, and Ren Kang's wife has never said a word no matter how difficult it is, but she has suffered a lot alive, and no one will take her as the Ji family when she dies.

If she hadn't come today, there wouldn't have been anyone who had burned a piece of paper to sweep Wei's tomb, compared to the excitement next to her, how bleak it was.

Although she thinks that burning paper is ridiculous, people die like lights going out, and no matter how much paper money is burned, it can't be spent in the underworld. But this is a rule handed down from the ancestors, and if you don't steam steamed buns, you always have to fight for breath.

I made up my mind to wait for the spring to bloom after the New Year, pick a suitable opportunity, and simply move the grave of the couple.

Anyway, Ji Lianbai had already figured it out when he was alive,

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It was Kang Pozi who refused to let the family separate, and now moving them out of the Ji family's cemetery can be regarded as a kind of fulfillment.

Ji Yu picked up a broken branch, pulled aside the handful of black ash in front of Ji Liansong's grave, took out the paper money she prepared from the basket, and out of some naïve thoughts, she took more than the Ji family, and lit it in front of Ji Liansong and Wei's graves respectively.

After a pause, he took out another portion and placed it on the side of Wei's grave.

This is for Ji Yu, if she has a spirit in the sky, she should come to her parents.

As usual, firecrackers are still set off, Ji Yu actually doesn't dare to touch this kind of thing, but she doesn't want Ji Liansong and Wei's to live as well as other "ghosts" of the Ji family, so she has to bite the bullet.

The firecrackers in this period are not as exaggerated as the plates in later generations, they are generally shorter, and they are thin and small when taken apart individually, which shows that the gunpowder filled is not much and is not pure, and Ji Yu's courage has only strengthened a little.

Let Dabao stand far away, she put the firecracker on the ground, covered her ears with one hand, and lit it with the fire fold with the other hand.

After two or three more tries, I didn't succeed, and when I caught a glimpse of the paper money that was still burning, I realized that I had done it

Folly.

Wouldn't it be nice to throw it on the fire?

The firecrackers finally sounded, and Ji Yu was about to cry stupidly by herself.

She squatted in front of the grave, carrying the paper money with a wooden stick, so that what was pressed underneath could be burned through.

In fact, I wanted to say something from my heart to Ji Lianbai and Wei, but I didn't know what to say for a while.

After the burn, the bottom layer was already soaked in snow, and watching the last flame slowly extinguish, Ji Yu pulled Dabao away.

After walking for a while, I went around to the back of the mountain, where there was a mess full of dirt bags, and there was no pattern in the burial, all of which were the graves of widows and widows in the village.

Some of them also erect a wooden sign in front of the grave, on which are written names, but as the years go by, many words can no longer be seen clearly.

There was nothing in front of the graves, and the dirt bags were almost flattened.

Along the way, there were fireworks and firecrackers on every cemetery, and when I arrived here, it was silent, and I couldn't even see a spark.

Dabao's grandfather is buried here.

Ji Yu had asked someone in advance, so she found it without much trouble.

burned a bunch of paper money, and in the end there was still some left, and Ji Yu evened out some of the other graves.

Dabao shouldn't have understood the meaning of going to the grave, and he may not even know what is buried under these dirt bags.

From just now to now, he will leave when he walks, stop when he stops, he is patiently waiting for her to finish his work, and then take him home.

"Dabao, this is ...... It's your grandfather. ”

Dabao glanced at the grave bag she was pointing to, and turned his head, with no emotion on his face.

"Your grandfather, remember?"

Dabao just listened, not nodding or shaking his head.

Ji Yu didn't know what to say to understand him, perhaps, it was too early to tell him this?

But kowtow is always necessary.

However, no matter how she compared, Dabao just refused to kneel, and on the way here, he met those kneeling and kowtowing to him, and specially pointed it out to him......

Ji Yu had no choice, and she couldn't press her head to force him to kneel.

"You, your knees are quite hard, even grandpa refuses to kneel, who else do you want to kneel?"

Ji Yu muttered, seeing that it was not too early, she picked up Dabao and went down the mountain.

As soon as she arrived at the entrance of the village, she sensed that something was wrong.

The village, which was originally peaceful except for the sound of whipping and exploding, is now full of people scurrying around, like headless flies, even if it is the New Year, you don't need to be excited like this, right?

As soon as I was thinking about the question mark, I saw Hu Liang running in this direction.

"But, I can count on finding you!" Hu Liang stopped in front of them, snorting and panting with his legs.

"What are you looking for us to do, early in the morning, something?"

"Don't talk about that yet." Hu Liang relieved himself, took Dabao from her back, ignored Dabao's resistance, hugged it and ran, shouting Ji Yu to follow as he ran.

Ji Yu didn't know where to go, so she could only follow.

It wasn't until I entered the village that I ran away

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