The spring breeze in March is still a little chilly, and after a while, it will be a beautiful spring. When the time comes, shoots will sprout on the branches, and new green will emerge from the ground.

Thinking quietly, when I walked through, it was after the Qingming Festival. At that time, the four sisters and brothers were not full of food and clothing, and the second sister was almost sold. It's good to come over by yourself, otherwise these three little ones will be frustrated to death.

Today, Jing Jing is going back to Qingshan Village to sweep the grave. Because Jiaming did not come back for the New Year, only she and her fourth sister Jiayue returned to Qingshan Village today. Accompanied by Tong Feng and Leng Qiu, Leng Yue, and Xia He. Thinking quietly, when passing by the county seat, I went to see the second sister at ease, and by the way, I also let the four members of the Tong family see each other.

The carriage departed early, and there was no delay along the way, and it was not yet noon when it arrived at the county seat. The group went directly to Anxin's house, and the three sisters saw each other, so they were naturally close. Now, Anxin has been pregnant for more than five months. Quietly, her complexion is not bad, her eyebrows and eyes are full of joy, and she wants to live a good life. Seeing that she has a big belly and has to take care of the house and shop, I am a little worried that she will be tired and sad. It was temporarily decided to leave the sister-in-law Tong behind, and then go back to Fucheng after giving birth with peace of mind. I asked Sister-in-law Tong, and Sister-in-law Tong was willing. Today, Chunlan works beside the second lady. A few years ago, the second lady was in charge, and she promised her a long-term companion by her uncle's side, and her life was also wishful and beautiful. She stayed to take care of the second lady, and she happened to be able to see her daughter often, so she was naturally happy.

After lunch, bidding farewell to the reluctant second sister and reassuring, the group rushed to Qingshan Village, and when they entered the village, the sun was about to set.

Today's wind is a little strong, and on the main road at the entrance of the village, there are many children playing with windmills. When they saw a carriage entering the village, they all hid on the side of the road and watched the excitement. When I saw these children, I couldn't help but think of my younger siblings when they were young. At that time, they had never been so comfortable running around like crazy. They are forced by life, and they grow up early. They have never had a childhood, nor have they ever enjoyed the pleasures of childhood. So that their temperament is mature and indifferent, they can face everything calmly, deal with it calmly, and be sensible but distressing. These are all regrets in the quiet heart, irreparable regrets.

Ordered Leng Qiu to take out two boxes of pastries from the car and distribute them to the children, and then the carriage drove home.

During the Qingming Festival, the snow in the field has already melted, and some diligent people have begun to transport manure to the field, and some people are picking up firewood at the foot of the mountain.

In the past few years, the quiet sisters and brothers have only occasionally come back to live for a few days, and the rest of the time are in the county seat or the city. Today's four sisters and brothers are no longer the time when they had a meal and a worry, and there was no tile to cover their bodies. In the eyes of the villagers, they have long been different. Now the children in the second room of the An family have a house, a shop, a car, a land, a slave, the only male, and fame, which is no longer the same. They went from envy to jealousy, from jealousy to admiration, and finally only awe and admiration.

Especially Quiet, who is the eldest sister, not only fights for a family business. also trained his only younger brother to be a showman, which is incomparable to many men. Therefore, seeing the quiet, they were all extraordinarily polite.

Father Fang and Mother Fang were extremely happy to see the eldest lady and the fourth lady come back. Fang's mother specially prepared a large table and a sumptuous dinner.

After eating the dinner prepared by Fang's mother, the two sisters went to bed early. After all, coming out early in the morning, it's been a toss for a short day, and people are a little tired. When I was about to go to sleep, I still thought that I had gone to the mountains to hunt for a living, and it would be a big day. Not to mention the hard work, it was always accompanied by danger, and I didn't feel very tired at that time. Now that life is better, there is no shortage of food and clothing, and there is no worry about money, people have become much more squeamish, but after a day's carriage, they feel tired. It's really in response to the old saying: It's easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it's hard to go from luxury to thrift!

It's night, starry. The mischievous cold wind occasionally blew through the window lattice, making a crackling sound. On the warm fire in the house, the two sisters slept deeply. Maybe it was some kind of sweet dream, and the corners of their mouths were filled with sweet smiles.

During the Qingming Festival, the villagers generally go to the graves of their ancestors, that is, to sweep the tombs during the Qingming Festival. The so-called tomb sweeping is to add some soil to the tomb, burn some paper money for the ancestors underground, and if conditions permit, put some tribute, water and wine.

The paper money burned can be bought ready-made from the paper shop, or you can buy paper and make it yourself at home. Most wealthy families will buy ready-made ones, but most of the bankers make their own. Buy a stack of large papers, go home and sit on the kang to cut out the pattern of copper coins, and fold them to be the paper money burned in the grave.

The quiet family is not short of money, but the paper money and sacrifices used to go to the grave every year are made by a few people, which is a kind of longing for their parents.

In the morning, after a simple breakfast, the two sisters walked to the cemetery with baskets and shovels.

The custom here is that only men can enter the cemetery and go to the grave to worship their ancestors. But quiet doesn't care about any rules, and in the past few years, several sisters and brothers have come to the grave. This year, Jiaming is not there, and Xin'er is pregnant again, so only she and Jiayue are going to the grave.

For this era of attaching importance to the inheritance of men and women, there is no good feeling for quietness. Because, almost everywhere in life, it is reaffirming the superiority of men and the inferiority of women. No matter how incompetent or unbearable a man is, he can hold his chest high and strutt in front of a woman. Even though the woman was talented and surpassed the man.

Because of the loss of relations with Lao An's family, Tranquility moved his parents' graves aside. Several sisters and brothers also come to the grave every year to worship. The people in the village also talked about it at first, thinking that this quietness broke the rules left by the older generation. However, after all, the people living in the village are all outsiders, and there are no clans or clans, so it's just a matter of talking, and no one will really take care of it, and it won't hinder their own affairs anyway.

The cemetery in Qingshan Village is set aside for public use in the village. When the two sisters arrived, there were already crowds of people walking back and forth. Some came early, and they had already burned the paper and went back. There are also those who have just arrived, like the two sisters, and those who are kneeling in front of the grave and burning.

The cemetery was on a small hillside, not very high, surrounded by many locust trees and willows, and a man's height of barren grass. The two sisters came all the way up the gentle slope to the grave of their father. First, they removed the weeds by hand, and then dug up some new soil with a shovel and filled it on the grave. Only then did he place the tributes one by one, lit three pillars of incense and inserted them in front of the grave, and began to kneel in front of the grave to burn paper money.

The two sisters cut a lot of paper money, and folded ingots and gold bricks. They thought that when this father and mother were alive, they had never had a good life. Now burn more paper money ingots or something, so that they can have more money underground. If you want to buy anything, you won't be short of money. The strong smell of roasted paper accompanied by the sadness that cannot be dissolved wafted on this small hillside. Neither sister spoke, just burned paper money and was silent.