Wu Xiuhua thought that the younger brother bought paper from the Qingming Festival in the car.

In the past four festivals, she would go back to her parents' house to burn paper to worship her ancestors. Even before her younger brother got married, she even prepared the dishes for worshipping her ancestors.

Xiong Gang explained: "My brother is preparing for the renovation of the mausoleum, and the old man in the village said that he has to talk to his ancestors first. ”

Wu Xiuhua understood, and immediately said, "Then do you want to prepare a dish code?" ”

Xiong Gang smiled and asked, "If you don't, why don't I pull my younger brother over?" ”

Wu Xiuhua immediately put away the basket and brought it into the house, and then hurriedly came out and said, "You two sit down for a while, and you will have to do it for a while." ”

The two of them sat in the hall, each with a small bamboo chair, a small bamboo stool in the middle, and a cigarette and a lighter.

Xiong Gang still wanted to pour water, but was stopped by Wu Yuan and didn't let him.

Wu Yuan just got on fire for Xiong, and he also lit a cigarette himself: "What about the child, what about Feiyan?" ”

Xiong Gang took a puff, let the smoke come out of his mouth and nose and said, "I went to school, and I was sent to school by your third sister, so I don't have to worry about it." ”

Wu Yuan smiled: "No, isn't Feiyan the pearl of the third sister's palm?" ”

"Originally," Xiong Gang explained, "but a few days ago, in the first month, this girl had to cut her hair, and your third sister wouldn't let her." Although you are not the child's uncle, even if it is a little relational, your third sister will not allow it. ”

Wu Yuan smiled dumbly.

The saying that hair is cut in the first month is really ......

Until Xiong Gang continued: "Later, Feiyan cried and made trouble, but was beaten by your third sister without accident." ”

Hearing this, Wu Yuan shook his head and said, "What's the matter, what's the matter?" ”

Xiong Gang thought it was interesting, "After the fight, I will be honest, and Feiyan will be in the past." But your third sister cried behind her back for most of the night. ”

Wu Yuan stopped talking.

This is the third sister, who treats people and does things, just like the old lady back then.

In less than an hour, Wu Xiuhua made six dishes, two bowls of rice, and two fast seeds, which were laid flat in a large basket, wrapped in a cloth with broken flowers on a blue background, and tied out an easy-to-carry handle by the way.

At the same time, the paper money bought by Wu Yuan was also cut out and wrapped in another piece of cloth with broken flowers on a red background.

After both things were ready, Wu Xiuhua realized that the younger brother was riding a 28-bar this time, which was not easy to bring.

So he asked, "Why don't you come by car?" There are so many things, it's hard to take. ”

Wu Yuan put Santana in Shanghai again, and the people went to the capital, and explained the matter of going home directly from the capital.

As a result, the three sisters worked together to help Wu Yuan send this little thing back.

In fact, Wu Yuan felt that it was far from necessary.

But he couldn't stand the third sister's proposition, and the third brother-in-law supported it without saying a word.

When it was delivered to his house, he put down the basket, hugged Xiao Jiang and Yueyue, and turned around and walked out.

He said he was going home to pick up his children from school.

I made this matter, thinking so thoughtfully for others, and I was afraid of causing a little trouble to others.

Besides, Wu Yuan is not someone else.

Sending off the three sisters, Wu Yuan walked out of the house with the food code in one hand and the paper money in the other, and went straight to the mausoleum behind the village.

The old man was called by Mr. Wu Da and Mr. Wu Da when he was alive, and there were really many people who came to pay tribute when he left.

What a beautiful scenery before he was born, and it was such a lonely mound after he left.

Wu Yuan was in front of the grave, first put out the dishes, and talked to the old man while arguing.

From the recent situation at home, I talked about the plan to repair the tomb.

After chattering, he poured the paper money in front of the grave and divided several handfuls, one by one.

At this time, the west wind gradually rose, and rolled up a lot of burned ashes.

According to the old man's statement before his death, this is the ancestor who took away the money.

Wu Yuan fiddled with the pile of papers, and said bluntly: "Collect more, collect more." ”

At the same time, I couldn't help but think in my heart, if I had been reborn a few years earlier, would the old man and the old lady be able to enjoy a few more years of pure happiness.

It's a pity that there are no ifs.

sighed, and waited until the ashes were gone, Wu Yuan patted his ass and got up.

Walking to the ground, Zhang Laosi was taking his mother-in-law to plant mulberry trees on the good land of his original house.

When he saw Wu Yuan, he was happy and hurriedly greeted Wu Yuan.

Wu Yuan responded with a smile, but walked over without taking out a cigarette to say hello.

Back at home, Liu Hui hurriedly got up, handed the two children to him and said, "The old man asked me to go back to cook, saying that he wanted to invite Master Xia and a few people to have a drink." ”

Wu Yuan knew that this was also a due gift.

It's just that the father-in-law did it for himself.

So he mentioned: "I'll go over in a while, and I will have a cup of respect for the masters." ”

"Okay, you can bring the two children in a moment, and I won't be here in the evening."

Liu Hui left.

The huge courtyard has really become a leisure garden.

Wu Yuan took the two children in the yard and let them play everywhere.

Anyway, the father takes the baby, and he just lives.

Only then did he notice that the vines in the yard seemed to be starting to sprout.

Every branch is full of bulging spores.

The vines that extended out also seemed to have adapted to the new environment and seemed less torsional.

In this way, the yard looks much more harmonious.

No wonder there are so many people who are interested in dead branches and rotten wood.

I have seen a lot of this thing, and there is also a bit of elegance in it.

At this moment, Yueyue came running over and called her father vigorously, but she couldn't say anything.

There's not much this kid can say.

So Wu Yuan followed the prestige, and his son Xiaojiang had already run out of the yard at some point, and was pointing through the fence at the door, pointing inside and yelling.

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What is there over there that can make the two children so excited?

Wu Yuan led Yueyue over with a suspicious expression, and didn't remember until he reached the door.

Could it be that there are strawberries red?

When I walked over, I saw that the original strawberry seedlings not only expanded by two or three more, but also produced two strawberries, which were also half red.

It's just not big, about the same as his big brother.

Wu Yuan bent down and picked up the two strawberries, and at the same time couldn't help but rejoice, this was also fortunate to have two strawberries.

Otherwise, it's really hard to separate the two children.

Who knows, in this matter, Wu Yuan, who is a father, is happy early.

After he washed the strawberries, he divided them one by one, and Xiao Jiang stuffed them into his mouth and ate them without saying a word.

In contrast, Yueyue was not so impatient, biting in small bites.

So after swallowing the dates, Xiao Jiang looked at the half in his sister's hand and was about to grab it.

This style of work, Wu Yuan can't get used to it.

picked up Xiao Jiang, put it on his lap, grabbed his ass and beat him fat.

Yueyue was completely stupid.

In the past, Xiao Jiang robbed her of her things, and she was the one who cried every time.

In the end, her grandmother coaxed her.

Today is a different day.

But seeing her brother crying, Yueyue didn't feel how happy she was, and she reached out to give away the half in her hand......