For lunch on the first day of the new year, Asahi-in is very simple.

Because of the relationship between Hong Fan, the king of big stomachs, there was almost nothing left from last night's hearty meal.

Fortunately, there are more than two catties of sacrificial meat newly brought back.

Aunt Liu worked hard to make two meat dishes of pork and mutton, plus cabbage, radish and newly picked coriander stored in winter, and easily prepared a table of delicacies.

With steamed buns, the five of them dealt with lunch.

In the morning, the ancestors who can go to the genealogy have already worshipped.

But Hong Fan also has a relative who has to visit.

He is the biological mother of his original owner.

In my memory, Hong Fan's mother was buried in Taishan - because she was a concubine, she could neither be buried in the family tree nor in the family tomb.

The road was not close, and before the time (two o'clock in the afternoon), the three of them had already gone out in a carriage that had been set up by Tang Da.

Originally, it was supposed to be Bentley who pulled the car, but Hong Fan wanted to use the red flag by name.

Heading southeast out of the city, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, making the air colder and colder.

Hong Fan sat in the car and looked ahead blankly.

Mount Taishan is still covered with snow.

When the ridges of the mountain are softened, they look like a series of graves.

More than an hour later, the carriage stopped at the foot of a hill.

The red flag was also left here - it was full of fangs and brute force, so naturally it didn't have to worry about being stolen.

"This mountain is called Qingtou, and it also belongs to Taishan."

Aunt Liu introduced.

"I was specially selected by a Taoist, and sure enough, Feng Shui is good!"

The three of them walked three or four hundred meters up the gentle slope and came to an open field at the southern foot of Qingtou Mountain.

Behind this is the main uplifted peak, and to the left and right are slightly lower hills.

The flat valley follows the foot of the mountain, and the view is surprisingly open.

Although there was snow accumulating, Aunt Liu found the place with a little discernment.

It is about two meters high and is covered with snow and the sides are made of bricks.

On the front of the tomb, there is an uncarved stone slab, on which are engraved two columns, one large and one small.

[The tomb of the Honglin clan in Jinhai City. 】

[Hong Jianli.] 】

"Madam, the young master and I have come to see you!"

Aunt Liu smiled, snatched the cloth bag from Tang Da's hand, and motioned for the latter to clear the snow.

"This is a big soup man, a horse breeder, you have seen it before, and now you can live with me......"

When it was young, the front of the grave was cleared, revealing the frozen ground.

She took out the things she had been preparing for a long time.

Incense candles, yellow paper, paper money, ingots......

Hong Fan stepped forward to help.

"Auntie, where is my mother from, why is there no name engraved on the tombstone?"

He inexplicably felt empty in his heart, and he had to say something.

"Mrs. is from a grange outside Jinhai City, and my father and mother are also members of the Hong family."

Aunt Liu replied.

The "Hong family" here obviously does not refer to the surname Hong, but to the people who are "subordinate" to the Hong family.

"As for the name, Madame doesn't seem to have a big name."

She paused for a moment and said.

"I only heard her mother's family call her Kerr."

"Don't you have a name......

Hong Fan was stunned, but not too surprised.

During this time, he often heard that there were many bandits outside the cities of Liangzhou, and ordinary people had a hard time.

The daughter of a poor farmer's slave is normal to not have a big name.

"Grandparents, grandmothers are still there?"

Hong Fan asked again.

When he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty - the memories he inherited were not all on one side, and on the other hand, he had never cared about them for almost a year.

"Young Master may have forgotten, they all left three or four years ago."

Aunt Liu was slightly stunned when she heard this, and replied.

"The countryside is not as good as the house, and it is already good for the croppers to live past sixty."

She continued, her tone was nothing sad or joyful, just ordinary.

Incense and candles were lit, and the three of them bowed to each other.

Then Aunt Liu knelt in front of the tomb again and lit the yellow paper with a candle.

Not long after the fire flared, her eyes were already red, and her mouth was chattering.

Listen carefully, it probably means that the young master has come out and become a star monarch, but it's a pity that Madam, you didn't see Yunyun.

Hong Fan also knelt down on the side, trying to retrieve the inherited memories.

But he never remembered Hong Lin's face, only remembered that when she was dying, she still had a fragile and gentle beauty.

The beauty has nothing to do with the color, it is the mother's inseparable attachment and concern for the child's life and death.

In the end, the traverser could only honestly kowtow a few times and talk about his gratitude for borrowing his son's identity.

The yellow paper was burned quickly, and Aunt Liu began to burn the ingots that she had spent a long time stacking.

"We moved to Asahiin, and now we're having a really good time."

"There are two new people in the courtyard, named Peach and Willow Green."

"The slaves and maids have heard about it, and the clan is already discussing that they want to move you to the clan tomb and join the family tree!"

"It's all because of the young master."

"You can't imagine that this matter was actually brought up by the eldest lady first......"

Hong Fan knelt on the side, staring at the snow-covered pines and cypresses on the side and the white clouds in the sky.

He couldn't help but think of his parents in another world.

Maybe it's the first day of the Lunar New Year, maybe it's a certain cemetery, or maybe it's a cement grave bag of this size.

The only difference was that he lay in the grave with ashes, and two white-haired men burned paper outside.

Hong Fan endured the wetness in his eyes, tried hard to think, and sketched the picture of the past.

But after trying his best, his heart was filled with confusion.

Childhood, school, work......

Most memories of past lives have faded unconsciously.

The past year is the same as the purpose.

Eat with Aunt Liu by the moonlight;

defeated Jiang Youde on Anning Street;

and Hongfu bathed in the well;

counter-charge in the sea of sand;

The cliffs on the Taishan Mountain fly down;

The leader of the Red Battlement Mountain......

It's only been nine months since the crossing, but what happened is so fulfilling and profound.

The fire is waning.

The wind rolled the yellow-paper ingots that had been burned to ashes into the air.

Tang Da, who was kneeling on the other side, showed a smile and said loudly.

"When the ashes are carried away by the wind, they go all the way to heaven; This means that we have received everything we have sent! ”

Aunt Liu also laughed.

Hong Fan Muran nodded and stood up.

He looked at the aunt who kowtowed again after muttering a few words, and the big Tang who was kneeling on the side, and suddenly had a thought in his heart.

[I am already a Dahua person, a member of the Hong clan in Dahua Jinhai City......]

[I became a Hongfan, and I can't go back. 】

Thinking about it, the ups and downs in my heart surged up at the same time, harmonizing the richest sorrows and joys.

For the first time since the crossing, he couldn't control his emotions and was forced to turn around and walk away.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

On the rocks, Hong Fan stood with his fists clenched, his cheeks wet with a stream of heat.

At this time, the mountain wind was blowing very strongly, but they all bypassed his tears.

After a long time.

The fire was extinguished, and only the smoldering crimson remained on the ashes.

Aunt Liu and Tang Da packed up their things and got up, and when they turned around, they saw the young master standing alone on the high place of the mountain rock.

Stand extremely steady and look far away.

It's like a drifting seed that has taken root in this land.

PS: These chapters are a bit of a daily life, not quite in line with the traditional fantasy style.

But in fact, writing this kind of content requires adjusting emotions and carving language, which takes a lot of effort.

Since the title of the first volume of this book is a stranger in a foreign land, the process of Hong Fan forming a bond with his second hometown as a traveler is the meaning of the title, and it is one of the more important main lines.

Readers who like to watch martial arts battles and pretend to be forced to slap their faces, please wait a moment and enter the next big plot immediately.

(End of chapter)