Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 118 ancestor worship
Today when Xue Zhuang went out, although the restaurant and casino were not open at home, several groups of people knocked on the door, cursing and swearing, which scared Xu Yan'er who was alone at home.

Seeing the man coming back at this time, she cried and cried for a long time, asking Xue Zhuang to promise to stay at home with her in the future and stop selling vegetables for others.

Xue Zhuang had only tasted the sweetness of earning money today, so he was willing to stay at home with her.

Fortunately, I was in a happy mood at this time, so I took out a bag of fried melon seeds from my arms: "Look, I bought this for you to eat and play because I thought you were bored at home."

Xu Yan'er refused, and coquettishly said with her fried melon seeds in her arms, "You eat at home with me."

"Well, accompany you, boil water and soak my feet!" Xue Zhuang responded casually, sitting down on the kang, kicking off his shoes, and asked Xu Yan'er to wash his feet.

Today, he traveled dozens of miles back and forth, and he was more tired than when he was marching back then. Both feet were covered with bleeding blisters, and he needed a good scalding to relieve his fatigue.

Now Xu Yan'er has learned how to be good. She warms up the water early in the morning, and when she sees a man who wants to wash her feet, she serves her attentively.

It is not necessary to mention how affectionate the two of them are behind closed doors.

In Baolin Juli, Han Ming told Song Liyun and Song Zhenping who came out of the backyard what Xue Zhuang had said just now: "Xue Junhu explained that tomorrow's dishes will be served earlier and more."

Song Liyun wiped the water from her hands, and looked at Song Zhenping with a smile: "Brother, I will still send fifty catties tomorrow morning. When it's time to add more vegetables, you can tell the king of the guard."

Song Zhenping agreed after a little hesitation.

In fact, although the vegetables in the backyard can't produce a hundred catties a day, there are still seventy to eighty catties, and the beans and peppers are also picked.

But the second sister said to eat at home first, and have to wait a few more days for takeaway, so that the side dishes can find their way first.

The next day, Xue Zhuang saw that although Song Zhenping delivered the vegetables early, but still only had fifty catties, he couldn't help being a little annoyed: "The helper at your house didn't make it clear that I want one hundred catties of vegetables."

Song Zhenping was not good at quarreling with others, so he just said with a straight face: "You go to make an appointment with Wang Junqi first, and I will only leave as much as the guard gives up."

"You, you elm bump! I'm so pissed off!" Seeing Song Zhenping push him to the guard, Xue Zhuang was really furious, but there was nothing he could do, he could only leave in a hurry.

On the first day, the guard received two taels of silver. Although it was small, the mosquito's leg was also a piece of meat, which was enough for several big soldiers to charge into battle at once.

The ledger in Wang Jun's hand finally opened a new page, marking the income column of the Broken Gold Guard as never before.

The second time they sold vegetables, Xue Zhuang borrowed a carriage from the guard, and still took the two of them straight to Qili County.

It's good to have animal power, and he started selling vegetables just after noon, and he didn't delay opening the door for business in the afternoon.

Five days passed in a flash, and it was already the 28th of the twelfth lunar month. The food, rice, oil and salt needed for the new year's goods were already available, and even new clothes were rushed out.

According to the custom here, the ancestors are worshiped before the year.

It was Baolin Juli's first time to hold an ancestor worship activity, and all kinds of sacrifices were prepared. The three brothers and sisters just waited for the evening to burn incense and worship the ancestors.

At this time, it was almost dark, Song Zhenping was still in the vegetable shed taking care of the temperature and humidity, while Song Liyun took Xiaoan to make a mess in the kitchen.

This is also a kind of snack in the northwest, and it was taught by Aunt Ma.

A few potatoes are steamed, peeled, placed in a wooden trough, and repeatedly whipped with a wooden hammer until mashed potatoes are formed.

Hei Jin likes to eat potatoes best.

At this moment, when he saw the good steamed potatoes being smashed into mud balls, he was so angry that he gestured behind Song Liyun, his eyes almost turned to the back of his head.

Mashed potatoes have become sticky and chewy after repeated beating.

Song Liyun picked fresh green onions and garlic, heated the pan with oil, made oil and splashed garlic, and added finely chopped coriander to make a sauce. It smelled very fragrant,
Xiao An, who was wearing a chrysanthemum green jacket and two braids, came up to her and said, "Sweet!"

He is now very fascinated by cooking and eating, but it is a pity that he has not grown taller after two months of raising him, and his strength is not enough, so he can't do many things.

Han Ming came back from the town with a large stack of patterned paper money. These were prepared with the help of the old people in the respect for the elderly.

As soon as he entered, Song Zhenping came out from the backyard. His face was pale and his eyes were red as if he had cried.

A small table was set up in the courtyard, and Song Liyun put out a set of offerings. Under Han Ming's guidance, Song Zhenping frantically lit candles and burned incense, and dragged Xiao An to kneel down.

Both brothers were depressed, and when the paper money turned into ashes and fluttered in the wind, Xiao An burst into tears.

Song Zhenping couldn't bear it anymore, tears streaming down his face.

His parents died ten years ago, except for the day of burial, he never had a chance to burn a piece of paper, and Xiao An never even visited the graveyard.

In Xiaoshi Village, he and Xiao An were animals, and animals were not worthy of their parents. The stepmother said that it was bad luck not to go to the grave. If she found out that the brothers dared to mention the dead, they would be beaten, let alone burn paper to worship.

Song Liyun next to him felt a little sour, he picked up a few pieces of paper money and put them on the side to burn another pile.

Mom and Dad have been dead for ten years, and she has never burned paper. She just silently presents a bouquet of flowers in her heart every time she sacrifices to the sun.

Seeing the floating paper ashes and curling green smoke now, she seemed to see a channel to communicate with another world, and a magical feeling enveloped her whole body.

She didn't know if the sacrifices burned in this time and space could be received in her own world.

The suffering in the human world is different. In the underground silent world, the souls of the dead should be together!

The three brothers and sisters were chattering, and the atmosphere was a little gloomy even during dinner after the worship.

The greedy black gold was cheap, and Song Liyun didn't even notice when he secretly ate up the mess.

Because they were in a bad mood, the three sisters of Song didn't read a book, and went back to their rooms early to rest.

In the dark night, the usually silent town of Suijin was flickering with little fires, and those were family members paying homage to the souls of the dead.

The biggest blaze was at Broken Gold Pass.

The bonfire at half a person's height burned red half of the valley, reflecting the erratic figures on the wall, and several soldiers were standing behind the wall and looking out.

Under the closed wall, with the sound of clattering armor, Luo Baihu hurried up the wall, swept around and stood on the edge of the wall, loudly saying: "How is the situation?"

A general flag came over and replied: "My lord, we found wandering intruders ten miles away. There were about seven or eight intruders. They couldn't see their clothes clearly. They were all riding horses."

Luo Baihu's heart skipped a beat: "Release the patrols and investigate again!"

Even Japanese military newspapers are saying that villages and towns north of Hecheng have fallen, and bandits have harassed guards and villages south of Hecheng.

Although Suijin Town was calm, he still didn't dare to relax.

Especially in the first half of the month when the Dilu Grassland was already covered with heavy snow, it was discovered that the tribes that should have been stationed in the winter pastures migrated frequently against the wind and snow, which also indicated that there were changes within the Dilu people.

In this case, Broken Gold Town must also be prepared.

If the third son needs to retreat from this side, there will definitely be Di clan chasing after him.

Under Luo Baihu's order, the ten riders stepped out of the river below the Suijin Pass, and quickly disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)