I am Fugui

Chapter 66
Father Xu looked at the overgrown cemetery and sighed, "I haven't come to take care of it for a few months, and so much grass has grown. The ancestors of the Xu family, the unworthy descendants have come to visit you."

After finishing speaking, he slowly knelt on the ground and kowtowed seriously.

Seeing her, Feng Xia followed suit and knelt on the ground, saying in a childish voice, "The unworthy descendants come to visit the ancestors of the Xu family."

Father Xu couldn't help laughing, got up and patted his knees, hugged Feng Xia in his arms, and squinted at Xu Fugui, "Bastard, why are you standing there, are you still waiting for me to do something?"

Xu Fugui snorted, picked up the sickle, and began to clean up the weeds around the cemetery.

In the past, when the Xu family was still a landlord, they would often arrange servants to keep the cemetery clean, but after they fell down, they couldn't take care of so much.

It only took a few months, and there were not many weeds, but there were too many to support the cemetery. By the time the cleaning was over, he had already taken off his cotton clothes and was sweating profusely.

"Father, come here and I'll wipe your sweat." Feng Xia pinched her sleeves and said.

Xu Fugui wiped it casually with his clothes, took out the incense candle paper from the back basket, and put it in the middle of the cemetery.

Xu's father took out a box of matches, lit the incense candles after striking them, and then tore up the ghost papers one by one and burned them, saying: "Father, grandpa, what kind of life do you live down here?"

"I didn't buy much ghost paper, so you can just use it. Alas, the Xu family has two prodigal sons, and they have ruined all the family business. They can't afford face paper money."

"If you have spirits in the sky, bless our Xu family to regain its glory, and I will definitely burn more paper money for you then."

Xu's father babbled for a long time, and before the incense candle was extinguished, he knelt down and kowtowed a few more times.

Xu Fugui cut a thin bamboo, removed the branches, hung white hanging paper on the end of the bamboo, and then forcefully inserted it into the grave.

Then he clapped his hands, jumped down from the grave, and knelt down together.

This is the end of hanging paper sweeping the tomb.

When returning home, Feng Xia didn't want to stay in Father Xu's arms, but ran home by herself, her clear and loud laughter echoed all over the sky.

Back home, Jiazhen and Mother Xu were sitting in the yard basking in the sun while sewing a huge army green canvas with needles and threads.

This piece of canvas was used to cover the rain when Jiazhen made him a lo-mei stall. At that time, Xu Fugui was reluctant to throw it away, so he took it home.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Xu's mother replied with a smile: "Jiazhen said that such a good canvas should be left alone, and it can be used to make two raincoats, which is much better than bamboo hats."

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was no need to plant in the field, and the lo mei had to rest for two days. There was a lot of firewood at home. Xu Fugui had nothing to do, so he just took a bench and sat in the yard with them.

Walking into the house, there was a sound of snoring from the kitchen, like thunder in the clear sky. He went in and took a look, and found that Changgen and Laishun were sleeping soundly.

Both of them snore, but Chang Gen's voice is not loud, while Lai Shun's is different, with his mouth open, and the snoring is continuous, and he doesn't know how Chang Gen fell asleep.

Sitting in the yard, squinting to feel the warm afternoon sun, listening quietly to Jiazhen and Xu's mother's chat.

"Two days ago, Long Er married two aunts and wives, and one of them is the white widow of our village."

"Sister Qiaoyan? Why did she become Long Er's concubine?"

"Many people in the village are rushing to become concubines, but Long Er made a lot of jokes when he got married."

"What joke?"

"I heard that Long Er Dong Dao Scar and Hu Mazi went to the bridal chamber and almost took off the clothes of the two brides. In the end, the two groups took out the real ones."

"Laishun and Fugui were both there at the time. I saw them with my own eyes. They are also tigers. Bullets don't have eyes. What if they were hit?"

Jiazhen frowned in disgust, "Dong Daoba and Hu Mazi are not good people, there is no such thing as a bridal chamber."

Xu's mother gloated, "Long Er is not a good person, he is the same as Dong Dao Scar, what good can this group of people get together?"

"And on the second day after we got married, I heard that Long Er's family had been robbed. Long Erqi couldn't even eat the food, and I don't know what was lost."

Jiazhen echoed, "Long Er deserves what he deserves, I think it's just retribution."

Hearing Jiazhen and Xu's mother's gossip, Xu Fugui felt sleepy, and soon fell asleep with his head on his shoulders.

When I was in a daze, it seemed that something was covering my body, and my whole body was warm, like soaking in a hot spring.

He hadn't had such a warm nap for a long time, and when he woke up, the sun had already slanted to the west, and a large fire cloud spread out in the western sky, as if the sky had been ignited.

Looking down, he saw a woolen cloak draped over his body, and he could smell a faint fragrance from the tip of his nose, which was obviously put on by Jiazhen when he was asleep.

Stretching comfortably, she turned her head and saw Jiazhen looking at her with a happy smile.

"Are you awake?" She spoke as gently as ever, as if a clear spring was flowing in her heart, and her whole mood became joyful.

Xu Fugui nodded, and glanced at the semi-finished raincoat in her hand, "Take a break, there is endless work."

Jiazhen rubbed her hands, "I'm not tired after sitting all the time."

"I'll rub it for you."

Jiazhen patted his salty pig's hand away, "You're not ashamed, I'm still ashamed."

"Let's do it tomorrow, Jiazhen, put it down and rest, what's for dinner tonight." Mother Xu put down her needlework.

The rainproof canvas is very strong, and even the thickest needle is difficult to penetrate, and it took a lot of effort in an afternoon.

Mother Xu knew that if she didn't stop, Jiazhen wouldn't stop either.

Jiazhen put down her needle and thread, got up and prepared to make dinner for the evening, Xu Fugui stood up, and said loudly: "You guys rest, I'll leave the dinner to you."

Jiazhen looked at him, "Can you cook?"

"What's difficult about cooking, you can see it."

Jiazhen shook her head, "Forget it, let me do it, don't waste the food."

"Hey, just take a good rest, I'll keep it cooked."

Xu Fugui pushed her to the bench, took off her apron and tied it to him, and walked into the kitchen with great interest.

Jiazhen had no choice but to follow in. Xu Fugui first looked at the leftovers at noon, and there was basically nothing left.

Although there were a lot of dishes at noon, there were also a lot of people in the family, and both he and Lai Shun had big appetites, so they basically ate up all the food.

Xu Fugui took out the wooden door and poured two bowls of rice into it. While washing, he poured the rice with clear grains into the iron pot and mixed water into the iron pot.

Jiazhen sat in front of the stove and helped him light the fire, watching his skillful movements with a smile in the corner of her eyes.

She thought it was because Fugui often cooked at home while she was back at her natal home.

"Where did Fengxia go?" Xu Fugui asked.

"I went to the entrance of the village to play, don't worry, dad is watching."

(End of this chapter)