Born into a farm family, I became rich by pressuring my parents.

Although it is a small problem, if it is not recognized early, it is difficult to guarantee that it will not turn into a big problem in the future.

After all, the Wei family has a hand in the Tremella matter now, and it is no longer the Jiang family's own business.

It is best to pay attention to every aspect.

The newly bought slaves were named Tang and Zhang, both of whom had fled from the south.

The two of them didn't know each other, and they both reached the end of the road. They had no choice but to sell themselves to Ren Yazi.

After several trips to Guangxin County.

Male slaves of their age have little skills and do not have the strength of mature men. They are not the most popular group in the dental industry.

It's just slightly better than the old, weak, sick and disabled.

If Jiang Mingshun hadn't taken a liking to him this time, he would have been sold to a quarry or something like that, which was really not a place for people to go.

So when the two knew their jobs, they worked extra hard, fearing that they would be sent back because they were not diligent enough.

They have food, drink, a place to live, and nothing to do but work in the fields, which is exhausting. If you don't want such a good life, you really have no way to survive.

Jiang Mingshun watched them at home for a few days, and saw that the two of them were indeed honest and willing to work, not the kind of sneaky people, let alone evil people, so he felt relieved and went out to buy.

It's already the fourth day of April, around the time of Qingming Festival, and the busiest thing in the market is the Paper Horse Shop, with pedestrians coming in and out carrying a stack of paper money in their hands.

"What did you buy?" Bai heard the sound of the door opening and came out to take a look.

Jiang Mingshun got off the mule cart and opened the curtain to let Bai see: "Paper money, paper ingots, paper carriages and horses..."

Jiang Jinyu also lay on the side and watched. She reached out and took out a house made of paper.

I saw that the yard was made extremely exquisitely, and outside the house, even the garden pavilion was recreated very accurately.

Jiang Jinyu put down the things in his hands, poked his head into the carriage and looked at each item one by one, exclaiming: "It's so beautifully done!"

Mrs. Bai also agreed with her face. She couldn't put it down and took a paper carriage in her hands to play with. She said happily: "With these, we can live a good life underground in the future."

Jiang Jinyu: "..." What I lamented about the co-author was technology, but what you lamented was metaphysics!

Jiang Mingshun warned: "Just put it back after reading it. After all, it is made of paper. If it burns to pieces, our ancestors and parents should tell us that we are unfilial."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Bai timidly put down the carriage in her hand, still muttering: "Don't blame me, don't blame me."

The movements were so careful that Jiang Jinyu felt that her mother's movements when taking out the money box were harder than this.

On the fifth day of April, Jiang Jinyu and his family arrived at Huangtian Village.

Jiang Mingshun hesitated at the entrance of the village, but decided to go up the mountain to see his parents first.

He lived for more than 30 years and visited his parents' graves less than five times.

When I was young, I didn't understand these things. When I grew up, I had no money, so I had no choice but to sneak up the mountain on days like Qingming Festival and Hungry Ghost Festival when no one was paying attention. I could only occasionally pull out the weeds around me.

Later, he went to work as a part-time worker at the dock and was able to secretly save some money over the course of a year. Jiang Ming also started to burn paper money for his parents.

You can't burn it in front of the tomb, it will be another problem if Yang discovers it.

It's not because of his villainy, it all happened.Although he knew at a very young age that he was not his biological father, he also knew that his parents were gone, but he didn't know where they were buried.

It wasn't until he was 12 years old that the patriarch told him the location of his parents' cemetery.

It was also around the Qingming Festival. Jiang Mingshun couldn't help but go over and take a look. He knelt in front of the grave and cried hard.

After he came back, the Yang family somehow found out. That was the first time Jiang Mingshun was beaten.

Although Mrs. Yang usually treated him coldly, she didn't care much about him. She said that she had been kind in raising him, and that whether he was good or bad in the future had nothing to do with her.

But that time, Ms. Yang yelled at him for the first time. She waved the rolling pin and landed on his back: "I, my dear, stand here properly and open your eyes carefully!"

"I'm still alive and well, why are you crying!"

"Do you love kneeling so much? Just kneel here all night!"

He felt guilty at that time and did not dare to refute, so he just knelt down all night.

It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and it rains until midnight.

Jiang Yongsheng took out the raincoat and put it on him, and sighed: "Since you have become my son, you will always be my son, Jiang Yongsheng."

"Don't think about anyone else."

"Think about it!"

After saying that, he went back to the house with his hands behind his back.

From then on, Jiang Mingshun never went up the mountain again. Sometimes when he saw Yang and Jiang Yongsheng being kind and loving to their two younger brothers, he was envious of them. When he felt really uncomfortable, he excused himself to collect firewood and carried the basket to the foot of the mountain. It's as if you can feel the love of your parents even if you are closer to the two overgrown tombs.

"Dad," Jiang Jinyu pulled the clothes on Jiang Mingshun's back worriedly: "What are you thinking about? The mule cart can't pass!"

Jiang Mingshun woke up from his memories. Seeing that the road ahead was getting smaller and smaller, he immediately pulled the reins.

He jumped off the carriage and took Jiang Jinyu down: "The mule carriage will stop here, let's go up.

As he said that, he looked around, trying to find a flat open space. When he saw where it was, he twitched his lips. Isn't this a coincidence? This is where he used to "gather firewood"!

Jiang Mingshun shook his head, not thinking about those bad memories.

He tied the mule to a tree as thick as an adult's waist, and took out the sacrifices from the carriage to be burned.

After all, there are only a few people here, and the closer you get to the cemetery, the harder it is to walk. The surrounding bushes and weeds are tangled together, making it really difficult to walk.

"Fortunately, we brought sickles and hoes." Bai held Little Brother Jiang in her arms. On her arms were large and small bags of the things she had brought. She looked at Jiang Mingshun who was opening the way in front of him with a thankful face: "Otherwise, it would have been difficult. Smashed the pot."

Jiang Jinyu had no time to spare. She had to carefully hold the paper mansion while moving forward.

According to the custom of her hometown in her previous life, the underworld already had a mailing system. All she had to do was wrap the items to be burned into a package with yellow paper, write her name on the top of the net, and place it in a circle drawn with lime to burn it.

Jiang Jinyu struggled to get around the pricking branches of the shrubs, thinking happily, when will the underworld here be able to keep up with the times and open this business?
Fortunately, the fork in the road was not far from the cemetery, and other villagers on the road cleared the weeds when they visited the grave. Therefore, Jiang Mingshun only had to clear a path from the fork in the road to the grave.

Jiang Jinyu stood in front of the grave in silence, looking at the two low "graves". No, maybe it was two green dirt bags - they were already overgrown with weeds.

Not to mention longevity bricks and earthen walls around the tomb, even the "tombstone" at the front is nothing more than a blue brick with two names scrawled on it.