Who understands? I took the library with me to farm

Chapter 21 Qingming Festival

The Hu family's courtyard smelled like human sweat, and there were also bursts of low-quality incense that made people dizzy.

Seeing this formation, He Miao was immediately persuaded to retreat. He pulled her mother-in-law's lapel and said, "Mom, there are so many people here. The queue will last until noon, but it will delay the time of sweeping the tomb."

"What are you afraid of? It happens every year, I know it." Feng Liu patted He Miao's hand with confidence. "You wait at the door, I'll be right back!"

She slung the bamboo basket on her arms, spat into the palms of her left and right hands, rubbed her hands, and then stamped her feet to squeeze into the crowd.

Feng Liu is short and chubby, like a swollen little landmine.

I saw her rushing left and right, pushing forward and back, not afraid of the crowd at all, and shouting: "Borrow the light! Borrow the light! Give in, be careful of stepping on your feet!"

Not to mention, brave people take over the world, this trick really works!
  Looking at the impenetrable yard, she managed to find a way, and the little mine "slid" and got into the house smoothly.

He Miao stood far away, standing on tiptoes to watch, unconsciously shaking his head slightly, feeling very impressed in his heart.

Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a good Chinese aunt. You can grab cheap rolling papers when there are discounts in supermarkets, you can grab free eggs when giving community lectures, you can grab seats when queuing up to take the bus, and you can be the first to buy in-demand goods, awesome!
  Seeing her mother-in-law excitedly rushing out of the crowd holding a bunch of messy rolls of paper, He Miao hurried up to meet her. The two of them stood in the open space before sorting out the rolls and putting them in the basket.

"Good guy! I was kicked so hard by you, the eldest uncle of the Lin family, that my feet were numb." Mrs. Feng Liu boldly arranged her disheveled hair, finished complaining, and led He, who was lowering his head and snickering. Miao walked home.

Everything was ready, and everyone in the family carried a basket in their hands and went up the mountain, including the two children.

Jiuxing Village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. The peaks are continuous in a corner, so it is called "Guaguai Mountain".

The Feng family's ancestral grave is halfway up the mountain and it doesn't take long to climb there.

Feng Qinkui first used branches to draw a circle on the soil in front of the tomb bag. It was not a perfect circle, but had to leave an opening. He called it "for the purpose of driving away evil spirits from outside." Then he placed the so-called baggage in the middle of the circle and burned it. .

In order to avoid "failure to claim" the baggage, Feng Xiaoxi wrote the name of her ancestors, clan status, etc. on the baggage in advance.

Some people are more particular and will write a few letters and wrap them in them to express their love. The Feng family doesn't like to bother, so just forget about it.

After the bundles were burned, the whole family knelt down and kowtowed three times toward their ancestors' graves.

Huandi and Dabao didn't understand what the adults were doing, so they were pressed and kowtowed by their mother.

After all the procedures were completed, the family sat down and quietly ate the green dumplings they had brought.

According to the rules, some fruits and cooked food should be offered on the grave. However, time was tight and the offerings of chicken, duck, fish and meat were indispensable. The varieties were complex and could not be collected at the same time, so everything was kept simple.

The whole family sits down to have a Qingming meal. Even if the whole family is reunited, the ancestors who have passed away know each other well, and they will feel at ease when they see this scene.

After eating the Youth League, everyone observed a moment of silence to express their condolences.

After completing this set of actions, the Qingming Festival rituals were over. Feng Qinkui led everyone down the mountain and back to the fields to continue farming.

The deceased has passed away, but the living still have to work hard. Those insubstantial memorial ceremonies are only used to comfort people's endless longing for their loved ones. At the same time, add some "They will definitely protect us!" This kind of hope gives people the courage to continue working hard to live, that's all.

After the traditional memorial ceremony was completed, he returned to his daily routine of plowing. He Miao's foot injury had healed, and he followed suit to plow the fields.

The farming methods of dry land and paddy fields are different. Dry land is plowed deeply, while paddy fields are plowed shallowly. Feng Qinkui pulled out his trusted "old man", the old scalper at home, and put on a plow for deep plowing.

The wooden part of the plow was made by the experienced carpenter Tan in the village and is very durable. The plow wall was cast by Feng Qinkui from white pig iron and is very wear-resistant.

The old scalper is also very capable. Feng Qinkui had prepared fodder to feed it last night. In the morning, he replenished the fodder and drank enough water. After saying "Let's go!", it snorted and worked hard. Pull the plow, and the soil behind you will turn regularly.

Plowed land has good air permeability and soft soil, which facilitates the circulation of water and air, which helps crops grow solidly and quickly. During the Qingming Festival, when the temperature is not too high, plowing can also kill some pests in the soil. , protect the health of the seeds.

There is only one cow, and not everyone can control it well. Father Feng controls it himself, and the remaining two people work together and use it as half an animal.

He Miao and her mother-in-law were in a group. Feng Liu put a rope on her shoulders and pulled the plow in front, while He Miao pushed in a straight line and at a constant speed from behind.

At this time, the ice and snow had just melted, and the soil was relatively soft. It was easy to plow, but it was also very hard. At this time, she really hoped that what she brought with her was not a library, but a tractor!

During the break, they ate the leftover green dumplings from the morning. The cattle also rested. Feng Qinkui lovingly fed it fodder and water and watched it chew its cud.

"This old guy, with all his heart and eyes, is more interested in his cattle than his eldest grandson!" Feng Liu joked.

That is natural. For farmers, the importance of cattle is self-evident.

He Miao chewed the sweet and glutinous green dumplings in her mouth and chatted casually, but her eyes never left Chen Xiu'e.

In the past few days, He Miao was always paying attention to her movements, waiting to catch her.

The opportunity came. After a break, Chen Xiu'e suddenly held her stomach and said she wanted to go for convenience. Seeing her sneaking towards the back of the barn, He Miao quickly ran to find Feng Yuanlang under the tree by delivering the Youth League.

He was building a scarecrow with Huandi and Dabao when He Miao pulled him aside, whispered instructions in his ear, and gave him a wooden board and a piece of black coke.

Feng Yuanlang held his things seriously and followed Chen Xiu'e quietly.

He Miao continued to go back to work, and looked at the direction in which the two of them were running. No one was there anymore, and her heart was pounding. This stupid husband's IQ was unstable, good and bad. He didn't know if he could get things done this time.

After a while, Chen Xiu'e ran back in a panic, and Feng Erzhuang started to speak straight again: "You bitch, are you lazy? If you are tired, just tell me and go home early to cook."

Chen Xiu'e rarely argued, she just glared at the man and continued working.

He Miao was watching from the side, and looking in the direction of the big tree, Feng Yuanlang strolled back, holding a wooden board in his hand.

She went over and hid the wooden board at the bottom of the food box, and gave her husband a tacit smile. Feng Yuanlang, with his bright eyes, returned the smile with a warm smile.

(End of this chapter)