622 Chapter 619

There is a saying in ancient Fengshui that "the mountain is the owner, and the water is the wealth", which means choosing mountains, which can make future generations prosper; choosing water can make money.

Therefore, ancient people like to live near the water, and buried in the mountains after death.

Even if we go home to the grave every New Year's Day, there is still a saying of "going up the mountain".

The ancestral tombs of the Lao Fang family are on the hillside of Yuhuang Mountain. There are not only ancestral tombs surnamed Fang, but also nearby villages, such as Changzhuang and Huangya. Basically, the ancestral tombs are here.

The Jade Emperor Mountain mentioned here does not refer to the Jade Emperor Mountain, which is one of the top ten tourist attractions in Quancheng, but the name of the local people. In fact, it is marked as Jade Emperor Peak on the map.

As for why Jade Emperor Peak is not on Jade Emperor Mountain, only ghosts really know. Besides, there are more than one Jade Emperor Mountain in Quancheng. If you search the map, there are six or seven places called Jade Emperor Mountain.

There is also a small Taishan mountain not far from Yuhuangding. This mountain is quite famous. It is one of the tourist attractions in Quancheng and also the Quancheng Small Animal Protection Center.

Between the two mountains, there are Baxiandong Village and Luxian Village. By looking at these two, you can know who they are related to.

In short, as the hometown of Confucius, Shandong has a very strong cultural heritage. Many villages have a strong cultural history. Many things are not recorded in the local county chronicles, but are passed on by the people.

Thanks to the blessing of the nearby Xiaotai Mountain, the car can drive to the foot of the Jade Emperor Peak, and naturally there is no way to go up the mountain.

An almost invisible sheep farm trail extends to the mountainside.

In the past Qingming and Winter Solstice there were people who came to the graves, but now there are not many people who come to the graves in the Spring Festival.

The intentional one will draw a circle on the ground and say a few words to burn paper money for the ancestors.

I don’t even think of my ancestors if I don’t have a heart.

Therefore, the weeds on this mountain trail are lush.

The two brothers Fang Xinbin and Fang Xinbao slashed all the way with a sickle alone.

Sister-in-law gave a special account yesterday, so Lan Caiyi wore a pair of trousers today, otherwise it would be really troublesome.

As for the little guy, it didn't really matter if he was held by his father the whole time.

Not everyone actually went up the mountain today.

Except for the special situation of Fangyuan's family, where the whole family is here, the rest are basically men.

Because according to the past tradition, a woman cannot go to the ancestral grave, because a woman is yin, and she is afraid of colliding with her ancestors. In addition, if she falls to a woman to go to the grave, it means that there is no one in the family and we will die.

Of course, in modern times, there is not so much attention to it. Even the Mingbi can be the master of the revision in the world, and there is nothing that cannot be changed.

So today my grandma is here, and there is also a lady.

Grandma was going to say a few words before grandpa's grave, telling grandpa that the youngest son came back, and she did not apologize to her hometown.

The aunt came to see the uncle naturally.

Because there are old people, I took several breaks in the middle of the road, but my grandmother is in good spirits. There are so many people from Fang's father and second uncle.

So while waiting for a break, grandma also knit a little hat for the little guy with the dog's tail grass on the side of the road.

A bit similar to the purple golden crown worn by Monkey King, two long bristlegrass are exactly the two whiskers on the purple golden crown.

The second uncle said that grandma was very good at knitting when she was young, and she stopped knitting when she was old.

"Dad, am I very beautiful?" The little guy put his hat on his head, proud.

"Very beautiful, thank you too grandma." Fang Yuan took out her phone and took a photo of her.

"Thank you, grandma too." The little guy leaned up to grandma too and kissed her on the cheek.

Too grandma was so happy to hear that.

"Too grandma's eyes are not good, and I don't know the size is appropriate." Too grandma said modestly.

"Grandma, it's great, you will teach me this craft in the future." Fang Yuan said with a smile beside her.

In fact, it's not like what he said, grandma knits entirely by feeling, so it's a little big, and the little guy is a little loose on her head, but it's just a plaything, not so particular.

"Why do you study this? You are a great person, so you can't waste your time on these things."

"Grandma, you can't say that. This is a traditional craft, which belongs to intangible cultural heritage. If it is not passed down, it will be lost in the future."

"How can it be, these people from ten miles and eight villages can weave a lot." Grandma smiled disapprovingly.

"But I just want to learn, grandma must teach me." Fang Yuan took her hand.

"Okay, okay, you have to learn, grandma teaches you." Grandma gently groped for Fangyuan's palm, and said cheerfully.

"Mom, you can drink some water, we will be there soon." The aunt took out a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her grandmother.

Mother Fang also caught the little guy and asked her to drink some water.

Fang Yuan stood up and came to Lan Caiyi. Lan Caiyi was sitting on a boulder, her legs stretched straight, and she kept pinching it with her hands.

"How about it, can you hold on?"

"It's okay. Didn't the auntie say that she will be there soon? Just hold on."

"I really can't walk, I'll carry you up." Fang Yuan squatted down and helped her gently pinch her leg.

Lan Caiyi let go of her hand, held the big stone back, and supported her body, feeling a moment of relaxation.

"Dad, look, look, what did I find?" Suddenly the little guy ran over with a look of excitement, and handed a small flower on his hand to Fang Yuan's eyes.

Fang Yuan took a look and didn't think there was anything special.

"It has four colors, didn't you find it?" the little guy said dissatisfied.

Fangyuan was a little surprised now. From the center of the stamen, this small flower changed from white to light yellow, then light yellow to light purple, and then purple to red, forming a gradual process.

"This is my big discovery." The little guy was very proud.

"Then you have to put it away." Fang Yuan said casually.

Then concentrate on helping Lan Caiyi pinch her leg.

At this moment, the little guy stretched out her leg.

"...What are you doing?" Fang Yuan asked silently.

"I want to squeeze too." The little guy said with a bulging mouth.

"You didn't walk, I held you all the way, what are you going to pinch?"

"No, I will squeeze." The little guy said stubbornly.

Fang Yuan couldn't help her, she stretched out her hand and squeezed her fleshy calf twice.

"Yeah (Nagai)." The little guy frowned and became angry.

"Not sincere at all, why can't you just pinch it like your mother, how can you do this?"

"Haha" Lan Caiyi laughed.

"Come here, mom will pinch it for you." Lan Caiyi said with a smile.

"No, I want my father to pinch." The little guy said capriciously.

"Well, you sit down, Dad will help you pinch." Fang Yuan said seriously.

The little guy was not polite, and sat down beside her mother, and then put her short legs on her mother's lap.

The little guy was wearing short shorts, and his fleshy calf was exposed, white and tender.

Fang Yuan reached out and pulled a dog's tail grass next to it and swept it lightly across her leg.

O(∩_∩)O haha~

The little guy laughed and drilled into his mother's arms, kicking around with his calves.

The birds in the startled forest flew around.