Chapter 248

The next day, the party had breakfast and set out again.

First, Daya went to the coffin shop and bought a lot of paper money, gold foil for sacrifice and firecrackers, which were full of bamboo baskets.

Xinghua village is located 50 Li to the south of Lin county. The terrain here is flat, with a few hectares of fertile land. It is completely different from the mountainous slope land in Qingjiang county or Ma county. Most of the land here belongs to the big families in the county, and ordinary villagers are tenants.

Although the appearance of the two carriages is simple and unadorned, they still attract the attention of the villagers in Xinghua village. After all, there are still no families in Xinghua village who can afford to buy two horses. It's good to have ox carts, mules and donkey carts.

So the villagers at the entrance of the village looked at them curiously and looked at them frequently.

With the support of Lu Yunkai, song Xintong got out of the carriage. The twins also followed him, "is this Xinghua village?"

The villagers thought it was a distant relative who had come back to visit them. An old woman who was cutting rice in the roadside paddy field looked at Song Xintong and said, "yes, which one are you looking for?"

Song Xintong nodded, a faint smile, "we are here to worship song hunter."

The song hunter is ah Yeh. The worker doesn't know his name, but only his surname is song. This is another reason why the song master wants to take ah Yeh home.

The old woman's face changed when she heard the word "Song Hunter". Although the people of Xinghua village were close to the foot of the mountain, they could not hunt. The only one who could be called "Song Hunter" was the original one, and her surname was song.

These people come to worship him? Could it be that the missing little boy was found back? Will you come for revenge? The old woman was a little uneasy and looked at Song Xintong warily. "There is no Hunter surnamed song in our village. Are you looking for the wrong place? Those villagers on the other side of the mountain can hunt. Why don't you go to the other side of the mountain and have a look? "

Song Xintong frowned and thought they were fools.

At this time, a child carrying a small basket passed by, listening to their conversation, and then said, "grandma Ma, your memory is getting worse and worse. Song hunter's grave is on the mountain."

The old woman's face suddenly changed, scolded: "you little boy know a fart, that is not."

The child didn't believe her. He looked at Song Xintong and said, "I know. I know. I'll take you."

Song Xintong looked at the black monkey like boy. He was about the same age as Dabao. At the moment, he felt very sensible and lovely. "Please take us."

The child waved and called them into the village, "you come with me."

After seven turns and eight turns, he finally stopped at the foot of the mountain. The child pointed to the path up the mountain, "that rotten house belongs to butcher song, and their grave is behind it."

"You know a lot." Song Xintong said.

The child said with a smile, "when I followed my grandfather to cut firewood in the mountain, my grandfather pointed it out to me."

"Thank you very much." Song Xintong said thanks. After the child ran away, several people went up the mountain.

After more than 30 years of wind and rain, the house has long been out of shape, with only two unfinished adobe walls, which are overgrown with weeds and rampant vines.

Daya took the firewood knife that had been on the car to clean up the weeds.

"Sister, the house is gone." Dabao said in a low voice, "we should come earlier."

"It's too long. It's broken." Song Xintong looked at the old homestead. Before, there should have been three Adobe houses, and they were mixed with stones. He thought that their life was not too bad.

If it had not been for that disaster, it would have been full of children and grandchildren and a happy and harmonious life here.

"Sister, did you hunt before?" Xiao Bao asked, leaning his head.

Song Xintong nodded: "well."

"Who is the master or the elder sister?" Xiao Bao asked again.

Dabao said, "I'm sure you're good."

Xiaobao thought, "I also think that my father is powerful. My father was born by my father. My father is also powerful. My father is even more powerful."

"Well." Song Xintong looked at Daya had cleared a path, and then followed to the back of the house.

Daya looked for it, then pointed to the two bags, "girl, here it is."

Song Xintong looked in the direction of her fingers and saw several bamboo sticks in front of the two earth bags. There was red wax on the bamboo sticks. The color had faded, but it could be seen that it had been burned around Qingming.

"Who could it be?" Song Xintong looked at Lu Yunkai and said, "will you be the mother of ah Nai?"

"If you want to know, let's ask again." Lu Yunkai took a firewood knife to help cut the weeds one foot high from the grave. Song Xintong also helped to pull them out, and soon cleaned them out.

The two small earthen bags were very low. They looked a bit like graves. Song Xintong was disappointed, "let's find a master to have a rest here. It's not decent."

"Good." There's nothing wrong with Lu Yunkai.

Song Xintong called the twins over and asked them to kowtow and kneel down. They did a good job, "ah Yeh, ah Nai, we came to see you. We didn't know you before, but now we know. We will come to see you often in the future. We'll burn more paper money for you. You can buy some delicious food. If you can buy some for your parents, too..."

Looking at their actions, song Xintong couldn't help wiping his eyes. I hope your family can get together below, and bless the twins to grow up healthily and have a promising future.

Lu Yunkai looked at her red eyes, the handkerchief wiped her eyes, "nothing, I'll be there in the future."

"Well." Song Xintong by landing clouds open, silent looking at the two graves, no longer speak.

After the sacrifice, several people got up and stood aside. Song Xintong looked at the lush forest and the towering mountains behind him, and felt inexplicable loneliness in his heart.

"Sister, are we leaving now? Shall we come again? " Xiao Bao asked with red eyes.

"It's like this today. I'll go to the town and ask the master to come and repair the grave for me. I'll take them for a few days." Song Xintong said.

"Oh." Xiaobao turned his head and waved to their graveyard. "Ah ye, ah Nai, we'll see you tomorrow. Tell me what you want and I'll take it for you."

Song Xintong chuckled, which was really funny, "OK, go down."

As soon as they got to the old house, they saw the little boy leading an old man and two 30-year-old men up in a hurry.

Song Xintong looks at the mud and grass scraps on several men's feet. It seems that he has just come back from the paddy field and hasn't had time to wash his feet. What's the rush to do?

As soon as the little boy saw them, he cried out, "ah Yeh, that's them."