In the front yard of Old Yang's house, Madam Tan was also helping Old Yang tie his raincoat.

While instructing Yang Huanan and Yang Humin beside him, he said, "Your father is getting older, the mountain path is slippery, you guys shouldn't just look after yourselves, help him out a little too!"

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Yang Huainan quickly nodded: "Mother, please rest assured, your son understands."

When Yang Huazhong, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Ruqing arrived, Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin were also there.

Even Yang Yongzhi, who had lived and eaten at the master's house for years, arrived.

A hint of a smile appeared on Tan's face.

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"Where's the second son? Why hasn't he come back yet?" Tan suddenly asked.

Old Yang furrowed his brow.

"Don't ask, he must have gone to his in-laws again, up the mountain to burn incense." the old man said.

When Tan heard this, her face instantly darkened.

"What's wrong with the second son? He's our family's descendant, not his in-laws'!"

"Winter Solstice, Qingming Festival, all the same!"

"If I had known he liked clinging to his father-in-law's backside so much, I should have sent him to marry into another family!" Madam Tan said angrily.

Old Yang said with a stern face, "Let him mess around as he pleases! We'll just do our own thing!"

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Well-prepared, Old Yang led his children and grandchildren to the mountain behind the village to burn incense.

The old Luo family.

Luò Tiějiàng and Luò Fēngtáng were also in the main hall, preparing incense paper and offerings.

In the past, our family was very poor. We sometimes didn't have enough to eat.

Every year, during the Qingming Festival, Winter Solstice, and Zhongyuan Festival, these three major holidays, people simply burn incense for their ancestors and that's it.

Now that life is good, the blacksmith Luò intends to make a proper Qingming Festival offering to his ancestors.

They not only bought incense and firecrackers.

Prepared offerings of fish, poultry and duck.

Two pairs of bamboo baskets, a shoulder pole, and a shovel were also left at the door.

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I'm going to tidy up the graves of my ancestors today and make sure the soil is firm.

The two of them were busy as could be. Through the curtain of rain outside the courtyard, came the shouts of Luo Dade.

“Big brother, Tang YaZi, open the door quickly, I’m back!”

A look of surprise appeared on the blacksmith's face.

"Hey there, Táng Yázǐ. Isn't this your aunt?" he asked.

Luo Fengtang was also a little surprised.

Take a look.

As soon as the two of them reached the door, they saw three people wearing raincoats and hats running towards the main hall.

He took off his raincoat and straw hat when he reached the corridor.

It was Lu Da'e and her husband Zhou Tong, with a girl of twelve or thirteen years old by their side.

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The blacksmith, upon seeing the visitor, was quite surprised.

"Dà'é, Zhōu Tōng, how did you both come for this Qingming Festival?" he quickly asked.

Zhou Tong smiled innocently.

Luo Dade'er eagerly said: "Big brother, I had a dream the past two nights."

“I dreamed that my father came to me in a dream and said that his house was about to collapse and was leaking.”

"When I woke up, I told Zhou Tong. Zhou Tong said, 'I'm afraid our father wants us to pick a burial plot for him, so we came here!'"

Luo Dagu's words struck Luo Tiejiang deeply.

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"Okay, good. My wife and I were also planning to go pick out a burial plot today!"

"Our father even appeared in a dream, it's too mystical, hurry, come inside and have some tea to warm yourselves up."

The three people immediately went into the house.

Luo Fengtang poured them some hot tea.

Zhou Tong sized up Luofeng Tang, praising him: "He's indeed as his grandmother said. The young man is tall and handsome, a truly striking figure!"

The blacksmith chuckled.

Luo Dagua took over the conversation and said, "Zhou Tong, how are you doing? I told you my nephew is a handsome man! He beats all those young men from your Zhoujia Village by several streets!"

Zhou Tong nodded repeatedly.

Luo Fengtang felt a little embarrassed being praised like that, so he stood beside Luo Tiejiang.

He is half a head taller than the blacksmith Luo Tie.

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Lu Tiejiang looked at Lu Fengtang with a face full of satisfaction, then his gaze fell on the girl standing neatly beside Lu Daye.

“Is this… Xia?,” Lu Tiejiang asked.

Luo Dahu laughed and pushed Zhou Xia forward, "Xia'er, come here and greet your uncle and cousin!"

Zhou Xia had been lowering her head since she walked in, as if she were very shy.

She was pushed forward by her mother, her face flushed red.

"Uncle, cousin."

That voice was so tiny, like a mosquito humming.

Luo Dagu reprimanded, "You little girl, there's no one here, why do you speak so softly? I can barely hear you!"

Zhou Xia lightly bit her lip and raised her voice a little, "Uncle, cousin."

"Well, alright then!"

The blacksmith smiled and nodded.

Luo Fengtang also smiled faintly.

The blacksmith Luo said, "When I saw this girl, she was only five or six years old. Now, in the blink of an eye, she's grown into a young woman!"

Luo Daye smiled and said, "Time flies, the children have all grown up."

Then, she instructed Zhou Xia: "Your uncle is still seeing you as you were when you were little. Quickly raise your head so that your uncle can take a look at you!"

Zhou Xia followed suit, slowly lifting her head.

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She revealed a slender yet pretty face.

Her eyebrows were faint and slightly curved.

Her eyes are very beautiful and expressive.

Her nose was small and delicate, her pink lips were slightly thin, pursed lightly.

He gives the impression of being quiet, shy, and gentle.

At first glance, the blacksmith Luo felt pity for him.

"A woman changes a lot after she turns eighteen, Xia'er has really blossomed into a beauty!"

The blacksmith Luo couldn't stop praising him.

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On the side, Luofengtang also glanced at this cousin.

In his memory, when he was a child, playing at his aunt's house, there seemed to be a little girl always following him, not too far or too near.

She must be the girl right in front of me, right?

Time flies.

Everyone has grown up.

Zhou Xia was also secretly glancing at Luofeng Tang.

This uncle is even more handsome than my mother described!

Tall and mighty, he looks very strong at first glance.

Zhou Xia withdrew her gaze, her cheeks flushed with a hint of shyness. Carrying a small sense of sweetness within her, she turned and stood behind Luo Dade.

Xiao Tian listened patiently as the adults spoke.

The blacksmith Luo Tiejiang said to Luo Dahu, "My son and I are planning to go incense burning later. We'll also move the tombstones."

"Zhou Tong is a guest of honor, a distinguished visitor. Where could he possibly be asked to choose?"

“We’ll go together and pay our respects later!” said Lao Tie, the blacksmith.

Zhou Tong smiled naively, seeming to agree with whatever the other person said.

But Luo Dahu dismissed him with a wave of her hand and a sneer.

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"What kind of distinguished guest? I, your uncle, am already old!" she said.

Besides, that's where my parents are buried. Have him dig a few baskets of dirt? That's the least he could do!

“Xia’er, is that right?”

"Yes, yes, Xia'er's mother is right."

Three men agreed to go incense.

Luo Dagu and Zhou Xia also stood up to go.

Lu Tiejiang said, "The mountain road is slippery and difficult to walk. You and Xia'er should stay at home."

However, Luo Daye insisted.

“Today I came back specifically to do the Qingming Festival, haven't been there in a few years. A little drizzle is nothing.”

"Okay!"

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The blacksmith Luo Tiejiang relaxed his grip, watching this large group go up the mountain to burn incense. For several years he hadn't felt this good.

All the way up the mountain, three poles and baskets were all in Luò Fēng Táng's hands.

In addition, he was also holding a shovel in his hand.

The blacksmith Luo and Zhou Tong each held a shovel in their hands.

Luó Dà'é and Zhōu Xiá were helping each other up.