My dad's life

After everyone had a good rest, they continued to climb up. This circuit was not far, and it only took about 10 minutes.

The little guy didn't want his father to hold him, and ran behind him, pulling the grass for a while and picking flowers.

Fang Yuan was afraid that she might be bitten by mosquitoes, so she sprayed some of the mosquito repellent water she brought.

The Fang family’s ancestral tomb is located on a slope on the Hou Mountain of Yuhuangding. All the ancestors of the Fang family are buried in this area.

However, many tombs are no longer worshipped.

Even if Fangyuan and the others went to the grave this time, at most they would pay homage to Grandpa and Grandma.

There are many tombs on the hillside, but few are really well built.

Including grandpa and uncle, that is, just a small bag.

But there are two tombstones.

Uncle's tomb looked very new. The cup of worship in front of the tombstone was covered with a layer of black ash, and the head of the tomb was covered with a layer of green weeds, not high, but dense.

Grandpa's grave is similar, but it looks more messy and lush.

Father Fang and Er uncle used sickles to remove weeds from grandpa's grave.

And Fang Xinbao and Fang Xinbin clean up the weeds on their father's grave together.

Fang Xinhe and Wang Xiangming who followed piled up the paper houses, paper horses, paper people, etc., on the open space beside them.

At the same time, there are a lot of things like fireworks and firecrackers.

Fortunately, Liang Feibai and others helped, otherwise it would not be easy to get a trip.

Fang Yuan helped her grandma to sit in front of her grandfather's grave. She leaned on the tombstone, whispering, but Fang Yuan didn't listen carefully. Instead, she stood up and picked up a shovel to help dig a grave cap.

The little guy was very curious about this scene. He didn't know what the adults were doing, so naturally he couldn't talk about being afraid.

She grabbed a piece of grass here and a vine there. After a while, the cape gooseberry was attracted. Its scientific name should be called the mushroom fruit, but because it looks like a lantern, the villagers call it cape gooseberry.

The little guy picked a lot, but it's already November, so basically the skin has turned yellow and shattered when touched, rarely green.

Fang Yuan dug up the grave cap, and Father Fang and the others were almost finished.

So Fang Yuan and Fang Xinbao moved their grave caps to grandpa's grave and the other to uncle's grave.

This is also very particular. Not everyone can get it. It must be done by immediate family members. If there is no immediate family member, then the nephew will do it.

If there are two parents in the grave, then two people are needed. By relying on the grave cap, the passerby knows whether the single parent or the parents are buried under the grave cap. Just press a piece of paper money under the grave cap.

Of course, the customs are different in different places. In some places, single parents just shovel a shovel of dirt and press paper money without putting on their grave hats.

This is the custom in the countryside. Few people in the city know about it. For example, Lan Caiyi is very curious about what this is. She has never seen it. After all, Grandpa Lan's urn is placed in the cemetery. Not so particular.

There is a shallow pit in front of the graves of grandpa and uncle. This is for burning paper. After all, it is on the mountain to prevent fire.

However, there are no trees in this cemetery, probably because they were afraid of causing fire, so they were cut down a long time ago.

When the paper money burned, it was really smoky. I bought a lot this time, and the weather was hot. When it burned, it was really a heat wave.

Even the curious little guy hides far away.

Only the uncle and the second uncle kept turning around with branches to make the paper money burn.

Then several juniors, including Fang Yuan and Xin Xin, put their paper money in plastic bags on the ground, and knocked their heads at grandpa and uncle.

The little guy probably kowtows for the first time, and Fangyuan asked her to learn her own way, but she tried too hard and almost turned over.

Now everyone was amused, and a lot of sadness was virtually diminished.

According to rural customs, Lan Caiyi and Fangyuan didn't set up a banquet, and they didn't change their slogans as parents. She was not a wife, she didn't have to kowtow.

But she still smashed. In her words, if all the certificates are obtained, can she still be considered a member of their old family?The country is bigger than the sky, the country has the final say.

The paper was burning here, and the two brothers Fang Xinbao also lit the paper offerings they bought. It was really blazing and smoky.

Fang Xinhe also lit the firecrackers. At this moment, it really felt like gongs and drums were humming in unison.

Fang Yuan hurriedly covered the little guy's ears and hugged her to the upper hand. Fang's mother and aunt also helped her grandma to find a place to sit down.

"Oh, this is probably the last time I have come to give your grandfather to the grave. Next time, it is probably the time to bury me." Grandma looked at the dancing light and shadow not far away, and suddenly Fang Yuan said.

"How come, grandma, you must live a long...200 years old."

Fang Yuan wanted to say that he would live a hundred years old, but suddenly remembered that his grandmother was only a hundred years old.

When the grandma heard this, he made a laugh, "Isn't there anyone who lives two hundred years old, wouldn't he be the bastard?"

At this time, Father Fang and Second Uncle came over, and Father Fang said to his grandmother, "Mom, I decided to repair both Dad and Brother's graves before this year."

The grandma heard the words and said: "If you want to repair your father's grave, your brothers can make up your mind. As for your elder brother's grave, you can discuss it with Xinbao."

Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi, who were sitting next to him, were a little puzzled when they heard the words, because grandma’s remarks were a bit weird. It is supposed to be a good thing to build a grave, and they are both their own family members. Fang's father and second uncle are also elders. Why should we talk to Fang Xinbao? discuss.

Mother Fang explained to them: “The ancestral grave cannot be moved at will. It must be approved by the eldest son and grandson. If your uncle is not there, your second uncle will be the main repairer of the grandfather’s grave, and the uncle’s grave is naturally Xinbao is in charge. In the past, repairing tombs was a major event, and you could not move it casually."

"So many rules?" Fang Yuan said silently.

"This is already considered good. Fortunately, your father is a man. If your father is a woman, he can't even mention the grave repair today.

Because if the grave is repaired, if the descendants of the Lao Fang family encounter any bad luck, they will definitely be blamed, because the woman is a foreigner."

"Then, if the son is not filial, the daughter can't repair the grave for her parents?"

"That's not it? But now people are open-minded, not too particular about the past, general discussion is still possible."

"In the past, women were so pitiful, they had no power at all." Lan Caiyi sighed from the side.

"Actually, these are all ignorant thoughts in the past. For example, my surname is Fang. If this Fang's surname really goes back up, it might come from motherhood." Fang Yuan said with a smile.

"Huh? This is impossible, right?" Lan Caiyi said in surprise.

"Of course it is possible, because mankind was a matrilineal society in the first place. At that time, people often only knew their mother but not their father.

Everything seems chaotic. The blood relationship of many clans is not so clear. Therefore, in order to make it clearer that this clan is a descendant of a female ancestor, with a surname, it becomes a surname, and it becomes the same blood of this clan. Sign."

"Really, you didn't fool me?" Lan Caiyi's face was embarrassed, the real history is unbelievable, so to speak, the persistence of these patrilineal society is not very ridiculous.

"Why are you fooling? These can be found on the Internet. In fact, there are many traditions. If you really want to go back to the source, it may just be a ridiculous reason or matter."

"Another example is our current ancestor worship habit." Fang Yuan pointed to the paper money still burning in the distance.

...

Because they were afraid of causing wildfires, everyone sat on the hillside and waited for the fire to be fully burned. After filling them with soil, everyone left.

On the way down the mountain, everyone except the little guy was very heavy.

When it was almost halfway there, grandma hummed softly.

Singing a folk song, my heart is enthusiastic.

Drive the sheep up the hillside.

The mountains and wilds have beautiful scenery, and the goats who eat do not move.

Swing the sledge whip, catch up with the mountain every time.

...

Grandma sang a dialect minor, which was very nice. Fang Yuan could barely hear what was wrong, and the aunt gradually began to open her mouth to agree with her.

Just as grandma sang again, ah, this sound, the little guy suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Yodl-Ay-EEE-Ooooo..."

She sang very well, but also very funny, everyone laughed.

However, Fang Yuan and Lan Caiyi glanced in surprise, because this is a very famous yodel singing.

This kind of singing originated from the Swiss Alps and was used to call the sheep and cows in the mountains. She used it to pick up grandma's songs, which can be said to be very suitable.

Does the little guy understand what grandma sings, or does it say that music has no borders and it resonates with itself.