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Qingming Festival is a traditional festival in Daqi. On this day, people pay homage to their deceased relatives and express their condolences.

At the same time, relatives and friends of the same family gather together to enhance each other's feelings and let this blood relationship firmly bind everyone together.

On the Qingming Festival, all the shops in the town were closed, and the government offices also implemented a holiday. Not only Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongjin, who were running the restaurant business, returned to Changping Village, but also Xiao An, who worked as an errand in the county's military department, and Hu

Dajie, the magistrate of Guang County, also returned with Huang Mao and Xiao Shunzi.

In addition, the transportation team left behind by Yang Ruoqing had just returned to the village after a hundreds-mile journey to escort goods, and every household was very lively.

On the day of Qingming Festival, firecrackers exploded from time to time in Mianniu Mountain behind the village. On the mountain trails, from time to time, I met fellow villagers who went into the mountains to burn incense.

On such a special day, the wild beasts have already been frightened and hid deep in the forest, so the more accessible places are safe.

No, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian went up the mountain to burn incense, with Luo Baobao and Zuo Jingling behind them.

In front of the four of them, the giant teddy trotted happily, swinging its short curly tail. From time to time, he was attracted by butterflies on the roadside, and would rush into the grass to chase the butterflies.

Another little squirrel scurried across the branches above his head, and Teddy raised his head and barked at the treetops.

Baby Luo whistled, and Teddy quickly turned around and ran back to her like a gust of wind.

She patted Teddy on the head and said, "Don't bully them. Be honest, or I won't take you into the mountains."

Teddy seemed to understand what she said, and quickly swung his tail and ran ahead to lead the way.

Luo Baobao raised his hand to wipe the hot sweat from his head, looking at the winding mountain road, his mouth felt dry.

A water bag was stretched out in front of him.

Turning around, he happened to see Zuo Jingling's handsome and rosy face.

"Ah, you actually brought some water secretly? That's great!"

She smiled and took the water bag, unscrewed it and took a few sips, then handed it back to Zuo Jingling, "Thank you very much. This water bag is really good, and the tea inside is still warm!"

Zuo Jingling pursed his lips, seemingly showing a faint smile, then twisted the lid and stuffed the water bag into Luo Baobao's hand again.

This water bag was made by himself.

He read a big book "Craft Workshop" that his father gave him and made the work according to it.

From the materials to the workmanship to the mechanical skills inside, everything is very particular.

From the outside it looks like just an ordinary deerskin water bag, but there is a lot going on inside.

It can hold cold water and hot water at the same time, and the hot and cold temperatures will not stagger.

It can also hold salt water and sugar water at the same time, and the taste will not be lost.

The sun will not burn you in the summer, and the cold will not invade you in the winter.

It took him nearly half a month to make this one.

He planned to give it to her.

"I've drank. I'm not thirsty now. Jingling, drink it yourself." Luo Baobao smiled at Zuo Jingling like a big sister and waved his hand.

But Zuo Jingling stubbornly put the water bag into Luo Baobao's hand, and then raised his hand to make a gesture.

"What? Are you going to give me this water bag?" Luo Baobao asked in surprise.

Naturally, she also knew that he had locked himself in the room while studying some time ago and tinkered, and finally tinkered with the water bag.

This water bag shocked the uncle of the Zuo family at that time, and he even explained the wonderful features of this water bag to the old lady of the Zuo family in detail.

Unexpectedly, Jingling actually gave this water bag to him, and Baby Luo was a little flattered.

"I don't want it. This is your hard work. Keep it for yourself..." Luo Baobao refused with a smile.

Zuo Jingling stretched out his hands stubbornly, his eyes even more stubborn.

Luo Baobao had no choice but to take the water bag and hang it on his waist.

Thinking of something, she took off a large Xiuhua purse hanging from her waist, found a pair of small ivory white chopsticks with a red silk thread tied to them, and brought them to Jingling.

"This pair of chopsticks was brought back to me by my brother Chen'er from the capital last time. It can be used both for eating and for collection and viewing. I have always kept it with me and was reluctant to use it. Now I will give it to you. I hope

You like it."

Zuo Jingling took the ivory chopsticks and raised them to his eyes, squinting and looking at them carefully.

The ivory chopsticks glowed softly in the sunlight, complementing his ivory white skin, making the little boy in front of him even more picturesque, with delicate features as if they were carved.

Luo Baobao couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Jingling is so good-looking. Apart from my brother Chen'er, he is the most handsome boy in the world!"

"What are you two doing? Why don't you leave?"

Behind them, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian came over and saw the two children standing on the roadside. They couldn't help but smile and ask.

"We are exchanging gifts, let's go now."

Luo Baobao smiled behind him, took Zuo Jingling's hand and walked forward.

After burning incense and returning home, Tuoba Xian was already busy in the backyard, and Xiao Yaxue helped her.

That day, Risong was chopping firewood at the door of the kitchen. Their eldest son was helping to carry the chopped wood into the kitchen. The younger son stood aside and clapped his little hands and watched in excitement.

"Daddy is so awesome. He is chopping firewood with his palms. He is so strong!" the younger son cheered.

That day Risong smiled proudly at his youngest son: "Your father and I used to be warriors at the Naadam Conference. This strength is incredible!"

"When I grow up, I want to be as powerful as my father and chop firewood with one hand!" said the youngest son.

Narisong smiled heartily: "Okay, then you have to practice kung fu diligently like your brother!"

The voices of father and son reached the kitchen, and Tuoba Xian and Xiao Yaxue, who were busy preparing an authentic Daliao cuisine, looked at each other and smiled.

Tuoba Xian said with emotion: "You followed me and gave up the luxurious life of Daliao to come here. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. The children were born and grew up here without ever seeing the grassland. Even the Naadam Conference has

I just heard it from your mouth, and every time I think about it, I feel really ashamed."

Xiao Yaxue comforted Tuoba Xian with a smile while kneading her face: "You must never say such things. It is our honor to follow you here, and it is our clan's mission to protect you!"

"As for the children, they are young and don't understand anything. As long as their parents are there, they feel at home."

"I see that they live very well here, mingle with the children in the village, and are very happy."

"And our efforts have not been lazy at all. We have been paying attention to the situation in Daliao, and all forces have been accumulating and deploying. Qing'er and Fengtang have also never given up on taking back Daliao. Please also ask

Madam, don’t be melancholy, wait patiently for the opportunity.”
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