Zhou Tong smiled honestly, as if he would do whatever the other person said.

Luo Da'e waved her hand and curled her mouth.

"You are not a coquettish customer, my uncle is already old!" she said.

"Besides, my mother-in-law is buried in that grave. Why should I ask him to pick out a few baskets of soil? That's right!"

"Dad Xia'er, do you think so?"

"Yes, that's what Xiaer Niang said."

The three men agreed to burn incense.

Luo Daye and Zhou Xia also stood up and went.

Blacksmith Luo said: "The mountain road is slippery and difficult to walk on. You and Xia'er should stay at home."

Luo Da'e was very insistent.

"I came back today just for the Qingming Festival. I haven't been there for several years. What does it mean if it rains a little?"

"All right!"

Blacksmith Luo breathed a sigh of relief and watched the large army go to the mountain to burn incense. His heart had not been so happy for several years.

All the way up the mountain, three pairs of poles and baskets were in Luo Fengtang's hands.

In addition, he also held a shovel in his hand.

Blacksmith Luo and Zhou Tong each held a shovel in their hands.
Chapter completed!