The rain wasn't heavy, it was gentle, like cow hair.

It fell on the hair and shoulders, making it wet.

Mianniu Mountain in the distance is rolling and layered.

The mist in the mountains rises like layers of white gauze. Looking over it, there is an indescribable ethereal beauty.

Started climbing the mountain.

The mountain road was slippery with every step, and the ground was covered with moss, making it difficult to walk.

Luo Da'e walked one step deeper and one step shallower, while Zhou Xia beside her looked even more strenuous.

Mother and daughter, you support me and I support you.

Despite this, it still seriously delayed the team's progress.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Zhou Tong, hold on to Da'e and Xia'er. Come over here and my uncle will help you walk."

Luo Daye rushed to say: "Xia'er is a junior, how can she ask for help from the elders?"

"Zhou Tong, you take Tangyazi's things and hold them, and ask Tangyazi to help Xia'er, and I'll hold my eldest brother!"

Zhou Tongtong: "Okay!"

When I went up, I followed Luo Fengtang and got several pairs of poles and baskets into my hands.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses and prepared to take it back.

"Uncle, how can I ask you to get it? I'll get it..."

"Hey, it doesn't matter who takes it. Go and help your cousin down for your aunt, she is having a hard time eating..." Zhou Tongtong.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the girl Zhou Xia waiting on the roadside.

In the rain and mist, her petite and delicate body was wrapped in a raincoat.

He wore a big bamboo hat on his head, and under the bamboo hat he had a small face as big as a palm, which was flushed from climbing the mountain.

She was holding on to a tree nearby, panting.

Seeing him looking over, she averted her eyes for a moment and looked away, as if she was a little embarrassed.

Luo Fengtang was a little confused.

Although they are cousins, there are differences between men and women.

Here, Luo Daye was a little unhappy when she saw that Luo Fengtang was hesitant and refused to come over.

"Tangyazi, what's wrong with you? I asked you to help your cousin, why are you so frozen?" Luo Da'e asked.

The eyes of Zhou Tong and Blacksmith Luo also fell on Luo Fengtang.

There is confusion.

Luo Fengtang looked embarrassed: "Gu, you'd better ask your uncle or my uncle to help my cousin. I'm afraid I'm clumsy and I won't be able to help her properly but I'll fall down instead!"

Luo Daye said: "What's going on? Why is it so difficult for you to help your sister?"

Luo Fengtang added: "There are differences between men and women. My cousin is older and I am also engaged. This support is not appropriate!"

Hearing this, Luo Daye was unhappy.

Zhou Tong's expression also changed.

Zhou Xia frowned slightly, looking very innocent and aggrieved.

Blacksmith Luo was a little embarrassed.

He scolded Luo Fengtang: "You and Xia'er are direct cousins. Even if you both grow up, you should be close and not estranged."

"Be obedient and come here to give Xia'er a hand. With elders like us walking together, even if others see her, they won't be able to gossip!" Blacksmith Luo said.

On the side, Luo Da'e saw Zhou Xia's embarrassed look and became anxious.

"Your uncle and I are here to pick a grave for your grandma and burn incense for your dad."

"The ancestors are watching from above. Don't stand there like a silly goose. Come and help Xia'er quickly!"

Luo Daye's words were almost like orders.

Facing the scoldings and orders from Blacksmith Luo and Luo Daye, Luo Fengtang still did not move.

Even if he is beaten to death, he will not come to help him.

He promised Qing'er that he would only treat her well.

No matter whether Qing'er is present or not, he must adhere to his own principles.

Even if others scold him for not being flexible, he still admits it.

When it comes to men and women, he is willing to be a goose who accepts death!

"Uncle, I'll get the things!"

Luo Fengtang couldn't help but take everything in Zhou Tong's hand into his own.

Then he walked up the mountain without paying attention to the different looks of people behind him.

When he passed by Zhou Xia, he pursed his lips slightly and looked away.

Zhou Xia's heart was broken to pieces.

The fingers holding on to the tree were curled up slightly, and the nails dug deeply into the bark.

She is a flower in Zhoujia Village.

In Zhoujiacun, countless boys were courteous to her.

This cousin didn't even look at her?

She was very unwilling.

What kind of woman is that cousin-in-law?

When you come back, you must meet her properly!

Over there, Luo Daye was annoyed when she saw Luo Fengtang left Zhou Xia and left.

There he stamped his feet and shouted at Luo Fengtang's back: "You brat, why are you running so fast? Come back..."

"Mom, don't blame your cousin."

Zhou Xia spoke weakly.

"My cousin didn't mean not to help me. He was thinking about my reputation. I think my cousin is really good at heart!"

Zhou Xia said with a smile.

"Xia'er..."

Blacksmith Luo looked moved.

"This girl is well trained, sensible and considerate!"

Blacksmith Luo praised.

Zhou Xia smiled shyly from Blacksmith Luo again: "Thank you, uncle. I've had a good rest. Let's continue on our way without further delay."

After Zhou Xia finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the mountain, chasing Luo Fengtang's figure.

Behind him, several adults also followed.

…

The raindrops stopped falling, looking very naughty.

The old Yang family's troops burned incense at several ancestral graves, and then climbed up a mountainside.

Take a breather on the mountainside platform.

Last time I came to the mountain to burn incense during the winter solstice, I also rested here.

This place has a wide view and has become a recognized resting place for villagers to burn incense.

"Dad, Fifth Uncle, have a drink of water."

Yang Ruoqing took out the bamboo tube she brought and handed it to Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou who were sitting on the big rocks.

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "I'm not thirsty, let me give you Uncle Wu a drink."

Yang Huazhou took it and took a few sips.

Yang Ruoqing took out her own one and stood next to a big rock.

The rain stopped.

Sweat came out.

She took off the bamboo hat on her head and gently blew it in her hand.

Looking at the road below the mountainside, I thought that today is the Qingming Festival. Along the way, I met many incense-burning teams from the village.

But I didn't meet any of Lao Luo's family.
To be continued...