Yang Yongbai is not a stone, he is a person, a person of flesh and blood.

If he was young and ignorant in the past, he didn't have much feeling about the death of his parents.

But now, he is a father himself, has experienced his wife's betrayal, family breakdown, and is living alone with his son.

Only then did he truly understand what he had lost when his parents died!

When parents are there, home is there.

My parents were away, and when I returned to Lao Yang's house, to be honest, even if my grandparents were still alive, my uncles and aunts would still entertain me with hot tea and rice.

However, the feeling of being a guest cannot be ignored.

It would be more comfortable to stay at the home of my uncles and aunts than to stay in the two rooms allocated to the second bedroom in the old house.

It's just that the two rooms in the old house are deserted because no one has lived in them for many years. The rooms are covered with spider silk. When you open the door and walk in, there is a pungent musty smell. Every touch on the table is full of ashes.

, choking and making people’s throats feel itchy.

Unless he had no choice, Yang Yongbai would not want to take his son back to his old home.

When I brought my son back this time, I also temporarily lodged him with my third uncle’s house. There are many guest rooms in the third uncle’s house. After moving the grave today, I will take my son back to the place where he works in the afternoon. It’s a hot day and the father and son are staying together.

It’s also very inconvenient to stay at other people’s homes.

So at this moment, I saw the grave in front of me, which was covered with branches and dead grass. Because my father died in an accident, there was no monument on this grave.

Yang Yongbai's nose was sore and his eyes were burning. He took the shovel handed over by the person next to him, and with a heavy heart, he came to the position designated by Xiao Mo and stood up.

On the other side, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came to the grave with sacrificial objects, incense candles, and paper money.

The sacrificial objects were arranged in a row, then paper money was burned, incense and candles were lit, and wine was scattered on the ground in front of the tomb.

There seemed to be bugs hiding in the grass on the ground. After being watered with the soju, they made a squeaking sound and rolled around in the grass a few times before slithering away.

"Come here, kneel down and kowtow to your second uncle. Please ask him to get up and move to his home." Yang Huazhong turned around and ordered all the nephews and nephews of the old Yang family behind him.

Yang Yongjin and the others hurried over and knelt down in two rows in front of Yang Hualin's grave. They bowed again and again, and then Yang Huaming lit a firecracker and hung it on a nearby pine branch.

When the firecrackers were over and the worshipers were almost here, Yang Huazhong asked everyone to stand up, and then Yang Yongbai here tightened the handle of the shovel and began to shovel down the first shovel...

After the ceremony, everyone picked up the shovels and hoes they brought with them, and dug around the spot where Yang Yongbai put down the shovel as the center point.

Everyone remained silent in a tacit understanding, just digging with their heads buried...

When the night gradually dissipated and the white fish belly appeared in the east, the grave was finally dug open, revealing the scarlet coffin inside.

"This wood is so good. It has not rotted at all after many years!"

Someone in the crowd expressed this emotion.

Yang Huaming said: "Of course this coffin is good. I originally bought it for the longevity of my old man and my old lady. I didn't expect that my second brother would use it first in the end. Alas!"

There was suddenly a hint of sadness in the air.

Yang Huazhong knelt down, raised his slightly trembling hand, and gently touched the coffin in front of him.

His voice was low and a little hoarse.

"Second brother, we haven't seen each other for several years. Let's accompany Yongbai here today to help you move to a new place and take you back to the ancestral graveyard of our old Yang family to reunite with my second sister-in-law and eldest brother."

"Don't panic, don't panic!"

After Yang Huazhong said these words, he raised his hand and waved towards Yang Yongbai.

Yang Yongbai came to the coffin and knelt down with a thud.

"Dad!" As soon as he called out, his voice was choked with sobs.

He buried his head, holding the thick loess dug under his knees with both hands, his shoulders shook violently, and big tears fell down.

It fell into the loess beneath him and was immediately absorbed invisible by the soil.

Everyone said nothing and stood around the tomb in silence.

When Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and the others saw Yang Yongbai like this, their eye circles turned red.

Even Yang Yongqing, the most bohemian and usually cheerful person, calmed down at this moment and looked at all this with a solemn expression.

Sometimes he frowned, sometimes he clenched his fists, sometimes he kicked the stones under his feet irritably...

In short, everyone can feel that Yang Yongqing is in a very unhappy mood at this moment!

After a while, Yang Huazhong leaned down and gently patted Yang Yongbai on the shoulder.

"Boy Boy, get up. It's almost time. You guys can go over and get out of here."

Yang Huazhong said again.

Previously, Yang Huazhong sent the list of people who came to participate in the tomb relocation today, as well as each person's hourly horoscope, to Taoist Yuan for review.

Taoist priest Yuan circled several names on the list and emphasized that these people should stay three feet away when opening the coffin.

As a filial son, Yang Yongbai was also among them, so Yang Huazhong came over to wake him up.

Yang Yongbai seemed to be immersed in his own sadness and unable to extricate himself.

Even if his father passed away back then, and he, as a filial son, paid tribute to his biological father, he might have been young at that time, and the sadness was not as much or as deep as it is now.

Even at that time, I thought it was fun. So many people came, and as the core of the crowd, I was even envied by many friends of the same age. I also felt proud to be carrying a white flag...

So at this moment, he knelt down in front of the coffin of his biological father and son, imagining that there was only a coffin lid between father and son. Yang Yongbai had an indescribable feeling in his heart. That feeling made him feel so sad that he couldn't help crying.

The ground is hard to rise from.

Finally, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou came over to help, and finally they lifted Yang Yongbai up from the ground, handed him to Yang Yongjin, and took them aside to escape.

And here, Xiao Mo came over. He was responsible for picking up Yang Hualin's bones.

He had a solemn look on his face, his hands were wearing a pair of black leather gloves, and he was holding a black pottery jar with a narrow mouth.

There is a yellow paper charm attached to the altar.

He nodded towards Yang Huazhong.

Then he stood aside and waited.

Yang Huazhong nodded to Blacksmith Luo, Chang Gen, Daniu, Wang Hongtao, Xiao Jie's father and others who had been waiting aside.

Everyone reached a tacit understanding, distributed themselves on three sides of the coffin, and put their hands on the coffin lid together.

Yang Huazhong shouted: "One, two, three!"

Several people worked together to push the coffin lid in the same direction...

"Boom!"

When several men exert their strength together, their strength is still very strong.

Even with such a heavy coffin lid, it was pushed open effortlessly.
Chapter completed!