Yang Ruoqing gave Yang Yongjin a few more words of comfort, and soon the large army arrived at its destination, Niutou Peak.

The ancestral graves of the old Yang family are buried in this area.

Old Yangtou and his children and grandchildren stopped in front of a tomb, and then began to order Yang Hua'an, Yang Huazhou and others to go over to the tomb and cut down the extra dead branches on the tomb.

Everyone got busy. Here, Mrs. Sun and her children were waiting patiently.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the tomb that was sorted out and appeared to be larger than the tombs next to it.

She turned around and asked Sun, "Mom, which ancestor is buried in this grave?"

Mrs. Sun glanced over there and whispered, "Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother."

"oh."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it turned out to be Lao Yangtou's parents.

Husband and wife are buried together

"Mom, that small slope next to it, is it a tomb or something?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her attention to the collapsed soil slope over there and asked Sun.

Intuitively, she felt that it should also be a tomb.

But just now, I heard Old Yangtou ordering his children and grandchildren to throw all the cut down dead branches and weeds to that place.

If it was really a tomb, then what Old Yangtou did was a little inappropriate.

Respecting the dead, you put all your unwanted things on other people's houses. Aren't you afraid of that?

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Sun showed a look of embarrassment on her face.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she immediately felt that there was something wrong and asked more questions.

Mrs. Sun glanced at the busy Yang family over there, gritted her teeth, and muttered a few words into Yang Ruoqing's ear.

"Yeah, there's still something like this."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed with surprise.

Mrs. Sun, however, winked at her and whispered, "This is a matter for our ancestors, the old Yang family. As a junior, it's better not to make it public."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, I understand."

She turned around, her eyes swept over the lonely small grave again, then looked at the collective tomb here, and shook her head secretly.

As a woman, never be a mistress.

Regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, if the mistress wants to defeat her original wife and gain the upper hand, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

In the end, you will become old and your appearance will fade, men will no longer care about you, and you will not gain much status. You will not be able to enter the ancestral tomb after you die.

Buried on the edge, all alone, with no son or daughter left behind.

The tomb collapsed and no one repaired it. During the holidays, there was no incense.

When you were alive, you were looked down upon by others, and after your death, your grave will be trampled by your original wife’s children and descendants. Why bother?

But, having said that, the old Yang family has been farmers for generations, so how could old Yangtou’s father, old Yangtou, have a concubine?

Well, this is indeed a lucky secret of the old Yang family. When I go back, I must dig it up with my father.

Incense was burned, kowtows were kowtowed, and firecrackers were set off.

Old Yangtou stood in front of the grave, his eyes full of tears, and he muttered something, as if he was telling his parents who had been buried in the ground.

The others also lowered their heads, did not gnaw, and listened silently.

The mountain breeze blows, the sun sets, and there is a different kind of desolation and loneliness in the mountains.

Yang Ruoqing tightened her clothes tightly and wanted to go back.

Fortunately, at this time, Old Yangtou finally waved his hand, "It's almost done, let's go down the mountain."

When the group of people returned to the village, dusk was falling.

Ahead was the gate of Lao Yang's house, and Lao Yang headed straight forward with his children and grandchildren.

Behind him, Mrs. Sun led her three children and turned into the entrance of the small alley next to them.

After the family is separated, you cannot enter through the main entrance of Lao Yang's house, unless there are special circumstances.

In Yang Huazhong's house, the sound of Old Sun Tou and Yang Huazhong talking could be heard.

Yang Ruoqing secretly curled her lips.

It's great to have Mr. Ga here. I don't have to worry about my dad being alone all day and having difficulty drinking water.

"Qing'er, you take your two younger brothers to have a rest, while mother goes to boil water for dinner." Mrs. Sun said.

"Mom, you should take your brothers to rest, and I'll take care of dinner," Yang Ruoqing suggested.

"Alright"

So, the ladies went their separate ways.

Yang Ruoqing filled all the earthen pots with cold water.

On the stove, embedded in the middle of two pots for cooking rice and cooking, there are three earthen pots, large and small.

These earthen jars are very useful.

It can be used to boil water for drinking and bathing for the whole family.

It can also be used to hold rice soup, stew soup, etc.

There is the largest earthen pot, which will be used to cook pig food in the future.

Yang Ruoqing considered that everyone was sweating while hiking and had to take a hot bath at night, so she filled all the large and small earthen jars with water.

What should I make for dinner?

She began to think about it again.

I'm a little tired and don't want to cause too much trouble.

Suddenly I thought of going back to the market last time and weighing the ten kilograms of wheat flour I brought back.

Yang Ruoqing went back to the house and scooped out portions for six people, and brought two eggs, planning to make scallion egg pancakes at night to reward her family.

Beat two eggs into the wheat flour, a handful of chopped green onions, sprinkle in a little salt, then add cold water and start stirring.

Because it is a soft pancake with a thin pastry, similar to dough.

Therefore, there is no need to knead the dough, just stir it into a semi-fluid liquid.

Then stuff firewood into the stove mouth and heat the pot.

Pick up the loofah naan and dip it in some rapeseed oil, and brush it neatly around the bottom of the pot to make sure it doesn't stick to the pot.

Then, use a ladle to scoop out the egg noodles liquid and pour it into the pot.

Just pour it in like a fried egg, pour it in a circle from top to bottom along the mouth of the pot

The dough mixed with eggs quickly condenses into a solid form when baked at high temperatures, adhering to the pot noodles.

Yang Ruoqing assessed the heat, picked up the two sides of the egg pancake with a spatula, and then moved her hands together, like drying a quilt, to adjust the sides.

Adjusting the edge may seem simple, but it actually tests your hand speed and skills the most.

Hehe, a single dog has very fast hands. Yang Ruoqing can slip away so fast.

The huge round egg pancake stood up whole without any cracks.

Moreover, the side that was against the pot has already taken on the right golden color.

After playing with all the facial liquid in the basin, there was already a thick stack of egg pancakes piled in the small dustpan on the pot table.

Fragrant, hot, embellished with eggs and chopped green onion, just one glance is enough to arouse people's appetite.

They are folded like small quilts and stacked neatly.

Considering that chewing the noodles like this was a bit monotonous, Yang Ruoqing took some mother-in-law dices and shepherd's purse that had been pickled some time ago, chopped them into pieces, and added some soy sauce, vinegar, and dried chili peppers to make an appetizing side dish.

In this way, when eating, you can have one bite of noodles and one bite of spicy vegetables.

You can also wrap spicy vegetables in pancakes

When she brought the noodles and spicy vegetables to the next room, she happened to catch up with Yang Huazhong and asked about the trouble between Yang Ruoqing's sister and brother Da'an and the person in the second room halfway up the mountain.

"Second brother is so outrageous. This is the second time that an elder is being roughed up by my children. How could this be done?"
Chapter completed!