Xiao Nianzhi and the others didn't have any choice, as long as the food was clean and safe.
After all, we need to consider that there is a prince among them.
Yan Nanrong's tastes good, so it's okay.
As for the others?
After watching it for a long time, it has a unique wildness.
However, it just looks like this.
Really let him adapt...
Yan Nanrong:.
Can't get used to it!
Think about how I didn’t sleep well last night!
For the village, lunch is equivalent to an annual banquet.
The taste is actually quite good. The sisters-in-law and aunts who cook delicious food in the village got together and worked hard, and the result was very good.
After dinner, they went around the village and took a look at the distribution of fields in their village.
The promotion of agricultural tools has obviously not reached the local level, at least not here in Chenzhou.
Or maybe it has arrived, but only in Fuzhou, with so many villages under its jurisdiction, and the promotion is obviously not that fast.
Xiao Nianzhi came back this time to help promote it.
So, I will study it again after I return to Fuzhou.
In the evening, they returned to town.
It's the same inn again, and it's another hot night with friends.
Yan Nanrong:......
Woohoo!
too difficult!
But when people are extremely tired, they don’t really care about the environment.
I didn't sleep well yesterday, and I had another busy day today.
After coming back today, Yan Nanrong simply took a shower to wash away all the fatigue. He didn't even eat dinner, so Yan Nanrong fell asleep directly.
When Xiao Nianzhi heard that he was asleep, he asked his servants a few more questions and realized that he was just very tired, so he didn't bother him any more.
I didn’t sleep well last night, but it’s pretty good that I’ve been able to hold on until now.
Moreover, Xiao Nianzhi already felt very good that the little prince who was so noble in the past was not picky when he came to such an environment.
Turn around and it’s July 26th, which is also Xiao’s mother’s memorial day.
They packed up and entered Murakami's grave early in the morning.
The trail up the mountain has been cleared in advance by the village.
However, it is summer now, and the vegetation in the forest is already lush, so there are still weeds half as tall as a person on both sides of the trail.
Grandpa Feng looked like he wanted to take action, but Xiao Nianzhi stopped him.
With his current small body, Xiao Nianzhi didn't dare to let him really go through trouble, so he asked the guards to help.
After cleaning up the path and making it more spacious, Grandpa Feng felt a little better.
However, the steps under my feet became heavier and heavier.
Maybe it's due to the shyness of being close to home.
The closer he got, the slower his steps became.
Yesterday, it wasn't that Grandpa Feng wasn't in a hurry to go up the mountain, he just...
Some dare not.
Grandpa Feng wonders if his daughter will blame him?
He felt uneasy, so his steps became slower and slower.
But it’s hot today and the road is uphill, so everyone is not going fast, but it’s not obvious at all.
In other words, Xiao Nianzhi saw it, but how to persuade him about this kind of thing?
She didn't have the experience of Grandpa Feng, she hadn't walked the same path that he had walked, and she hadn't felt the pain that he had suffered from not being able to find his daughter for many years.
Therefore, she cannot sympathize with this kind of thing.
The persuasion was only superficial and could not really make grandpa feel relieved.
So, let him digest it slowly.
Moreover, I haven’t seen the grave yet.
The strongest emotions have not yet resolved, so persuasion at this time is of little use.
The mountain road eventually ends, because this hilltop is by default regarded as the graveyard in their village.
Therefore, in this area, from the deepest point outward, all the people of the Xiao clan are buried.
Father Xiao is not in the newest row. There are several new graves for the younger generation further down. They must be people who have passed away in the past few years.
After all, the average life expectancy in ancient times was not high.
For modern people, it is in the prime of life, but for many ancient people, it is even considered old age.
Therefore, many people die early in their thirties and forties.
Father Xiao's seniority is neither high nor low, and some of the younger generations are indeed not too young.
Therefore, it is normal for someone who died early to be buried in the row in front of him.
Xiao Nianzhi took his grandfather to the second row.
When Xiao's father left last year, the clan leader set up a new monument for him. It wasn't very fancy, but at least it had a name and surname, so that people who came to worship could quickly find their place.
Xiao's father and Xiao's mother were buried together, and Xiao's mother never recovered her memory until her death.
Therefore, what is written on the tombstone of the joint burial today is: Xiao Zhiwei.
Looking at the name that had nothing to do with his daughter's name, Grandpa Feng, who had been tensed all the way, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and slumped there, covering his mouth and burst into tears.
At first, his voice was low, as if he was in control, but also seemed to have the feeling of being hoarse and unable to cry after being extremely sad.
But slowly, as if thinking of the past, or looking at the current world of yin and yang, Grandpa Feng's voice became increasingly uncontrollable.
Infected by such an atmosphere, Xiao Nianzhi felt a little sad and uncomfortable, and tears welled up.
Last year, we only performed a simple worship service at White Horse Temple. In the spring of this year, we copied scriptures in the Queen Mother's Buddhist Hall.
Now that he actually came to the graves of the couple, Xiao Nianzhi knelt there, placing the sacrifices, and silently explained to them about the original owner in his heart.
In fact, Xiao Nianzhi didn't know where the original owner had gone.
I hope that their family of three can finally be reunited.
Even though Xiao's mother was in poor health, she still risked her life to give birth to this child. This included gratitude to Xiao's father, but also her expectation and love for this child.
So, if possible, she actually wants to spend more time with her child.
Father Xiao loved the original owner very much.
After Xiao's mother died, he did not remarry. He raised the original owner as both father and mother, and devoted too much love to this daughter.
Xiao Nianzhi thought, if the original owner feels homeless, then go home.
At least, there are parents who love him.
Thinking of this, Xiao Nianzhi's eyes felt sour. She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears before arranging the sacrifices.
She didn't try to persuade Grandpa Feng.
The other party has been looking for a girl for many years, and now he has finally found someone, even if it is just a grave. However, the sour and uncomfortable feeling in his heart finally has a place to vent, and let him vent it. Otherwise, it would be uncomfortable to keep it in his heart.
As long as his body can still bear it, Xiao Nianzhi will not persuade him for the time being.
Maybe it was due to the atmosphere, but Yan Nanrong, who was only a little bit sad at first, was influenced by these two people and wiped away tears several times.
He has actually never met this legendary aunt.
However, I heard that the other party is the most beautiful among the Feng sisters and has the best temperament.
It's just a pity that I'm not in good health.
Now it seems that life is either good or bad.
A good fortune means being born into a wealthy family, living a worry-free life, and being loved by parents.
The bad thing is that he was robbed when he was young, and he forgot about his past and never lived a wealthy life again.
However, luckily, she met the kind-hearted Xiao family.
Yan Nanrong wiped away his tears while looking at Xiao Nianzhi who was kneeling there, and then he knelt down silently.
He thought that if he could teach his cousin such a transparent and generous person, the Xiao family's uncle must also be a very good person.