Soon, it was Qingming Festival.
At this time, almost every household puts down what they are doing and goes to the mountains to visit graves.
The place where the ancestors are buried is only a little higher at the foot of the mountain. Going deeper into the mountains is still too dangerous for the villagers.
The people of Lao Zhao's family prepared paper money, incense candles, and firecrackers, and went to the grave to arrange the meals themselves.
In the place where Zhao Yun'er traveled back in time, when visiting a grave, three dishes were usually served, including chicken, fish, and meat, as well as three bowls of rice and three glasses of wine.
The wine will be poured directly on the grave after the paper is burned, and the food will be brought back to eat by oneself.
On weekdays, ordinary people have no chance to eat chicken or fish, so Qingming Festival can be regarded as a way to improve the food at home. It is similar to the Chinese New Year, and you can eat fishy things.
Zhao Yun'er got some paper money for incense candles, and the old Zhao family prepared meals.
After the visit to the grave is over, people in several rooms will have to eat together.
Early in the morning, the old Zhao family got up and walked towards the mountain together.
The tomb of Lao Zhao's family is relatively high, so we have to climb a little more up the mountain.
On the way, I met many people from the village who came to visit the grave.
It was the first time for Zhao Yuner to experience this custom, so she was very curious about the comparison.
Along the way, I looked left and right and kept looking.
"Dad, Mom, where is our family's grave?" Zhao Yun'er asked.
"It's still at the top of the mountain! We have to climb for a while!" Zhao Wenhua said.
Zhao Yun'er nodded, "Okay!"
"Huh~huh~" Huo Chunhua is quite old. Mountain climbing is a strenuous job. After running for such a long time, Huo Chunhua feels that her legs are weak and she can't climb anymore.
"Old man, let's take a breather!" Huo Chunhua yelled.
Zhao Xinhui followed: "Dad, let's take a rest. I'm almost exhausted! I can't climb anymore!"
Zhao Baoshan got angry when he saw this useless mother and daughter. No one else said they were tired, but they said they were so squeamish!
"Why rest? There's still a long way to go! If we don't continue walking and just stop and rest, we don't know when we will reach the graves of our ancestors." Zhao Baoshan said coldly with a calm face.
"Yes, mother, little sister, if you just hold on a little longer, it will be over with gritted teeth." Zhao Wentao persuaded.
Huo Chunhua curled her lips. She couldn't even walk with her legs, but no one in her family felt sorry for her.
Zhao Xinhui complained, "Really, why are our ancestors' tombs buried so high? It makes us tired to climb up. If I had known, I wouldn't be able to stay at home!"
Zhao Xinhui's weird remarks made Zhao Baoshan even more angry, "You damn girl, you dare to talk casually about our ancestors' graves, you don't understand the rules."
Huo Chunhua said quickly, "Hui'er, our ancestor can't talk nonsense. If he gets angry, he will have to come to you at night!"
"Mom, who are you scaring?" Zhao Xinhui snorted lightly, looking unconcerned.
Huo Chunhua said with a serious face, "Why are you trying to scare me! It's true! It's a small thing to offend our ancestors and to be sick and uncomfortable. If it takes away your life, you won't even be able to cry!"
"Then... Then why don't I stop talking..." Seeing that Huo Chunhua didn't seem to be joking, Zhao Xinhui said with a guilty conscience.
Huo Chunhua hurriedly waved in the air, "Ancestor, don't blame me, ancestor, don't blame me, my Hui'er is ignorant, so don't argue with her."