This is an old custom in the village. If there are descendants in the family, they must always find time to visit the grave before Qingming Festival.
However, they are no longer important to the grandchildren, as they are there to accompany their grandfather Song Youde.
The Song family’s grave is on the barren hill that was allocated to my uncle.
It’s a little far away. You have to go around the back mountain and walk forward for another ten to twenty minutes to get there.
There's no way, we just took that piece when we divided it.
But although it is a bit far, Uncle Song, as the eldest son, has a total of fifty acres of mountains and farmland, which is much larger than that of the Song Tan family.
Nowadays, they are still tea mountains and wastelands, and no one cares about them.
But Song Sancheng was also satisfied - according to the old rule, more of the family fortune should be given to the eldest son, so what objection could he have? It was convenient since his home was close by!
He said with a bit of regret: "It would have been nice if you had told me you were coming back earlier. We could have gone to the fields tomorrow to cut some astragalus and asked your uncle and aunt to take it away."
We are turning the soil now, and tomorrow they will all be buried in the soil.
Song Tan smiled and thought what a coincidence!
She didn't say much, just one instruction:
"Dad, we can't even give you tea or honey. We still owe you money."
As soon as he said this, Song Sancheng felt the pressure.
"No, it's too expensive. I can't bear to drink it."
Song Tan added: "Then don't drink our good tea tomorrow. Otherwise, if Uncle says it tastes good, will you tell me the price or not?"
Even if I told them, firstly, people wouldn't believe me. Secondly, I was afraid of showing off my wealth.
I won’t tell you, you’re hesitating and you can’t even bear to give up your own tea. It’s not right to tell others about it!
The same goes for honey.
Song Sancheng is honest and not stupid. He is confused at this moment: "You really don't want to give me a drink? I'm still thinking..."
What could he be thinking about? A grown man just wants to show off!
Now that I have figured it out, I can only sigh again: "Why did it come back just when the astragalus was gone? In previous years, it would have come back by the end of March!"
Why could that be
Aunt Mao Li and daughter-in-law Sun Yanyan are angry with each other!
Ever since her aunt and Song Tan had a quarrel in the vegetable market last time, she felt more and more upset the more she thought about it. She went back and told Sun Yanyan about the twenty yuan per pound of astragalus.
Sun Yanyan didn't believe it at first.
But at night, after Song Ziyi cried and made a fuss in the room and wanted to eat the food sent by Brother Qiao Qiao, she was still thinking:
"Mom, I think my uncle's vegetables this year might really be priced like this!"
"Think about it, what kind of food can taste so good? Now many people are willing to eat it!"
But if it's 20 yuan per pound, and this sweet clover grows in the fields and requires no capital, then wouldn't you be making a lot of money
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law made an appointment and went to the vegetable market early in the morning to wait. It was almost noon when they saw the broken pickup truck parked on the side of the road.
Then in less than half an hour, the vegetables were all sold out. Many families bought them by the tens or eight kilograms as if money was nothing.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood there and counted. In just half an hour, they had sold about one or two hundred kilograms!
In just a short while, I got two or three thousand. Making money is like cutting grass. How can it be so easy
Neither the mother-in-law nor the daughter-in-law spoke.
When I got home, I started muttering, "No wonder Tantan was so tough last time, it turns out his family got rich."
"… He is so arrogant and sneaky, and your kindness is taken for granted…"
Uncle Song listened to their whispers about the grand scene in the vegetable market, but he couldn't believe it now:
"Is it really twenty yuan a pound? I thought Qiao Qiao was talking nonsense last time."
"Of course not," Sun Yanyan sat aside and ate melon seeds:
"Dad, you are too honest with your family. Look at my uncle, he can make money from the wild vegetables in the fields so unscrupulously. He even thinks he is very generous when he sends three or five kilograms of them to our house and asks us to be grateful."
"What nonsense!" Uncle Song didn't want to say more to his daughter-in-law, so he asked Mao Li: "Did you really see it? Is it that price?"
The eldest aunt rolled her eyes and said, "I've told you so many times. How could I be wrong? I went to buy it, but I didn't realize it was this price. I gave her too little money, and she even mocked me."
"Really? They earn so little money in the countryside, but they hide it from others. Are they afraid that we will be jealous? Who doesn't have land?"
Uncle Song sat there, looking unhappy.
Therefore, when the eldest aunt Song Hongmei called at the end of the month to ask when they would return home, the couple grumbled and made excuses:
"The store is a bit busy these days, maybe in two days..."
This has been delayed for a long time. The Qingming Festival is almost over. We can't delay it until after the Qingming Festival!
Only then did they hastily set a date.
My aunt Song Hongmei didn't go to the stall this morning. She was very sad. She looked around at home and finally reluctantly picked up a pot of oil and cut some meat.
The couple then took the bus to Uncle Song's door.
I don’t mean anything else, I just want to get a ride so we can go back together.
I happened to see the family busy loading things into the car.
Today, his son Song Xuehai was responsible for picking up the children and going to work. Uncle Song drove Mao Li, Sun Yanyan, and Song Hongmei and her husband back home.
When Song Hongmei arrived, she saw Sun Yanyan and Mao Li put a large plastic frame used to store fruits in wholesale markets on the back seat of the car, and also took a few plastic bags.
She was puzzled, but she didn't ask. She just said to Uncle Song:
"Brother, what are you going to buy when you get home? I brought a pot of oil for our parents and a piece of meat. Remember not to buy duplicates."
Sun Yanyan called her "Aunt" sweetly, and then looked at the food in her hand and praised it repeatedly: "Oh, my aunt is so thoughtful. Look at this meat, it's so fresh! Did you pick it at the market this morning?"
"And this oil, it's also good oil, it costs dozens of dollars a barrel in the supermarket!"
Who doesn’t like to hear compliments
My eldest aunt also said: "Of course not, I didn't even go out to the stall today!"
When she thought about the money she didn't make, her heart ached. Then she thought about the meat she cut and the oil she carried...
well!
How should I put it? It would be nice if I could buy anything in the world without spending any money.
But he suddenly remembered: "Oh, last time Tan Tan sent me a basket of astragalus, it tasted so good!"
As he spoke, there was a look of regret on his face - he had originally planned to eat it for two or three days, but he didn't expect to be unable to finish it in one meal, and it was gone by the evening.
I ate a big pot of rice.
She sighed and said, "I don't know if there are any vegetables left in the field. I'll have to go to the vegetable garden and have a look when I get home."
Sun Yanyan felt contempt in her heart.
Only someone like her aunt, who is extremely stingy, could talk about taking advantage so bluntly.
However, this idea coincides with that of my family.
She then responded with a smile: "Yes, there was some sent over last time. That's it... Oh, I told you Baba sent it over, it was only that little, and Ziyi ate it all in one meal."
"You have to take more this time."