214 The desolate scene

At noon, the Wang family parked the coffin beside a small woods.

Uncle Wang found He Jin and said, "Manager He, we have been here before. There is a big town not far ahead, which is no less than a small county town. It has everything. Send someone to go shopping with my son. After eating, bring us some steamed buns. The weather is not too hot, so prepare some dry food for dinner."

He Jin nodded: "Okay, I'll discuss it with the young master."

If this is the case, it would be best if the young master could come along, and have some hot meals and soup.

He told Ping'an about the matter, and Ping'an agreed. The Wang family was looking at the coffin and mule cart, and he had to bring back some food for them. If possible, he would not let them eat steamed buns for three meals a day.

This time, Ping An and He Jin brought eight people with them. The ten people drove two horse-drawn carriages. In less than a quarter of an hour, they saw the town entrance.

After finding a restaurant that looked good, Ping An asked Wang Quan to take Lin Feng and Er Qiang to buy personal items for the coffin, while he and He Jin and others went in to order food first.

Life is hard nowadays, so everything from the horses to everyone's clothing will be ordinary when they go out, and being low-key is always the way to go.

Eleven people can squeeze into a big table. Ping An was not so particular and ordered four dishes and one soup, two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes. The soup was just ordinary egg soup, and the rice was a large bowl of dry rice.

He asked the shopkeeper for the same portion, except that he did not order the soup. He asked for a food box, paid a deposit, and returned the food after eating.

When the shopkeeper saw that the young master was so generous, he hurriedly said that the deposit was not a big deal and he could just return the items after using them.

He Jin hurriedly told Xiao Wu to buy some steamed buns. Forget about the dumplings. It was a bit hot during the day, so he might as well buy some ready-made pickles.

The shopkeeper called Xiao Wu when he heard this and said, "Manager, we also make steamed buns for sale. The ones we made this morning have already been sold out. The dough is ready. I guarantee that the steamed buns here will be ready by the time you have finished eating."

He Jin smiled and said, "This is perfect. Xiao Wu doesn't have to go out to buy any more. Shopkeeper, please steam a hundred for us."

The shopkeeper was stunned: "One hundred? So many?"

He Jin said, "Not many, all men."

He didn't say anything more.

There might not be a place to eat dinner, so they brought rice, pots, stoves, bowls and chopsticks in the car. They could just cook some porridge and eat it with steamed buns. It was hot during the day in early May, so it was just right for breakfast and dinner.

"Okay, I promise to bring it to you on time." The shopkeeper trotted into the kitchen. Times were hard these days and business was slow. If he sold a hundred more steamed buns, he could make a lot of money.

Nowadays, a steamed bun costs three cents. His family had stockpiled flour in advance, and the profit was quite a lot. Unfortunately, after selling for another half a year, the stored grain was all sold out, and the price of buying grain would be high.

Lin Feng bought a basket of things, including clothes, daily necessities and bedding, and placed them outside the restaurant.

He could go to his parents' grave in the evening. He had been away with his grandfather for many years and had never come back to visit. Although he had no choice, he still felt that he was very unfilial.

Erqiang saw that his good friend was in a low mood, so he just accompanied him silently. Anyone would feel bad in his place.

"Lin Feng, you go in and eat first, I'll watch here for a while." Normally, no one would take these things, but the full basket cost Lin Feng more than ten taels of silver. People might not know and think that there were grains in it, so if they were lost, they would have to buy new ones.

Erqiang was reluctant to do so.

Lin Feng nodded: "Okay, I'll come out to eat later."

The food had already been served, and Ping'an started eating immediately when he saw people arriving.

Wu Jun took the bowl and went out to replace Er Qiang. Lin Feng looked at him but didn't stop him because they were all brothers.

He took out a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to He Jin: "Uncle He, this was drawn by my grandfather when he was alive. I was only five years old when he took me out. He was afraid that I would forget my parents' graves when I grew up. It has been eight years, and it is indeed a little fuzzy."

He Jin took it and said, "It's okay. I travel outside all the year round and I know the roads very well. If you are not sure, just ask someone."

Ping An felt a little sad: "Hurry up and eat. Try to get there early. It will be hard to find it if it's too late."

Half an hour later.

Erqiang returned the lunch box and the vehicle set off again.

However, He Jin told the Wang family the address, and Uncle Wang immediately said that he knew this place and had been there two years ago. So He Jin was relieved and just looked for the specific location.

Ping An asked Lin Feng to join his carriage.

"Lin Feng, don't be sad. Think about it this way. Tomorrow night your parents and grandmother will be reunited with your grandfather. We will give them some incense money and ask the temple to help sweep the graves. You can come back to see them when it's convenient."

Lin Feng burst into tears: "Master Ping An, whenever I think about the fact that no one has been sweeping their graves for the past seven and a half years, and the graves are probably overgrown with weeds, I can't bear it."

"Lin Feng, you had no choice in the past. Not to mention seven or eight years, even one year would have been overgrown with weeds. Now that you are at Tianguang Temple, you will be bathed in the Buddha's light day and night. You will definitely be reborn into a good family in your next life."

Lin Feng cried softly: "Master, but then I really will have no relatives in this world."

Ping An was so worried that he gave the wrong advice? Is there nothing wrong with that?

"Lin Feng, shut up. Aren't we your family? It's been almost four years, and we've been together every day. Are we still outsiders in your heart?"

Lin Feng was a little confused and wiped his tears: "Master Ping An, it's not like that. You are all my relatives in my heart."

"That's it, isn't it? Think about it, if the dead don't reincarnate, can this world accommodate them? Besides, after death, they will just be ghosts, unable to eat, drink, or see the light. What's the point of that?

People are like this. They are destined to die from birth, sooner or later. Who can avoid death? Even if you live to be a hundred years old, you still have to die. Isn't that right?

The burial place is just a reminder for the younger generations, so they can come and see it when they miss them. You and I will be like this in the future, and so will everyone. Once you figure it out, it won’t matter, right?”

Lin Feng nodded stupidly and stopped crying. What the young master said was indeed right.

He Jin bit his lip to prevent himself from laughing. Master Ping An was coaxing his subordinates, and it was a sad story. If he laughed, it would be very immature.

What he said is indeed true. Generation after generation, people die in batches. If the dead do not reincarnate, won't there be ghosts everywhere? Although I am not afraid of it, it is disgusting to think about it.

I asked two people along the way and arrived at the foot of the hill at dusk.

Some people set up camp, Wu Jun and Wang Quan cooked porridge and boiled water, as firewood was everywhere on the mountain.

Ping An, He Jin and others accompanied Lin Feng to find the grave.

Arriving here, Lin Feng remembered: "Uncle He, this is the road. I still remember that my grandfather came here later and could only bury his parents on this barren mountain outside the village. Burials were not allowed on the village graveyard."

Uncle Wang silently led the way in front.

A quarter of an hour later, Uncle Wang held up the Angry Death Lamp and pointed to the grave next to him: "Little Master, this is it. The tombstone says Lin Dajiang, Lin Li, the names match."

He looked at the grave in front of him again: "Lin Xu, yes, it's your grandmother's. Below is the name of your grandfather Lin Rendao."

Lin Feng walked over quickly, pulled away the weeds, and knelt down with a plop. The boy called out "Daddy and Mommy" and started crying heart-wrenchingly.

Erqiang and the others immediately became furious.

Ping An also shed tears. What he saw was a desolate scene. His heart was also cold. Although it is said that death is like the extinguishing of a light, ten years ago they were still young people in their twenties and lost their lives in an accident.

Now the grave is overgrown with weeds, which looks extremely desolate and miserable.

Life is so difficult, with natural disasters and man-made calamities hard to guard against. He even wondered in his heart, what would happen if there were no humans?