Chapter 145 Visiting the Grave of My Deceased Wife
On the first Saturday after the Spring Equinox, Deng Shirong's family started to shovel the mountain.
Early in the morning, Deng Shirong started working with his children.
In some places, chicken, duck, fish and meat are needed for shoveling a mountain, and the same offering can be used to worship many ancestors. But here at Deng Shirong's place, only a piece of pork is needed for shoveling a mountain. Of course, this means one piece of pork for each grave, and as many pieces of pork are needed for worshiping multiple graves.
In addition to pork, there are also tea, wine and the indispensable rice balls.
At this time, Deng Yunzhen was cooking pork, Zhang Xiuping and Deng Yunzhu were making rice balls. In some places in Bobai County, rice balls need to be made with glutinous rice, but there is no such requirement in Naye Village. They only need to use the rice they usually eat to make rice balls as big as a child's fist.
Deng Shirong was also not idle. He was weaving a long "rice stalk snake" with rice. This rice stalk snake would be lit when he dug the first grave and would not be extinguished until he returned home. He did this to bring back Feng Shui luck.
Deng Yuntai and his brothers gathered the tools, as well as gold and silver incense paper, firecrackers and the like.
When everything was ready, the family members took their loads, some took straw snakes, some took tools, and set out to shovel the mountain.
Zhang Xiuping is pregnant now. If she wants to go to shovel the rocks, she has to walk such a long way and climb several mountains. It is naturally not suitable to go by road, so she stays at home.
In this era, the hills were cleared from highest to lowest according to seniority. In later generations, it was considered too tiring to clear the hills this way, so they were cleared according to the route. The one that was closer to the other would be cleared first, regardless of seniority.
In order to save trouble, they often split their forces into two or even three groups and shovel along a route planned in advance to maximize efficiency.
Because Deng Shirong is of a high generation, there are actually not many ancestral mountains in his family. There are only those of his grandfather and father. The mountain of his great-grandfather's generation is already a common mountain.
"Uncle Nine!"
"Jiu Gong!"
At this time, people in the entire Shuangwang area were clearing the mountain, so they often met other clearing teams on the road. They usually greeted each other. Everyone was busy clearing the mountain and no one wanted to stop and chat.
After walking for more than half an hour, Deng Shirong and his children arrived at the first grave to be repaired today, which was also his grandfather's grave.
While repairing the shovel, Deng Shirong looked at his second son and said, "Yunheng, you have more than three months to take the college entrance examination. Your great-grandfather is a teacher and a cultured man. You should pay your respects to him today and ask him to bless you to successfully enter your ideal university."
Deng Shirong was born in 1936. For rural people of his generation, they tended to believe in certain things, and since he was reborn, they believed in it even more firmly.
Deng Yunheng naturally didn't believe this, but since his father had spoken, he wouldn't object, but smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go and shovel a hat for Grandpa Zeng."
As he spoke, Deng Yunheng walked to the grass next to him, shoveled out a decent hat with a shovel, trimmed it slightly with the shovel, and then put the hat on the top of the earthen grave and pressed a piece of yellow paper vertically on it.
After doing all this, Deng Yunheng clasped his hands together, bowed and prayed: "Grandpa Zeng, if you are still alive, please bless me to do exceptionally well in the college entrance examination this year and get into the best university. Next year, I will definitely bring enough money and good food and wine to pay tribute to you."
Deng Shirong watched with a smile on his face. After his second son finished his ceremony, he looked at the younger ones and said, "Come over and pay your respects as well. Let Grandpa Zeng bless you with good health and academic progress."
Then, the younger ones also came over and paid their respects obediently.
Deng Yuntai and Deng Yunzhen also came over to pay their respects.
Deng Shirong also murmured in his heart: "Grandpa, I'm back. From now on, I will definitely be a good head of the family and make our family flourish as soon as possible, so as to live up to the expectations of our ancestors."
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After paying homage to his ancestors, Deng Shirong brought his children and daughter-in-law to the hill opposite his home in the afternoon to pay homage to his deceased wife.
For Deng Shirong, his deceased wife had passed away for nearly fifty years, but for his children, their mother had only passed away for a few years. Except for the young Deng Yunhua and Deng Yunheng, the rest of the children still clearly remember their mother's voice, appearance and smile.
This time, Deng Shirong didn't need to remind them, they all knelt down and talked to their mother.
Deng Yuntai helped his wife kneel down and said, "Mom, the one kneeling next to me is Zhang Xiuping. She is the wife that Dad found for me. She is beautiful and hardworking, and has a gentle and kind personality. If you are still alive in heaven, you must protect her and the baby in her belly."
Zhang Xiuping has been married to the Deng family for several months. After experiencing the relationship between a man and a woman, she is naturally not as shy as she was when she was a girl. After hearing her husband's introduction, she also said, "Mom, I am your eldest daughter-in-law. It is my greatest luck to marry Yuntai in this life. Please rest assured that I will definitely fulfill my duties as a daughter-in-law and work hard to expand the Deng family."
Deng Shirong looked at the earthen grave in front of him and murmured in his heart: "Old lady, I was about to meet you, but I don't know which ancestor threw me back to 1980. It seems that we still need at least another 40 years to meet each other, maybe even longer.
After so many years, I almost forgot what you looked like, and I don't know if you are doing well in the other world. "
Deng Shirong still had feelings for his late wife. Although their marriage was arranged by their parents, his wife always held herself to the standard of obeying her husband and was obedient to him. She had never refuted a single word he said in the more than ten years she had been married to him.
Consider him in everything and respect him everywhere.
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After burning the gold and silver, setting off the firecrackers, and saying everything that needed to be said, Deng Shirong saw that it was getting late, so he said to his son, daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law: "Okay, it's getting late, pack up your things and get ready to go back!"
Hearing this, the sons, daughters and daughters-in-law all came to the grave and knelt down to pay their respects again: "Mom, we will go back first and come to see you next year."
"Mom, I've spent so much money on you, just spend it when you're down there, don't save it."
"Mom, if you need anything, please send me a dream..."
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After the ceremony, the family packed up their things and headed home.
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After the family finished dinner, Deng Shirong saw his children and daughter-in-law all picked up their books to study. While he was pleased, he couldn't help but think of those families with good economic conditions in later generations, who usually hired tutors for their children.
Although he didn't understand education, he knew that the results of being taught by someone and of self-study were completely different.
Anyway, he didn't need the money, so he might as well hire a tutor for his children and daughter-in-law! After trying a few titles, he found that none of them were as good as the original ones, so he decided to change them back and stop bothering.
(End of this chapter)