The movement probably disturbed the sleeping girl. She turned over and groaned, but she didn't wake up.

Song Jiamu hung up the video call, left her a message, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

Ancestor worship here in the countryside is quite lively. There is a meeting to welcome the gods in the town. More than 30 Tugu statues are carried in a guard of honor on the Qingming day, called the meeting. For each family, this is also the time to celebrate.

Busy preparing to kill chickens, ducks and other things needed for the sacrifice.

At around eight o'clock, Song Jiamu's family set off. Their destination was a nearby ancestral hall. It was very lively here. Most of the people in the village were named Song. Before sweeping the tombs, they had to go to the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices.

After leaving the ancestral hall, we went to a nearby hilltop. The sickle and hoe we brought came in handy. There were a lot of weeds. As a young and strong man, Song Jiamu had to help with these tasks.

"My ancestors, please bless me to have a smooth year this year. I will be among the top three in my class and my new book will be of high quality. May my family be healthy. I am still single. I hope my ancestors can help me find a partner. My request is also

Not tall, preferably a local, well-matched, pretty, good-looking, good at cooking, capable, stature, courage, and well-connected, a rich young woman would be fine..."

Song Jiamu bowed devoutly and burned the incense.

Grandpa and grandma are still sorting out some details. Both of them are over seventy years old, but they are both in good health. They come to worship ancestors every year, mainly because they are afraid that the younger generations will not know how to do it.

Song Jiamu stood under a shady tree to rest, took off the straw hat on his head, and fanned himself like an old farmer.

The weather is indeed good this year. In the past, it usually rained during Qingming Festival, but this time the sunny weather is expected to last for more than a week.

The temperature is gradually getting warmer. This is the case in the south. Sunny days in spring often give the illusion that we have entered midsummer. Maybe a few days later there will be cold air and the temperature will drop again.

Finally, when the work was finished, Song Jiamu took the initiative to help carry the burden. He planned to be more sincere, so that his ancestors would be more powerful when helping him with things.

There were not too many things, just two small baskets. He had never carried anything before, and the weight of the shoulder pole was quite painful for him. It was hard to imagine how hard it was to carry a weight of 180 kilograms.

After returning home and taking a shower, Song Jiamu went to town with his cousins ​​to watch the God-welcoming Games.

I took a lot of photos. It can be considered a custom. Many people in the city don't know about it and have never seen it.

If it's the New Year or something like that, all the people who go out to work will come back and the town will be more lively. On the contrary, the city will look deserted and you won't even see fireworks.

Song Jiamu did not post these photos on WeChat Moments, but sent them all to Yun Shuqian. She also seemed very interested and would ask him from time to time, "What is this?" and "What is this doing?"

For the two people who have been in a cold war for several years, this feeling is strange.

After dinner at one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Jiamu's family went back to the city. He became more and more proficient at driving, and there was no traffic jam when he went back. He arrived home at three o'clock.

Open the trunk and pick up all the things you brought back from the countryside.

There is also this one that he specially brought to Yun Shuqian. In it is a pack of small crucian carp that his grandfather cooked and fried so crispy that even the bones are crispy. There is also a box of green dumplings, which is a unique dessert during the Qingming Festival.

, made by his grandma herself, it is soft and glutinous, sweet but not greasy, and has a faint scent of mugwort.

After taking everything upstairs, Song Jiamu went out again.

The small electric donkey he bought two days ago was delivered to him and placed at an electric vehicle store. He needed to pick it up by himself.

The courier was packed very well and the car was solidly surrounded by wooden strips. He also borrowed tools from the boss and took a lot of effort to unpack it.

With its Maple Leaf Pink color, light motorcycle style, and integrated front and rear seats, Song Jiamu rode it for two laps and was very satisfied.

He took out his mobile phone and sent Yun Shuqian a WeChat message.

Song Zhutou: "Where are you?"

Yunzhu Po: "Library, I'm about to go home. Are you back?"

Song Zhutou: "Not yet, there's a traffic jam."

He put his mobile phone in his pocket and rode a small electric donkey to school.

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Chapter completed!