Yang Ruohong comforted Yang Yongjin a few more words, and soon the main force arrived at their destination, Niutou Peak.

The ancestral graves of the Lao Yang family are buried right here in this area.

Old Yang led his grandchildren to a tomb and began to instruct Yang Huanan and Yang Huaizhou, among others, to go and weed the grave and cut down any excess dead branches on top.

Everyone became busy. Over there, Sun Shi was patiently waiting with her several children.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the tomb, which after being tidied up, seemed larger than those surrounding it.

She turned her head and asked Mrs. Sun, "Mother, which ancestor is buried in this tomb?"

Sun Shi glanced at that direction and whispered, "Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother."

"Oh."

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Yang Ruqing nodded, it turned out to be Lao Yangtou's parents.

A joint burial for couples!

"Mother, that small earthen mound right next to the edge, is it a grave or something else?"

Yang Ruqing turned her gaze to a collapsed earthen slope nearby and asked Mrs. Sun.

Instinctively, she felt that it should also be a grave.

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But just now, I heard Lao Yang's head instruct his children and grandchildren to throw all the felled dead branches and weeds to that place.

If it really is a grave, then Lao Yang's actions would be inappropriate.

The departed are to be respected, you put all your unwanted things on top of other people's houses, aren't you afraid?

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's question, a trace of embarrassment appeared on Mrs. Sun's face.

As soon as Yang Ruqing saw this, she felt it was interesting and asked further questions.

Sun glanced at the busy Yang family members over there, gritted her teeth, and muttered a few words into Yang Ruoqing's ear.

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"Oh? There's such a thing?"

A glimmer of surprise flashed in Yang Ruqing's eyes.

Sun Shi winked at her and whispered, "This is an ancestral matter of our old Yang family. As descendants, it's best not to make a fuss about it!"

Yang Ruqing nodded: "Yeah, I know!"

She turned her body, her gaze sweeping over the lonely little grave once more, then glancing at the family plot nearby. She shook her head silently.

As a woman, never be a third party in someone else's relationship.

Whether in ancient times or modern society, for a third party to defeat the original partner and climb to the top is not something that ordinary people can do!

In the end, when you get old and lose your looks, men won't want you anymore. You haven't gained any status either, and when you die, you can't even be buried in the ancestral tomb.

He was buried on the side, all alone, with no children or descendants left behind.

The tomb had collapsed and remained unrepaired. There were no offerings of incense during festivals or holidays.

To be scorned in life and to have one's grave desecrated by descendants of one's former spouse after death—what a miserable fate!

However, come to think of it, wasn't the Yang family farmers for generations? How could Old Yang's father, Old Elder Yang, have taken a concubine?

Well, this is indeed a happy event for the Lao Yang family. When I get back, I must definitely inquire with my father and dig deeper into it!

I burned incense, kowtowed, and even set off firecrackers.

Lao Yang stood before the grave, his old eyes brimming with tears. He mumbled to himself, as if confiding in his parents buried beneath the soil.

The others hung their heads, silent, and listened quietly.

A mountain wind rustled through the trees, as the setting sun cast long shadows across the hillsides. A peculiar solitude hung in the air.

Yang Ruqing tightened her clothes and felt like she wanted to go back.

Luckily, at this time, Lao Yang finally waved his hand: "That's about it, let's go down the mountain!"

As the group returned to the village, dusk began to settle.

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Here we are, at the entrance of Old Yang’s family home! Old Yang, accompanied by his numerous grandchildren, strode straight ahead.

Behind him, Mrs. Sun led her three children into the alleyway on the side.

After the split, you can't enter through the main gate of Old Yang's house unless there are special circumstances.

From Yang Huazhong's house, one could hear the voices of Lao Sun and Yang Huazhong talking.

Yang Ruqing secretly curled her lip.

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With Ga Gong around, things are great. No need to worry about Dad being lonely this afternoon. He can even have a drink of water.

"Qing'er, you take the two younger brothers to rest. Mother will go and boil water for dinner." Said Mrs. Sun.

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"Mother, why don't you take the younger brothers to rest first? I'll take care of making dinner!" Yang Ruqing suggested.

"Good enough!"

So, the several mothers took separate actions.

Yang Ruqing filled the clay pot with cold water.

On the stove, nestled between two pots used for boiling and frying, were three earthenware jars of various sizes.

These jars, they are very useful.

It can be used to boil water, for a family's drinking and bathing.

It can also be used to hold rice porridge, stew, etc.

There is a large clay pot, which will be used to cook pig feed in the future.

Yang Ruqing considered that everyone had sweated while hiking and needed a good hot bath at night, so she filled all the big and small clay pots with water.

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What are you going to eat at night?

She began to ponder it again.

I'm a little tired, don't want to make things too complicated.

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Suddenly I remembered the ten or so kilograms of wheat flour I brought back from the market last time.

Yang Ruqing went back to the house and scooped out six servings, then took two eggs. She planned to make scallion and egg pancakes for dinner to reward her family.

Add two eggs, a handful of chopped green onions, a pinch of salt and pepper to the wheat flour. Then add cold water and start mixing.

Because it's wafer-thin, like a soft pancake skin.

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So, there's no need to knead it into a dough. Just mix them together until they form a semi-liquid state.

Then, they stuffed firewood into the stove and heated up the pot.

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Pick up the loti bread and dip it in some sesame oil, then quickly brush around the bottom of the pot to ensure that it doesn't stick.

Then, using a ladle, scoop the egg noodle broth and pour it into the pot.

Just like pouring eggs, pour it along the edge of the pan from top to bottom, creating a circle...

The egg batter, mixed with other ingredients, quickly solidifies into a solid mass under high heat baking, adhering to the surface of the pan.

Yang Ruqing estimated the heat, lifted the sides of the egg pancake with her spatula, and then with both hands working together, she flipped them like drying sheets to give them an edge.

>Seemingly simple as it may appear, the edge adjustment truly tests one's speed and skill.

Hey hey, single dogs are fast typists, Yang Ruoqing's this flirting technique is quite slippery!

A massive, round omelet, whole and unbroken.

Moreover, the side that was previously in contact with the pot has now achieved a perfect golden brown hue.

And all the batter in the basin was pressed into thin sheets, and on the stovetop, a small bamboo winnowing tray was piled high with thick layers of omelets.

Fragrant, steaming hot, with eggs and chopped scallions adorning it, just one glance is enough to whet the appetite.

They fold neatly, like little blankets.

Considering that just chewing on the flatbread was a bit monotonous, Yang Ruqing also took some purslane and shepherd's purse that she had pickled earlier, chopped them finely, added soy sauce, vinegar, and dried chili peppers to make a refreshing appetizer.

This way, when eating, you can have a mouthful of noodles and a mouthful of spicy vegetables.

You can also wrap the spicy dish in flatbread!

When she brought the pancakes and spicy dishes to the next room, she happened to catch Yang Huazhong inquiring about how Yang Ruoqing, her elder sister and brother, and the second house had quarreled today.

“Second brother, you're too much! This is the second time you've been rough with my child! How can a senior citizen act like this?”

Yang Huazhong's face was gloomy, and he was very displeased.

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(Editor in charge：romance novels young adults)