Chapter 250 Ancestor Worship

In the early morning of Qingming Festival, An Ning got up early, and the whole An family did the same.

Everyone wore dark clothes and started going up the mountain before dawn.

On this day, Shiligou is different.

Shiligou was a large clan village in the past, which means that everyone has the same ancestor.

Therefore, every year’s Qingming Festival is a day to worship ancestors.

It was not allowed in the past and we had no choice. Life is more important after all.

But now, everything is allowed, and the genes in my bones cannot be restrained.

Ancestors must be sacrificed and even more important.

Before dawn, anyone with the surname An, regardless of gender, and over seven years old, must go up the mountain.

This is a rule passed down from our ancestors.

An Ning stood in the team. Although she was not wearing sackcloth or mourning, she was carrying a snow willow tree on her shoulders.

To make snow willow, you need to break off a willow branch, fold a large piece of white paper several times, and keep cutting on one side with scissors. Make a cut every less than one centimeter, but do not break it.

After cutting, open it and wrap the end without the white tassels with paste around the willow branches to make white willow leaves. This is the snow willow.

When the morning light dews, a black and white procession spreads from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, winding down.

Sacred and solemn.

Anning stands relatively near the front because of her contribution.

During the Chinese New Year, the third master, who all An Ning's family went to pay New Year's greetings, was walking at the front, muttering words that An Ning didn't understand.

The uncle was also at the front, dressed more solemnly, in a black robe.

Although An Ning didn't understand, she felt the solemnity and respect.

Along the way, it seems that every step makes people's spirits cleansed.

At the moment when the sun rose, the ancestor worship team arrived at Anjia's ancestral grave.

The ancestral graves at this time were completely different from those when An Ning came a few days ago.

A few days ago, many people went to the mountain to repair their ancestors' tombs for today's ancestor worship.

The original ancestral grave had no name or tombstone.

An Ning heard from Uncle An's uncle that he didn't dare to stand for fear of being dug up.

An's ancestors had high-ranking officials.

In order to protect the roots of the An family, all the graves were destroyed by the An family themselves.

This time, they built it with their own hands again.

The ancestral tombs in front of us are a group of small tombs. Although they are not as large as the large tombs, they are still quite a lot.

There can be dozens of rows in front, back and behind, and the width and depth are hundreds of meters away.

For hundreds of years, people who have made their home have been buried here.

An Ning doesn't understand Feng Shui, but it's not cold here.

This is probably a good sign.

The sacrificial team snakes upwards, arranged neatly in a certain order.

The Third Master at the front, who is a hundred years old but has a voice as loud as a bell, recited a sacrificial verse.

"On April 4, 1981, the Xinyou year of the lunar calendar, during the Tomb-Sweeping Festival, the people of the An clan would like to offer fruits, delicacies, incense, silk and gold as a sacrifice in front of the tomb of our ancestor..."

The eloquent speech may be very long, but everyone listens attentively.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the entire mountain.

When the Third Master finished speaking, the word "Kneel" resounded throughout the world, and everyone knelt down and kowtowed in worship.

"kneel----"

One kneels to the gods, the other kneels to the ancestors, and the third kneels to Mianze.

Kneel down three times and offer sacrifices.

Everyone put the snow willows in their hands one by one, and lit the sacrificial incense candles they brought one by one.

Although traditional, safety cannot be ignored.

The people in the mountains know how to protect the mountain and their ancestors.

Every lit sacrificial item is done in a porcelain basin.

After completion, it was confirmed several times that the flame went out.

Finally, a few people were left to guard the mountain for a day to confirm that everything was normal.

The sacrificial army began its return journey.

When everyone came down the mountain, they all lost their solemnity and returned to normal, continuing to live and work.

So is tranquility.

But the shock of worshiping ancestors, the power of the soul, and the inheritance of ancestors are deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

They are all people with roots.

After the ancestor worship was over, An Ning went to the greenhouse to pick vegetables, preparing to sell a batch.

Today’s green leafy vegetables such as cabbage, leeks, spinach, rapeseed, and chicory are not ripened by An Ning, nor do they use any pesticides.

Each one thrives, not to mention the taste.

After Anjia tried it once, she completely fell in love with it.

When An Ning opened the cabbage greenhouse, there were already people inside.

"Master Tang, are you here again?"

An Ning picked up the basket on one side and prepared to pick some vegetables and go to the town to try them. She had not sold them yet.

"Ah? Ah, I'm coming, I'm coming."

Master Tang was in a daze. He held a cabbage leaf in his hand, which he placed on the tip of his tongue and tasted carefully.

"This dish - it's so delicious."

"An Ning, are you really useless at all?"

An Ning, who was picking vegetables, answered the question several times: "You will know if I use pesticides or not as soon as you taste it."

"That's true, but this...is unreasonable."

"It doesn't make sense. It tastes better than the ones on land. The key is how can it not grow any insects at all? And why don't there be any wilted leaves on it?"

"Every slice is fresh and juicy, this——"

Master Tang is like a stuck machine, unable to get out of this dead end.

The tranquility of plucking cabbage, flat mouth and no words.

She can't tell the truth, can she?

The cabbages here are all taken care of by her spiritual power. The two nourish each other, and neither one gets sick, they grow vigorously, and they taste wonderful.

And An Ning is repairing the piece of spiritual power that was cut off by her.

After her last mental upgrade, An Ning could easily take care of the entire greenhouse.

Not only the greenhouse, but also her barren mountain, she can complete the interaction in an instant.

However, barren mountains are the limit.

Now, her spiritual power permeates the entire greenhouse, interlocking with Baicai's breathing and breathing, and benefits from each other.

After An Ning picked a basket of cabbages, she picked another basket.

After picking two baskets of cabbage, she said to the confused Master Tang: "Master Tang, I'm getting ready to go out. Are you still here?"

"I'll stay for a while."

Master Tang didn't want to leave. He even suspected that the land in Anning was better, because the vegetables in other greenhouses also grew very well.

An Ning did not continue to call Master Tang. She went out alone and went to several other greenhouses to pick a few baskets of vegetables.

After picking them all, An Ning drove her tricycle, pulling the green vegetables, and set off to the town to sell vegetables.

As for the tricycles, the automobile factory made them first and sent two of them to An Ning. They were powered by gasoline.

In the village, this tricycle is envied by countless people, even more than the big truck.

This tricycle is simply designed for rural life, it is so convenient.

An Ning wore a yellow turban and drove a tricycle, with An Guoping sitting behind him.

"Sister, sister—sister, slow down."

An Guoping was shaken so much that he was trembling, but An Ning in front was driving happily and didn't slow down at all.

An Guoping only had one idea: she must not let her sister buy a car!

Can't afford to be hurt!
Chapter completed!