Zhao Jin'er ran over and said, "Hey, who came to visit my father's grave?"

The Zhao family is very thin. Zhao Jin'er and her father only have one brother, Zhao Zheng. When it comes to the third generation, there is only a woman like Zhao Jin'er and a boy like Zhu Zhu. Apart from that, there are no other relatives in the family.

Zhao Zheng and Zhu Zhu both lived at Zhao Jin'er's house and could not come to visit the grave.

Then who burned these paper money?

Who added the soil to the grave?

Qin Muxiu was also very surprised, "Do you have any other relatives in your family?"

Zhao Jin'er shook his head, "No."

The three of them discussed in front of the grave for a long time, but they couldn't figure out who went to the grave.

Finally, Zhu Zhu came to the conclusion, "Could it be that someone went to the wrong grave?"

When Zhao Jin'er thought about it, it was really possible.

After all, her father was buried hastily, without even a monument being erected. He only cut a wooden board and engraved his name on it. Now that the wooden board has withered, the words can no longer be seen clearly, and there are only clusters of small mushrooms growing on it.

Qin Muxiu suddenly said, "Hey, there are so many weeds on this hilltop. Why is there not a single weed within ten feet of my father-in-law's grave?"

"Could it be that someone went to the wrong grave and got rid of the grass along the way?" Zhu Zhu felt so blessed today that his little head was spinning very fast.

Countryside people sweep graves every year. In addition to burning paper and adding soil, they also have the custom of cutting down weeds. In this way, the relatives who are buried underground can have a good graveyard, and the descendants can also have good feng shui.

Qin Muxiu shook his head, "It was not removed by humans. There is not a single grass stubble on the ground. There are no weeds growing on this land."

"Who said that, isn't there one right here?"

Zhuzi was not convinced, so he walked to the wooden board called the "stele", pointed at a small grass on the edge of the board, and stretched out his hand to pull it up.

"Wait!"

Zhao Jin'er exclaimed and almost rushed over to stop Zhu Zhu from destroying the grass.

Her strength was so great that the pillar was knocked to the ground by her.

Fortunately, my skin has been strong since I was a child, and the soil on the ground is soft, so I didn't break anything even if I fell down.

Zhu Zhu stood up, patted his butt, and said with a pout, "Sister, what are you doing! Do you know that a gentleman talks but doesn't do anything? It hurts me."

He has been studying recently and has to drag out a few sentences from time to time.

Zhao Jin'er asked quickly, "Did you fall?" Seeing that the pillar was in good condition, she was relieved and said, "Sister, I didn't do it on purpose. I was just anxious, afraid that you might pull out the grass."

Zhuzi was confused, "Yicao, why are you so nervous?"

"This is not an ordinary grass. This is a weed. It is an extremely rare herb."

Zhao Jin'er stood up and carefully inspected the grass that was almost destroyed in Zhu Zhu's hand.

"Weed removal? What is it?" Zhu Zhu asked curiously.

Qin Muxiu also leaned over, "What kind of disease does it cure? I've never heard of it."

The grass roots were intact. Zhao Jin'er breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and said with a smile, "It's not for treating diseases."

"Then why is it a medicinal herb?"

"Although this grass cannot cure diseases, it has miraculous effects. If you plant one or two trees in an acre of land, you can keep the entire land free of weeds and pests." Zhao Jin'er recounted her treasures.

Qin Muxiu raised his eyebrows, "Is there such a magical grass?"
Chapter completed!