Some people in later generations have said that no one should look down on farmers, because after reading your family tree for three generations, they are all farmers.

Fu Guiru's father was also a farmer, so even if he died in the city, his grave was in the countryside.

But Fu Guiru and her son and daughter went back and forth in the cornfield for half an hour, but couldn't find the grave they remembered.

The cornfield in July is a steamer that is impenetrable. People stay in the cornfield for too long and are covered in sweat.

The corn leaves have jagged fiber bulges on the edges. After being pulled on the sweat-soaked skin, people can deeply understand what "sour and refreshing" is.

[Can I make sunscreen clothes from the fabrics these days? If so, I will arrange for the factory to produce them when I go back.]

Li Ye was so sour right now, his arms were covered with marks drawn by corn leaves, and he felt itchy and uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to complain, because the old mother Fu Guiru and her sister Fu Yiru were also looking for it anxiously!

The two women have more sweat and seals than Li Ye. What qualifications does Li Ye, a big man, have to complain?

Ten minutes later, Fu Yiruo, who had suffered the least since childhood, finally couldn't help it and said to me with a pout, "Mom, there is not a single grave here. Have you remembered the wrong place?"

Fu Guiru stopped and was silent for a long time before she smiled sourly and said helplessly: "Maybe! I am old and have a bad memory. Let's go to the main road to pay tribute!"

Li Ye could also appreciate her loneliness and melancholy when he looked at the old lady walking out of the cornfield.

I have a very good memory. On the way I came just now, I could remember every turn, every dam, and even a few old trees clearly.

Even if they couldn't get to a certain position accurately, the three of them had already searched all the corn fields that were hundreds of meters in a radius, and they should have found them no matter what.

So there is only one possibility. The Fu family members have not come to visit the grave for twenty years, and the ancestral tombs have been leveled.

Li Ye asked Fu Guiru that although he had no uncle, his grandfather only had Fu Guiru, but he had two distant cousins.

In other words, although they are of the same clan, they have not even been in charge for so many years.

That's right! The clan was originally a mutual aid organization formed by people in the past to cope with various difficulties and crises. The focus is on giving and helping each other.

When others are building walls and houses with weddings and funerals, no one in your family will do their best, so how can you expect them to add two shovels of soil to your ancestral grave during the Qingming Festival?

Li Ye followed closely and said to Fu Guiru: "Mom, why don't I go to the village to ask! After so many years, Tianlong has changed a few times. Maybe we are really looking for the wrong ones?"

"No," Fu Guiru said calmly: "Since people are afraid of being implicated by us, isn't it uncomfortable for us to go? Anyway, the old Fu family has no male members in this generation, so they won't be used in the future."

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In the Huahua Family, why the trend of favoring boys over girls has been popular for thousands of years? The important point is that if there are no males in the family, then at most one or two generations, there will be no one to visit the grave.

Fu Guiru's father is three brothers. Two arrested men went to Nanyang, leaving Li Ye's grandfather to guard the ancestral grave in his hometown, but in the end, Fu Guiru, the daughter.

Li Ye and Li Yue's generation are fine, but by the time Li Ye's next generation, it is likely that they will not come to visit the grave again.

The three of them left the cornfield and met with Wen Leyu and Li Yue who were guarding the car outside.

Wen Leyu originally wanted to follow him to find the grave, but Fu Guiru refused and asked her sister Li Yue to accompany her, because no one could tell whether Wen Leyu was a baby or not, and she had to serve her carefully.

Fu Guiru greeted her and everyone took out the tributes they brought from the trunk and prepared to light incense and summon the soul.

This is also a common method used by many wanderers who wandered abroad in later generations. A pillar of fragrance spreads thousands of miles away. I don’t know if my ancestors can hear it, but I just want to be at ease.

But Li Ye had just spread the things on the ground, and before I could start lighting incense and lyrics, a black-faced old man ran out of a shack in the distance.

"Hey, who is there? Who are you from?"

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Li Ye looked at the old man who was running over and took out his cigarette and said, "Uncle, we are here to visit the grave, not stealing sticks."

The old man was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I know you are not stealing sticks. Who can steal sticks in a car? I want to ask if you are relatives of the old Fu family."

"Uncle, how did you know?"

Li Ye hurriedly handed the cigarette in his hand to the old man and lit it on fire.

"Well, this cigarette is good, it has a mouthful."

The black-faced old man first lit the cigarette, then pointed to the corn below and said, "There is only the Fu family's ancestral tomb in this field. If anyone else had changed, he wouldn't come here to visit the grave!"

Li Yexin said there was a way and continued to ask: "Uncle, we have been searching for more than half an hour, but we haven't found the grave!"

There was a flash of light in the old man's eyes, and he asked with a smile: "You guys have been talking for a long time, but haven't said whether they are relatives of the old Fu family!"

Li Ye nodded and replied, "Yes, Fu Yingcheng is my grandfather, this is my sister, this is my wife. We just got married and came to visit the grave according to the rules."

“Oh~”

The old man looked at Li Ye and Li Yue, then glanced at Fu Guiru again, and said, "The grave is just below, but you didn't find the right one."

The old man walked down the embankment with a cigarette in his mouth and got into the cornfield.

Li Ye and others followed closely behind. This time, even his young wife Wen Leyu hurriedly picked up the tribute and followed.

The old man was very familiar with this place. Even though he couldn't tell the east, south, west and north in the cornfield, he soon stopped on a ridge of fields.

"Look, these two bricks are the ancestral tombs of the old Fu family, one is Fu Zhongxian and the other is Fu Yingcheng."

Li Ye looked at the two bricks on the ridge in surprise.

The two bricks are not far apart, covered with mud and moss, almost integrated with the yellow soil under your feet, and you can't tell if you don't pay attention.

But Fu Guiru suddenly realized, walked up and pinched the brick and turned it over, revealing the back of the brick.

On the back of the brick, there are several layers of gray straw paper, which is obviously formed by the corrosion of the yellow paper from the grave.

In Dongshan, there is a custom of pressing grave paper. The grave paper under the bricks can be preserved for several years.

The reason for this custom is to prove to the people around you that there are descendants of this grave. Don’t move around, let alone dig it randomly. If you urinate anywhere or accidentally dig the ancestral grave, we can fight with you.

Li Ye now looks at the number of straw paper layers stuck under the bricks, and it is obvious that people have been visiting graves in the past two years.

Fu Guiru asked in a deep voice: "Uncle, have people from the Fu family in Donggou Village come to visit the grave in the past few years?"

The black-faced old man smiled and said, "How come they come to visit the grave? It's too late to hide! This is the grave paper that the old nanggua couple from Xigou came to press."

"Old Nang Gua?" Fu Guiru was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking, "How could they come to visit the Fu family's grave?"

The old man took a sip of cigarettes and said lightly: "No one can explain this matter clearly, but the young man who has been here for twenty years has been to visit the grave, and there is no tribute. At most, one steamed bun or two pieces of paper,"

"Originally, Lao Nanggua was thinking about shoveling two shovels of soil to build a grave, but the people from the Fu family in Donggou didn't say anything, and no one dared to make ground on this grave, right? So after all the wind and rain, these two bricks are left."

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Fu Guiru nodded and said softly: "It's good to have two bricks, at least there is a place to visit the grave."

The old man looked at Fu Guiru and suddenly asked, "This girl, who are you from this old Fu family?"

Fu Guiru was silent for a few seconds and smiled and said, "Of course it's a relative."

"relative."

The old man smiled and lowered his head without saying a word.
Chapter completed!