Jiang Luotian sat down opposite her and placed his daughter next to her.

"Hello Miss Song, I guess you already know my identity. This time I came here to visit Uncle Song."

"I know, the two were uncles and cousins ​​who were separated by two rooms. Your father broke a leg for my father, and my father also injured a kidney for your father." So, both of their fathers had a life-long relationship.

For some reason, Jiang Luotian suddenly wanted to laugh, obviously this was not a topic worthy of laughter.

"Yes, although the two are not very close, they are distant relatives with good relationships."

Song Xingchen saw the little curly hair beside him, and smiled and pushed a fruit plate in front of the little girl. The little curly hair looked at her father. After getting the other party's consent, he pursed his lips and said thank you, grabbed the fork and ate the fruit.

"The country was very chaotic back then, and my grandparents starved to death one after another. In order to survive, my father secretly followed people to smuggle abroad." Jiang Luotian did not intend to say, "Two years later, he married my mother. My mother smuggled with him that year and gave birth to me abroad."

"Half a month ago, my parents died on the same day. Before they died, I hoped that I would take them back to the country for burial and come to visit Uncle Song, but I didn't expect..."

"My parents passed away ten years ago, and they mentioned Uncle Jiang before, but in their hearts, Uncle Jiang is probably no longer alive. Now that you father and daughter can come back, they will be very happy that they know about it."

"Thank you!" Jiang Luotian thanked sincerely.

“How long will it take to stay in the country?”

"It won't be long. I still have a job abroad and only have two months of vacation. It took me more than half a month to find out the news. I can stay here for up to five or six days."

"Then let's live here, and I'll have someone send you to your ancestral home tomorrow."

"Thank you, please don't worry Miss Song."

At noon, Li Jing prepared a sumptuous Western food, but compared to Chinese food, no matter how rich Western food is, it is nothing more than those things. Fortunately, the father and daughter are used to eating.

So, when Song Linyuan came back to see this little curly hair of similar age in the evening, he was just curious.

"Linyuan, take my sister to play elsewhere."

"Oh!" Song Linyuan greeted Jiang Xiaoqi. There were still many fun places at home, especially a lawn slide, which was also Song Linyuan's favorite game.

Jiang Luotian is a surgeon and his wife is a professional writer. Before, his wife went to a country covered with ice and snow all year round and was looking for ideas, so she did not come back with her.

Both father and son are foreign nationalities, while Jiang Luotian's father is Chinese nationality. If Mr. Jiang hadn't wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots before his death, Jiang Luotian would not have sent his father's ashes back. After all, it would be troublesome for them to worship in the future and would have to cross nationalities.

The next day, Song Xingchen asked Mo Wuqian to take the father and daughter to the county to find Aunt Xinghua.

I heard that it was the Jiang family who came back to send Mr. Jiang's ashes into the soil, so I got into the car and took them to the current Jiangjiazhuang.

"The old village in Jiangjiazhuang is also going to be demolished. It will be moved to the new building in the middle of next year. Most of the villagers' tombs have also been moved, and now they are placed in a unified place." Aunt Xinghua knows more about the matter in the county than Song Xingchen, and of course the same is true for the surrounding villages.

"I wouldn't have thought before returning to China that my hometown would develop so quickly." Jiang Luotian was curious about his father's hometown, but no matter how good he was, he probably wouldn't have returned to China. After all, all his social circles and work are abroad.

Besides, it is also difficult for him to obtain Chinese nationality.

"It's all Xiaohua's credit. Have you seen those two buildings? They are all Xiaohua's, and the one being built there is also Xiaohua's." Aunt Xinghua mentioned Song Xingchen, and her expression and tone were all unconcealed pride.

Jiang Luotian also knew that "little flower" refers to Song Xingchen.

I had a brief chat with Song Xingchen yesterday, and basically all the private affairs of my parents and would not involve other aspects.

During the conversation, Song Xingchen would hardly mention that Qin Luotian knew his identity. Although he had an oriental figure, his nationality was a foreigner and he knew the right degree.

The population of Jiangjiazhuang is not very large. Song Xiaohua's grandmother comes from Jiangjiazhuang. Jiang Luotian's grandfather and Song Xiaohua's grandmother are cousins ​​in the next room. Because the elders of the two families are very close, the relationship between the cousins ​​is naturally not bad, so the sons of the two families often play together.

Back then, Mr. Jiang was thinking about his aunt and Mr. Song abroad. Who would have thought that the only ones in the Song family died were left with aunts and nephews, but their lives were very rich, and the elders of the two families could be relieved.

Jiangjiazhuang started planning the community last year. The community is still under construction. When they came here, the people in the village were basically not moving, and there were people coming and going on the streets.

The Jiang family has been gone for more than 30 years. At this time, the descendants of the Jiang family suddenly returned to the village and still wanted to resettle Mr. Jiang's ashes. The current village chief came out to help arrange them.

Because Jiang Luotian is a foreign nationality, the foundation in the village has been taken back since Mr. Jiang passed away, and Jiang Luotian is not qualified to inherit it, so he was temporarily arranged in the village branch.

"Our cemetery has been moved to the graves, and your father has also obtained a green card from abroad, so the homestead in the village has also been taken back by the village branch."

Jiang Luotian nodded. He didn't think about this. After all, they also live in a three-story independent villa in their homes abroad.

The old man was thinking about Jiangjiazhuang, but Jiang Luo was born abroad and was raised abroad. He received Western education from childhood and had no obsession with his ancestral home in China.

"There are no burials in our village now. I believe you can see that the county is developing very fast now. Every piece of land will build high-rise buildings in the future. Now every village has built ancestral halls, and the deceased will be placed in the ancestral halls."

"Then what you mean..." Jiang Luotian felt that this trip might go against his purpose.

Unexpectedly, the village chief smiled and waved his hand, "Although your father has been away for more than 30 years, he has grown up in our Jiangjiazhuang. If you want, you can still put it in the ancestral hall."

"Then I'll trouble you." This is the father's wish to die, and as a son, he must be satisfied.

Afterwards, the village party secretary led Jiang Luotian and his son, accompanied by Mo Wuqian and Xinghua, to an antique building not far from the under-built community. An ancient lock was hung in front of the door.

The village party secretary stepped forward and opened the lock. As soon as he entered the door, there was a pool. There was a small single room on both sides of the left and right. Directly opposite was a spacious story building. The hall was tall and the roof was wide, giving people a solemn and solemn feeling.

The yard is covered with cement and the ground is smoothed. There is some water in the pool in the middle, and there are cotton poles and strips in the water. This yard is mainly a place for descendants who come to worship and burn incense and paper.

I pushed open the tall wooden door with a lock hanging in a virtual manner. After entering the door, I saw rows of tall wooden frames. The wooden frames were divided into small grids, with 12 floors up and down, and each row had about thirty grids. Each grid was placed with an urn, and some were placed with two. This was the relationship between husband and wife.

"Dad, are you going to put it here?" Jiang Xiaoqi took Jiang Luotian's hand and looked at everything in front of her curiously.

My grandfather passed away for some days, and he had cried all the things he should have cried. Although he was still a little sad when he thought about it, he was not as sad as he was at the beginning.

"Yes, grandpa wants to put it here." Jiang Luotian, following the guidance of the village party secretary, placed his father's urn in one of the grids. Each grid had a small door, which was in the form of a double-open door, with a small copper ring hanging on each door.

"Old village chief, I want to bring some of my father's ashes back to the UK. Is it okay to separate like this?" Jiang Luotiandao.

"According to the rules, you will definitely not be separated, but thinking that you will not return to China for many years, your father may also be worried about it here, so you can take a little less back." The village party secretary is not that kind of stubborn. "It is a civilized society now, we don't pay attention to those superstitions, it depends on your own meaning."

"It's better!" Although my father was cremated, his ashes were divided into two places after his death, and he thought it was inappropriate.

The father and daughter stood in front of each other and bowed with their hands together, then left the Jiangjiazhuang ancestral hall.

Then he came to the courtyard and lit the paper people, paper horses, paper houses, paper money, etc. he bought, and kept burning it all.

"Old village chief, let's leave a phone number to each other. I may rarely come back in the future, so I want to ask you for help every year and ask the members of the Jiang family in the village to help me pay tribute to my father. I will transfer a sum of money to you every year."

The village party secretary had no reason to refuse. He left the village branch's phone number to the other party and said that if he changed the phone number in the future, he would talk to him.

In the backyard of Song Zhaiyu Garden, Song Xingchen and Nie Ci are discussing the history of China.

"In the original chronicle of Congli of the Sheng Dynasty, Congli was the concubine of Emperor Luo, who gave birth to Emperor Yanchen, his son, King Zhao, his daughter Princess Roujia, and Princess Huiyuan. Emperor Luo was in trouble when he was young, and his fief was Liangzhou. Empress Cong sacrificed his life to accompany him. Finally, he was granted the title of queen. Emperor Yanchen was generous and supported by the previous dynasty. Later, Emperor Luo received the daughter Xie of the universe, and was very grateful to him. He gave birth to Prince Gao Min Qingnian and Princess Anping. Emperor Luo often said that King Min was like me and replaced with the deposed prince..."

Nie Ci held the book Cong Li in his hand and nodded, "I didn't expect you to know so much about historical books."

"Every generation of emperors of the Gao family of Sheng Dynasty had a love for their own love, but all love for them was not about their first wife. No one of the queens of Sheng Dynasty, except for this Empress Congli, could have a good ending."

"That's true." Nie Ci nodded.

"However, the matters about Empress Dowager Congli recorded in the original scriptures are very different from the historical materials I have."
Chapter completed!