Yang Ruoqing nodded.

The two of them said a few more private words. Over there, the elders had enough rest and planned to continue climbing the mountain and burning incense.

The ancestors of the Lao Yang family and the Lao Luo family were not buried together, so they had to go their separate ways.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then let's separate things first. Don't forget to come over to eat Artemisia cake when you go back for lunch!"

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I will definitely go!"

...

Next, Yang Ruoqing followed Lao Yang and the others to the last grave.

She was deeply impressed by this grave.

I came last time the Winter Solstice Festival.

The tomb is a joint tomb, where Lao Yang's parents are buried.

The grandfather and grandmother of the Yang Huazhong brothers.

She is also her great-grandparents.

Not far away, there is a lonely small earth bun.

I heard that the one buried there was the cousin of the great-grandparents.

It's also a great-grandfather's relationship.

He is also the mother of the little old man Yangtou in the village.

Xiao Lao Yangtou lives in the south end of the village.

In fact, I am my cousin with Lao Yang.

Because the mother of the little old Yangtou had an affair with the old Yangtou's father, the descendants of the two families were also annoyed.

But I don’t know what happened. The little old Yang got his daughter Yang, but he married the second son Yang Hualin of the old Yang.

Alas, the complex family relationship.
Chapter completed!