After grinding the rice, Chen Xiaofang put rice noodles in a bag, and then smiled at Liu Qingshan and said, "Brother Qingshan, thank you very much. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have made glutinous rice cakes today."

These words made Liu Qingshan feel badly, and he subconsciously frowned.

Just when he was puzzled, Chen Xiaofang picked up the bag and dustpan containing rice noodles and ran away.

While running, he shouted, "I just gave you ten dollars, but you didn't give me any change, so I took your five dollars to make change by myself. So please help me give the five dollars to my second grandfather."

What?

Liu Qingshan looked at the small stool next to him.

Damn! Where is the shadow of the five dollars left? Only a small wooden stick is left lying quietly on the small stool.

Liu Qingshan immediately shouted in anger: "Chen Xiaofang, you are just a liar, an iron cockerel."

"Hahaha, each other." Chen Xiaofang ran away happily.

Liu Qingshan looked at the direction where she disappeared, angry and hated. Chen Xiaofang was angry and rooster who didn't pull her hair, hating that she actually fell for her again.

In this way, he had to spit out the ten dollars given by Chen Xiaofang just now before counting it, otherwise, he wouldn't have let the second grandfather lose the ten dollars.

He took out a ten-dollar bill again, and just in case, he took it into the house and gave it to the second grandma who was making glutinous rice cakes, saying, "Second grandma, here is ten yuan, five yuan is mine, and five yuan is Chen Xiaofang's."

When the second grandma saw that Liu Qingshan had handed him a ten yuan, she smiled and said, "Qingshan, are you paying Xiaofang for money."

"The genius helped her pay. She didn't bring her cash, so she gave it to me on WeChat." Liu Qingshan explained, chewing his teeth.

Chen Xiaofang, wait for me, I will definitely fight back perfectly next time!

After returning home, he gave the rice noodles to his mother. Liu Qingshan had to go into the mountain to pick some bamboo leaves and palm leaves.

Anyway, it was a very busy day.

For tomorrow's Qingming Festival, it is also necessary to be more busy today.

Many things that should be prepared should be prepared today, so that after breakfast tomorrow morning, you can set out directly to the cemetery in the mountains for grave sweeping.

The cemeteries in rural areas are different from those in urban areas.

All the cemeteries in the city gather together, and people call them cemeteries.

The cemeteries in rural areas are almost scattered in all parts of the mountains.

The closer one is probably the cemetery on the side of the back mountain next to the Liu Qingshan family. The cemetery has three tombstones, and three ancestors of the Liu family buried. The distance between this cemetery is the closest of all the cemeteries of the Liu family.

Even if it is close, it takes about ten minutes for ordinary people to walk from the foot of the mountain to the hillside.

The farthest place is close to the deep mountains and forests. Just walking to that place will take half a day.

Not to mention that place, maybe you will have to find a location because of the desolate mountain road.

Therefore, tomb sweeping in Qingming Festival is really a big project for the mountain people.

Neither one should be favored by one or the other and left behind the tomb of any ancestor who had not swept, I also have to seize the time to sweep all the cemeteries scattered in the mountains during the Qingming Festival holidays.

This is really a big project.

To this end, early in the morning, Liu Qingshan discussed with his father how to divide the troops into two groups and how to shorten the time for tomb sweeping.

"I'll go near, you'll go far." Liu Yuanhe said, "You're young and strong, so it's more appropriate for you to go far. I'm old and my legs are not so straight. I'll go to the grave nearby."

"You think so beautifully." Liu Qingshan of course disagrees with his father's statement, "Today we should go to visit my grandfather's grave together, and let's talk about the rest later."

Liu Yuanhe thought for a while and thought to himself, no matter what, the faraway guy would have to go there. If he had to follow him and sweep the nearby cemetery first, that would be even better. In this way, I would be more relaxed.

Liu Yuanhe did not refute, and he was accused of it.

After breakfast, the father and son began to prepare what they needed to visit the grave.

Because I have to walk the mountain road, I naturally cannot carry a basket like I would go to offer food to the gods in the temple.

This bamboo basket has to be replaced with a snakeskin bag or a handbag.

The things needed to visit the grave are nothing more than the food offered: the Yebao Ciquan made yesterday, the Oil Ciquan, and the local chicken that I killed this morning, a few pieces of pork, a few taels of wine, a few rice, and some fruit and snacks.

There are also some fairy-story incense, paper money, firecrackers, candles, etc.

Local grave sweeping is popular to cut four-season green in front of the tomb, so some green in the branches and leaves need to be prepared.

The so-called four-season green is actually boxwood. The specific variety is unknown, probably a variety with similar sparrow tongue.

Liu Qingshan is not very familiar with the varieties of boxwood. He only knows that the scientific name of the four-season green, which is passed down by the people of the mountain, is boxwood.

Every family in the mountain people have some boxwood planted in them.

The purpose is naturally not to beautify, but to pick some boxwood branches and take them to the cemetery in the mountains during the Qingming Festival every year to express your grief for your ancestors.

At the same time, I also hope that my family can be passed down like the evergreen boxwood.

In short, boxwood plays an irreplaceable and important role in this vigorous Qingming Festival tomb sweeping event.

After preparing these things, Liu Qingshan carried the hoe, Liu Yuanhe carried the hatchet, and the father and son each carried some things and drove to the outside village.

My grandfather’s cemetery is relatively close, just on the hillside next to the village road in the outer village.

After Liu Qingshan drove a pickup truck to the other village, he followed his father to the cemetery in the mountains one after another.

Although the address of this cemetery is close, it takes some time to walk. It takes about half an hour for ordinary people to walk.

In order to cater to my father, Liu Qingshan naturally could not walk too fast, so he could only walk and stop, and pick some delicious pineapple dishes on the roadside from time to time to taste.

Seeing that his son couldn't put down these little wild fruits on the roadside, Liu Yuanhe said: "What's the delicious food for these brews?"

Bamboo is the abbreviation of "March Bamboo".

"Then what did you say are delicious?" Liu Qingshan was eating fresh and delicious wild fruits. He didn't want to pay attention to this father who had nothing to say, but thinking that it was rare to go out together today, he asked back according to his father's wishes.

"Hehe, it's Qingming now, of course I have to eat duck egg fruit." Liu Yuanhe said unsatisfiedly.

Duck egg fruit.

This name is a bit vulgar, but it still cannot resist the glow of Liu Qingshan's eyes.

When it comes to duck egg fruit, people can't help but think of the name cow egg tuft.

The names of the two are somewhat similar, but the edible taste is very different.

The sweetness of the cow eggs is like honey without any slight odor.

The taste of duck egg fruit seems to be mixed with everything in spring. Whether it is the rain in the mountains, the wind in the rain, or the hundreds of flowers and plants in the wind, it seems to be rubbed into the taste of duck egg fruit.

The thousands of flavors combined with fermentation, and become a taste that is extremely sour and sweet. When there is a very sweetness in the strange sour, it is not so sour. When there is a very sourness in the strange sour, it is not so greasy.

After the sour and sweet fusion is made of the sour and sweetness of duck egg fruits, it makes the sour and sour, refreshing and delicious.

Liu Qingshan thought about the deliciousness of duck egg fruit, swallowed a few saliva in succession, and asked, "Where are duck egg fruits?"

Seeing that his son's true form was revealed, Liu Yuanhe couldn't help but grin and said, "Isn't there a stream ahead?"

Liu Qingshan yelled, slapped his forehead and shouted, "Yes, why did I forget that duck egg fruit?"

After saying that, he was too lazy to wait for his father, so he immediately tried his best to rush to the duck egg fruit as quickly as possible.

The so-called duck egg fruit is actually just a wild name.

Its real scientific name should be called "Goat Milk Fruit".

Milk?

It sounds like another unscrupulous name.

Although the name of goat milk fruit seems to be not serious, it is also better than the so-called duck egg fruit.

The goat milk fruit is a ripe fruit of the husky plant of the family Husky family, and is a perennial evergreen climbing shrub. After its fruits mature, they are bright red as blood, which is very eye-catching.

The edible parts of its fruits are as high as 90%. Not only does it taste sweet and sour, but it also has sufficient moisture. It can be regarded as one of the rare wild products.

However, some people are not used to its sweet and sour taste, and think it is too sour and sour. Therefore, in order to neutralize the sour taste of goat milk fruit, those people either add some salt and pepper to marinate it, or dip it in syrup when tasting goat milk fruit.

But in Liu Qingshan, who has been used to eating goat milk fruit since childhood, isn’t the soul of goat milk fruit its extremely sour and sweet taste?

Therefore, whether it is Liu Qingshan or other mountain people who grow up in the mountains, whenever they see goat milk fruits, they will pick them, rub them on their clothes, and throw them directly into their mouths, not even washing them, let alone pick them with salt or dip them with syrup.

In their opinion, it was simply a blasphemy to delicious food.

Liu Qingshan trotted all the way, and in a short while, he came to the stream.

After passing the stream, you can walk up a small ramp and see the goat's milk fruit that makes people dream of.

Liu Qingshan was a little excited, so he quickly washed his hands, rinsed his mouth with water, then crossed the stream and walked up the slope.

When he reached the highest point of the ramp, he looked at the gable with anticipation. What first caught his eye were the weeds and shrubs that were crawling in the gable.

Liu Qingshan was a little nervous when he didn't see the goat milk fruit at first sight.

So he looked around again.

However, after a while of searching, there was still no trace of goat milk fruit.

He frowned and felt very uncomfortable.

It was obvious that I was full of expectations, but the expectations were gone.

It was probably like a passionate young man waiting for a lovable woman, but he still missed the truth.
To be continued...