A car accident, our family of three crossed

Speaking of skilled craftsmen, Zhou Huan knew a few, but it was the middle of July now, and he didn't know whether those craftsmen were available, so he was not in a hurry to visit them in the next day or two.

They agreed to find a day to visit these craftsmen one by one after the Ghost Festival. Hang Shuheng had lunch at Jubao Pavilion before leaving.

After coming out of Jubao Pavilion, he went to the grocery store to buy some items for sacrificial offerings. When passing by the snack shop, he bought a lot of equal portions, and finally left the city and returned to the village.

As soon as he walked out of the city gate, he passed by a group of people from the government office. Hang Shuheng lifted the curtain and looked outside. With his excellent hearing, he heard people at the city gate talking about where someone had died.

He narrowed his eyes, lowered the curtain, and told Chen Laoer to drive the car back to the village.

At noon, Song Ning and her son went to Shuisheng's place for lunch again. During the break after lunch, she announced to everyone the decision to have a day off tomorrow.

"What? Giving us another holiday? Sister-in-law, isn't it a disadvantage for you to give workers holidays so often?" Although He Chunsheng was very happy to learn that he didn't have to work tomorrow, he felt a little embarrassed at the same time.

Song Ning smiled and said, "There are only a few important festivals in a year. What's the harm in taking a day off occasionally? In addition to the holiday, everyone can also receive a festival gift. Remember to come to me tomorrow morning to get it. Each person will get a piece of meat and a bag of cakes."

Several people were amazed. Not only did they not have to work during the holiday, but they also got holiday gifts. How lucky they were to have gotten such a great job.

"Then we would like to thank sister-in-law first."

They don't have to work tomorrow and can receive holiday gifts. Such good things make them full of energy.

After resting, I went back to work and didn’t feel tired the whole afternoon, as if I had endless energy.

The next morning, Song Ning went to the village butcher's house early and cut a few pieces of good meat. He then picked and chose and bought some other things, which made the fat-faced butcher so happy that his face was full of smiles. His eyes, which were not big to begin with, became even smaller when he smiled.

"Oh! Shuheng's wife, why did you buy so much meat today?"

Song Ning had come to their house to buy meat many times. He knew that she was always generous, but she had never been as generous as today.

He couldn't help but want to find out out of curiosity.

"Oh! I'm using it as a gift." Song Ning didn't say much, just said perfunctorily and left.

The butcher stood there in confusion. Was she serious about giving him a gift? This was the Ghost Festival, not the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why would she give a gift to a dead person? Was she going to buy some and burn it for her ancestors?

Song Ning had no idea what the butcher was thinking. When she returned home with the meat she had bought, the Shuisheng brothers had already arrived.

Originally, Song Ning wanted to invite the two brothers to come to his house for dinner, but they refused because they wanted to pay tribute to their parents at home.

Well, I have bought some meat and pastries and can take them back to them. They can be used for sacrificial offerings.

Soon, Sun Qinglai, He Chunsheng and others also arrived one after another. After receiving the holiday gifts, everyone did not stay long and went home.

The news that several of them went to the Hang family and each received a piece of meat and a bag of cakes spread quickly throughout the village, making the villagers extremely envious.

The villagers could do nothing but envy them. At most, they would say a few sour words, saying that they were lucky to have such a good job.

The Zhongyuan Festival is a traditional festival that people attach great importance to, both in ancient times and in later generations.

Hang Shuheng and his family of three also made some preparations in this festive atmosphere.

A table full of dishes was prepared and placed in front of the seats for Song Ning's parents. Incense and candles were lit and offered as sacrifices.

Since they have come to this era, they have inherited the bodies of the original owners of this era and continue to live. They should also inherit the original owners' filial piety and provide for the original owners' relatives.

As for Hang Shuheng's original father, the tablet has been placed in the ancestral hall. This morning, the Hang family, led by the old patriarch, held a sacrifice in the hall.

Shangtang Village is next to a river. In order to commemorate their relatives, many people like to place a lotus lantern by the river.

In the evening, many people in the village had gathered by the river, each holding a lotus lantern in their hands.

In previous years, the villagers would gather in the downstream section of the river near the village entrance, where the river bank was wider and everyone gathered there so it wouldn't be too crowded.

Now, the vacant land of Hang Shuheng in the upstream area has been cleaned up, and everyone gathered here.

The river in this area flows slowly, making it safer than downstream. The riverbank is wide and flat, and can accommodate the entire village. Therefore, this year, more people came out to release lotus lanterns than in previous years, and the scene was even more lively than in previous years.

In the evening, when Hang Shuheng and his family of three came over with lotus lanterns, quite a few people had already gathered in the open space.

"Oh! Shuheng and his wife are here."

After all, we are standing on someone else's land, so when we see the host coming, we still have to say a few words to them.

"Shuheng, your open space is spacious after all, and it's safer for us to gather here. Please don't mind! Don't worry, we can clean up together after we're done, and we'll make sure this place won't get dirty."

"It's okay, just come as you like." Hang Shuheng naturally had no objection to everyone gathering here to release lotus lanterns, but he still reminded them: "Although the river here is shallow, you can't be careless. If you bring children here, you still have to keep an eye on them. There are so many people, so don't let anything happen."

"Yes, Shuheng is right." Everyone agreed.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, everyone began to release lotus lanterns into the river in an orderly manner.

All kinds of strange and bizarre lotus lanterns flowed downstream along the river. Some were made of eggplants, some were made of pumpkins, and there were all kinds of them. The flames flickered, weaving a splendid scene on the river surface.

Song Ning made a traditional lotus lantern. She lit the candle in the center of the flower and took Yangyang to place it. Then she watched the lotus lantern slowly merge into the army of lotus lanterns. It was not until she could no longer recognize which one was the one they had placed that she turned around and returned from the river to the open space.

After lighting the lotus lanterns, many people began to burn paper money in the open space.

Song Ning took a look and realized that they had not thought about this when they came, so they did not bring paper money. However, even if they had thought about it, they did not plan to burn paper money outside.

At this moment, they watched everyone burning paper money and just took it as a show. Finally, they reminded everyone to be careful, and their family of three left first.

In a small village below a small town near the county seat, a family offered sacrifices to their ancestors. After cleaning up, they took a fire basin to the yard and burned some paper money in the direction of the mountains.

A woman threw paper money into the brazier and sighed, "Alas! Ever since that incident, Chai the Hunter has disappeared. I don't know what has happened to him now, whether he is dead or alive..."

The man next to her said, "Hey! No matter what, in the future, during festivals, all we can do is burn some paper money for them and show our appreciation."

This person was none other than the head of the village where Uncle Chai Wu lived.

He had some idea of ​​what was going on behind the scenes, but he would naturally not tell anyone else about such a complicated matter, not even his own family.