59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

It rained for several days in a row.

There was heavy rain on the first day, moderate rain on the second day, and much less rain on the third day, but it still annoyed the children.

Of course they are not allowed to go out and play on rainy days.

In the evening, the adults held umbrellas, Chen Li and Chen Hao sat in the car awning, and Chen Feng rode a bike. The family brought offerings and burned paper to worship under a big tree in a dense forest outside the south city, facing the direction of Hunan.

"Dad, why do we have to burn paper?" It was Chen Li's first time to participate in the Qingming Festival to worship ancestors. She was very curious when she saw Chen Feng burning paper money.

Usually, male members of the family are present to offer ancestor worship during the Qingming Festival, and no female members are present, unless there are special circumstances where there are no male members, in which case the daughter-in-law or daughter has to take over.

However, the Chen family is all in Sijiu City and cannot return to Xiangxi, so they can only hold memorial services a few times a year.

In addition, the old lady insisted on attending the memorial service, breaking the previous rules and simply bringing her grown-up granddaughter Chen Li along this year.

"This is paper money, burned for my great-grandfather." Chen Hao held an umbrella and helped his elder brother shelter from the rain.

Chen Jianjun took out nine bowls of offerings.

That’s right, as tomb robbers, the Chen family used nine bowls instead of the usual three bowls to pay tribute to their ancestors.

The meaning is to commemorate the ancestors of Changsheng Mountain who are scattered all over the world, especially those who died in a foreign land and could not be buried in their ancestral land, and can only be worshipped in this way.

"Second brother, you lied to me, this is not money."

Chen Li had seen all kinds of money from Chen Feng, and she also knew a little bit about the differences between cents, dimes, and yuan.

"There are no small people or big gates on this money!"

"This is money, but it's not for living people, it's for ghosts." Chen Hao made an eagle claw gesture with his left hand to scare his little sister, "Great grandfather is in the underworld, this money is for him."

Chen Li widened her eyes and asked, "Second brother, is there really a ghost?"

Chen Hao was about to say yes when Chen Jianjun slapped him hard on the shoulder, causing his body to shake a few times.

"Hiss, Dad, it hurts!"

"Then open the umbrella properly. The rain is dripping onto your brother."

Chen Hao took a look at the raindrops on Chen Feng's body. How many drops are there?

Three drops or five drops?

Light the paper money, then take out the knife paper with the names of the Chen family members written on it and continue burning it.

The old man lit a string of firecrackers and threw them under the tree.

The sound of "Pili Bala" continues.

Chen Li was attracted by the firecrackers and didn't ask any more questions.

However, Chen Hao found something wrong.

When other families burn paper during the Qingming Festival, they always write the names of their ancestors on it, but it seems that my family doesn’t write that.

Could it be that grandpa, dad, and eldest brother are lazy?

"Grandpa, if I don't write my name, will my great-grandfather and the others not be able to receive it?"

The old man ignored his silly grandson. It was always Changshengshan who robbed others. No one dared to steal Changshengshan's things.

Even in the underworld, with the support of hundreds of thousands of Changsheng Mountain disciples, the Chen family is like the ghost king in the underworld.

"It's the intention that matters, don't be superstitious."

Chen Feng laughed secretly in his heart.

Although the old man always talks about science, in fact, he may be the most feudal and superstitious person in the entire Chen family.

The old lady is also likely to rank second.

The reason I don’t write names is because there are too many names!

If they were to write them down one by one, it would probably take the three men several days to finish.

This is still the Chen family lineage, and does not include those hall masters and big bosses who were loyal to Chen Yulou and have passed away.

According to the rules of the Chen family, the old man also needs to bring his family to offer sacrifices.

So it’s better to be straightforward and not write any names, and let them divide it up among themselves in the underworld.

"Come on, kneel down and kowtow!"

"Great grandfather, please bless me in the underworld and let me pass the exam this year. Don't let me fail a grade. If you don't, my bike will be gone and my eldest brother will beat me to death."

Chen Hao was extremely pious. He knelt on the stone slab with straw paper on it and prayed earnestly.

Chen Li saw it and followed suit.

"Grandfather, please let me shoot more birds with my slingshot. If I catch a lot of birds, I will roast one for you to eat."

She looked at the ten bowls with envy.

Delicious big shrimps, plump fish, a wild duck, a piece of fat pork, three meat buns, stuffed with mutton, cabbage and sea fish...

Great grandfather ate ten bowls by himself, and the little girl was very envious.

If she goes to the underworld in the future, she will make sure her grandchildren bring her ten bowls of rice every day.

Bow three times and kneel nine times, then collect the offerings.

I saw the old lady put away the ten bowls and only poured ten glasses of wine.

Chen Li couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, Great Grandpa hasn't eaten yet, do you want to take it away?"

The child's filial piety was so overwhelming that the adults present could hardly bear it.

Chen Hao opened his mouth and said silently to his younger sister: "Grandpa has eaten."

Chen Li didn't understand lip reading, but when she saw her second brother talking silently and looking like he was eating, she was so scared that she dropped her umbrella, kicked her feet, and landed directly behind Chen Feng with amazing speed and accuracy, holding her eldest brother's neck tightly with both hands.

"Big brother, big brother, great grandfather has become the second brother!"

The little girl didn't know about ghost possession, but after Jia Dongxu passed away in the past few days, the aunties and grandmas in the yard were bored and liked to talk about this and that. They often talked about the rumors that Jia Dongxu's ghost came back to visit his family at night and that he possessed people.

The little girl followed Chen Hao to watch the fun and heard almost everything.

At first she thought it was an interesting story, but now seeing Chen Hao like this, and paying tribute to his great-grandfather, and it was raining and there was no sun.

Suddenly I felt the surroundings were filled with eerie ghosts.

"Snapped!"

When the old lady saw her granddaughter like this, she was so angry that she grabbed her grandson's ear on the spot.

"OK OK."

The old man said, "When we get back, Xiao Feng will take care of him."

"Lily, come down."

"No, I'm afraid my great grandfather will come looking for me."

Chen Li begged, "Grandma, are you going to take Grandpa's food home?"

"Great grandfather won't come back to our house for dinner, right? He must have secretly eaten at night."

"No, no, don't be afraid. Your great grandfather won't come to our house to steal food. We are taking this home to eat by ourselves. If you don't want to eat it, forget it."

The old lady knew the little girl's character, but she forgot one thing.

The little girl is very filial.

"But grandma, if we eat it, what about great-grandfather?"

"Uh..." The old lady didn't know what to say.

The little girl lay on Chen Feng's back, looking at the old lady seriously.

Chen Feng stood up and said, "Little sister, when people die, they are in heaven. They don't need to eat. Just smell it and you'll be full."

Chen Li opened her eyes wide and suddenly felt that her great-grandfather was so pitiful that he couldn't even eat meat and could only smell it.

"When I catch a lot of birds, I will roast ten...eight...five, five little birds for my great grandfather to eat."