A small breakfast shop in the street market, supporting the family and making money

"Big brother!"

Leng Xun also walked forward excitedly, his eyes red, and hugged the eldest brother whom he relied on most in childhood tightly in his arms.

Reunion after a long separation and family reunion are the most beautiful words in the world.

Everyone was moved. Although Leng Yan had no memory of this grandfather and the uncle his father mentioned, it did not affect his happiness of blood relationship and family reunion at all.

The family finished their reunion dinner with laughter and tears.

After dinner, as it was getting dark, Leng Xun and Zhang Cuiniang started to clean up the room for Leng Kang and Madam Leng who had returned home to stay.

"Dad and Mom, just clean up a room for Uncle and Aunt."

Leng He excitedly held Leng Jiaren's hand and ran over from the side, saying cheerfully, "I want to sleep in the same room with sister Jiaren, and brother Nianzhi wants to sleep in the same room with big brother and the others."

Just now at the dinner table, the whole family recognized each other as relatives, and the younger generations also introduced themselves to each other.

Although Leng He and the other little ones do not fully understand the complicated emotions involved, it does not prevent them from being happy that they have friends and siblings again.

"Okay, but we can't chat too late. We have to get up early tomorrow to worship our ancestors and burn incense for your grandma. We can't sleep in."

Zhang Cuiniang smiled gently and gave them detailed instructions.

"Yeah, okay."

Leng He and Leng Jiaren heard this and nodded obediently like chicks pecking at rice.

Before she died, Old Mrs. Leng was unable to see her eldest son for the last time, and it has been a lifelong regret for her.

Therefore, as soon as Leng Kang returned home, Old Man Leng wanted to tell his wife the good news so that she could rest in peace.

The whole family fell asleep in joy that night. As soon as it was light the next day, Zhang Cuiniang and Leng Yan and Leng Su got up to prepare breakfast.

They cooked rice porridge, steamed some egg cakes, scallion steamed rolls, and some home-pickled vegetables. They were delicious and perfect for breakfast.

Leng Huai, Leng Cang and Leng Qi did not ask for leave in advance, so after a quick breakfast, Leng Xun drove the ox cart to take them to the private school, and Leng Yan also went with him.

After seeing them enter the academy, Leng Xun and Leng Yan, father and daughter, drove the ox cart to the food shop and arranged today's work in the shop.

Our family is going to worship our ancestors today, so no one can leave. Fortunately, we have trained capable people in the shop, so we are not in a rush.

After Leng Xun and Leng Yan hurriedly made the arrangements, they went to buy some things for ancestor worship, and then rushed home without stopping.

When the father and daughter arrived home, Grandpa Leng and the others had already packed up. Except for Gu Yin Zifeng and the other man who stayed at home, everyone else went to the cemetery on the mountain.

When they passed through the village along the way, the onlookers all greeted the Leng family with a smile, and then they all fixed their eyes on Leng Kang and Mrs. Leng.

"Hey, who are these two? Why have I never seen them in the village?"

"Yes, yes. Judging from the direction they are going, it seems they are heading to the Xishan Cemetery. Why would the Leng family bring a few outsiders with them?"

"Who says it's not? It's not Qingming Festival yet, and it's not a festival. Look at the offerings they are carrying. It looks like they are going to visit the graves!"

"Hey, that's not right. The man next to Mr. Leng looks familiar, as if..."

At this time, the old man in the village stared at the man in disbelief, and couldn't help but slap his thigh excitedly.

"Oh my God, isn't this the eldest son of the Leng family?"

"Who, who are you talking about? This is Leng Kang, the old man of the Leng family who served in the army!"

"That's right. I held him in my arms when I was a kid, so it must be true. Alas, time flies by, and more than ten years have passed. It's really sad."

"Oh my God, this is true. There has been no news for more than ten years. Finally, he has returned safely."

"Who says it's not true? Back then, the old lady of the Leng family hoped to see her eldest son again before she died."

The villagers were talking about it, seeming to be expressing their feelings or sighing, and they were discussing it in groups of three or two without stopping.

At this time, the Leng family, who were unaware of the situation, climbed up the hillside step by step and stood at the tomb of the Leng family's ancestors.

"Kang'er, go and burn some incense and paper money for the ancestors and your mother."

Old Man Leng spoke from the side, and Leng Kang responded by taking his wife and two children to the front and kneeling in front of the grave.

"Mother, the child is back!"

Leng Kang kowtowed with a sob in his throat, then introduced his wife and children to his mother.

Leng Yan was watching from the side and suddenly remembered the last time during the Qingming Festival, when her grandfather sat in front of her grandmother's grave, distraught, guilty and self-blaming. She couldn't forget it for a long time.

Now that his uncle and his family have returned, Mr. Leng has relaxed a lot and is finally able to see his wife.

After offering sacrifices to their ancestors, they went down the mountain and returned home.

But before they could enter the house, Leng Dashu from the eldest house came with his son, crying.