An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

There were also a few letters in the package written by the children of Qingshan Villa to the other families. Although Jing Yongcheng knew that the people in those families must be worried about them too, it was too late. He could only arrange for Erlang, Sanlang and Silang to deliver them early tomorrow morning.

All three of them agreed.

There was only one letter left. Jing Yongcheng examined the handwriting and signature, then looked at the servants at the back of the group and asked, "Where's Mingrong?"

Everyone looked over and indeed didn't see Jing Mingrong. Jing Yongcheng said, "There's also a letter from their family. Let her come and get it."

No one said anything. Only Lin, who had been sitting on the doorstep hugging Qiaoqiao, said, "She just left. There's no need to look for her.

Mingrong and I sleep in the same room. I asked the little girl, and she said that she has two younger brothers in Qingshan Villa, named Wutou and Qitou, but they have always liked to bully her since they were young. She also has a younger sister who is said to be less than two years old, and they probably haven't developed any feelings for each other yet.

After that, everyone fell silent. Jing Mingrong knew there was a letter from home but left on her own, which meant that she didn't want to know about the situation of her two brothers and sister. She must have completely given up hope.

The old lady sighed. At this moment, she didn't want to persuade Jing Mingrong, nor did she want to ask others to persuade her. The child's original feelings for his relatives had been ruthlessly killed by his closest relatives. He might not want to get close to the family affection that did not exist in the first place, perhaps because he was worried about being hurt even more.

Don't persuade others to do good without going through their suffering.

The old lady said, "Let her do it herself. No need to bring it up with her."

But he looked at Erlang and said, "From now on, if there are any letters, Erlang will be responsible for returning them. Don't mention what happened to their family, just let them know that they are safe. Encourage them to listen to teachings, study hard, be united and friendly, and revitalize the family. As for the truth, we can wait until they are adults before discussing it!"

Jing Mingrong ran back to her room when she heard Erlang reading her aunt's letter in a moving voice. She also longed for such family affection, but she never got it in her family.

So she didn't want to know about the nominal relatives who stayed in Qingshan Villa. She just wanted to be alone quietly and live a peaceful life alone without any ties.

"Grandfather, Yamen Village is our home now. Shouldn't we burn a few incense sticks to tell our ancestors where we are settling down?" After everything had been divided and the letter had been read, Dalang interrupted.

Jing Chunxi also mentioned what the eldest lady had said about the New Year's worship today, and said, "We bought the incense burner and offerings today."

Everyone looked at the two old men.

Jing Yongcheng stared towards the north with a dull look in his eyes. After a while, he sighed softly, "You guys are really thoughtful!"

The three sisters-in-law of the Zhuang family felt guilty and thought they were not as good as the children.

Nanny Wang: "Then I will burn some wood ash and mix it with rice to light the incense burner."

When Yin heard this, she hurriedly followed Nanny Wang out. This matter must be handled by their own family members in person.

Jing Yongcheng decided: "Everyone should get up early tomorrow, wash your hands and faces, and then worship your ancestors!"

Zhuang: "Then we have to kill the chicken right away. We also bought a lot of cakes today, so we have to sort them out and offer them to our ancestors before we eat."

After that, he took Si out, and Dalang also took his three younger brothers out. Tomorrow's worship will require a lot of preparations tonight, so they need to prepare now. They can help with things like killing chickens, ducks, and frying fish.

Jing Chunxi had nothing to do during the ancestor worship ceremony, so she washed up and went to bed early. She had eaten too much today and was too full, so she felt sleepy. Since she had just received letters from her mother and brother and knew that they were safe, she slept very soundly and felt very at ease.

Jing Mingyue pulled him up before dawn, and he was still in a daze.

"Hurry up! Go worship our ancestors."

Jing Chunxi has already forgotten that her surname is Jing, and seems to feel that it has nothing to do with her.

The main hall was brightly lit, the candles on the Eight Immortals Table were burning brightly, and three incense sticks had already been lit.

All the descendants of the Jing family knelt in unison behind Jing Yongcheng and the old lady.

The place where Chunxi knelt was actually right next to Si and Jing Changning, in the center. On the other side knelt Zhuang and Yin.

This is what the old general and the old lady said. They said that Jing Chunxi represented his daughter Jing Qiurong's family. Since he used the Jing family surname, he was a descendant of the Jing family. Jing Qiurong was older than Jing Changning, so naturally she knelt in front of him.

This made Jing Chunxi very frightened, but he also knew that this was the family's respect for their family affection. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, as if he had gained an extra responsibility.

According to the customs of Lingnan, married daughters and granddaughters are not allowed to come back to worship their ancestors, not even during the Qingming Festival, as it is said that this will take away the blessings of the maternal family.

Nanny Wang, who was also kneeling at the back, was usually very particular about rules. When she saw the arrangement made by the old general and his wife, she couldn't help but twitch her lips.

If it is kneeling in the ancestral hall, even the female members of the family cannot participate. Now the old general and his wife have really broken the rules.

However, since her master had made this decision, she would not stop him, nor would she say anything disrespectful. She could only say that she would be more respectful to her cousin in the future.

Just based on the arrangements made by her cousin all the way from the capital to Yamen Village, she knew that her cousin was extremely intelligent, clever, and knowledgeable, and worthy of the old general and the old lady's efforts.

The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month,

Steam rice cakes and make rice dumplings.

The glutinous rice is ground the day before and hung in a clean cloth bag on the patio for a few hours. When the moisture is slightly dry, it can be mixed with syrup and poured into the steaming tray for steaming.

The leaves used to wrap the rice dumplings are boiled in water, then washed and cut off at the ends. The rope used to tie the rice dumplings is a kind of water grass, which is said to be able to be woven into a mat.

Wash the glutinous rice that has been soaked overnight, add two pieces of zong leaves, two spoons of glutinous rice, a red date and a chestnut, wrap them lightly a few times and tie them up, and a triangular zongzi is formed.

After the batter is prepared, steaming the cake mainly depends on the time and heat. Lifting the cake also requires some strength, so Icing Sugar and the groom Jingyi can do it.

There are so many people making rice dumplings that almost everyone is a soldier.

Zhuang and her two sisters-in-law took Jing Mingyue and Jing Chunxi to learn. Jing Mingyue was very enthusiastic in learning and made the dumplings very well. But no matter how Jing Chunxi was taught, the rice would leak out. After a while, a piece of the dumpling leaf was wasted and someone had to help to make up for it. So after making two dumplings, Jing Chunxi gave up and didn't want to play anymore.

I moved a stool and watched Xiaotuanzi and Qiaoqiao playing with rice. There were many people in the family, so much rice needed to be divided. There were five buckets of rice soaked last night, so naturally one bucket belonged to Xiaotuanzi and Qiaoqiao.

The two of them used bamboo spoons to stir the glutinous rice, and a lot of it leaked from the basin to the dustpan, spilling into the water and on the ground. Although it was a bit wasteful, seeing that they were having fun, no one would beat or scold them.