Chapter 707 I Am Their Relative

Someone in later generations said that no one should look down on farmers, because if you look up three generations in your family tree, they are all farmers.

Fu Guiru's father was also a farmer, so even if he died in the city, his grave would be in the countryside.

It's just that Fu Guiru, her son and her daughter, dug back and forth in the cornfield for half an hour, but they couldn't find the grave that they remembered.

The cornfield in July is like an airtight steamer. If you stay in the cornfield for too long, your whole body will be covered with sweat.

There are jagged fiber protrusions on the edges of corn leaves. After being pulled on sweat-soaked skin, people can deeply understand what "sourness" is.

[Can sun protection clothing be made from fabrics these days? If possible, I will arrange factory production when I return. 】

Li Ye felt quite sore at the moment. His arms were covered with marks from corn leaves, and they were itchy and uncomfortable.

But he didn't dare to complain, because his old lady Fu Guiru and her younger sister Fu Yiruo were also anxiously looking for her!

The two women had more sweat and marks on their bodies than Li Ye's. What right did Li Ye, a grown man, have the right to complain?

Ten minutes later, Fu Yiruo, who had suffered the least since he was a child, finally couldn't bear it anymore. He pursed his lips and said to his mother, "Mom, there is not a single grave here. Did you remember the wrong place?"

Fu Guiru stopped, and after a long silence, he smiled sourly, and said helplessly: "Maybe! I am getting older, and my memory is not good, so let's go to the road to pay homage!"

Li Ye looked at his mother walking out of the cornfield and could taste her loneliness and sadness.

My memory is very good. On the way here, I can clearly remember every turn, every embankment, and even a few old trees.

Even if they can't pinpoint a certain location, the three of them have searched the cornfield for several hundred meters, so they should be able to find it no matter what.

Therefore, there is only one possibility. The Fu family has not visited the grave for twenty years, and the ancestral grave has been leveled.

Li Ye asked Fu Guiru. Although he had no uncle and his grandpa had only Fu Guiru's daughter, he had two distant cousins.

In other words, even though they belong to the same clan, they have not even been cared about for so many years.

That’s right too! Clan was originally a mutual aid organization formed by people in the past to cope with various difficulties and crises. The emphasis was on mutual giving and mutual help.

When other people are having weddings and funerals, no one in your family contributes to building walls and houses. How can you expect others to add two shovels of soil to your ancestral graves during the Qingming Festival?

Li Ye followed closely and said to Fu Guiru: "Mom, why don't I go to the village and ask? I don't know how many times the fields have changed over the years. Maybe we really found the wrong one?"

"No need," Fu Guiru said calmly: "Since they are afraid of being implicated by us, wouldn't it make them uncomfortable if we go? Anyway, there are no men in this generation of the old Fu family, so there will be no need for them in the future."

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The important point why the preference for boys over girls has been prevalent in flower-growing families for thousands of years is that if there are no boys in the family, then at most one or two generations, there will be no one to visit the grave.

Fu Guiru's father was one of three brothers. Two of them were captured and went to Nanyang, leaving Li Ye's grandfather to guard the ancestral graves in his hometown. However, in the end, he only had one daughter, Fu Guiru.

Li Ye and Li Yue's generation are okay, but when the next generation of Li Ye comes, there is a high probability that they will not come to visit the tombs again.

The three mothers left the cornfield and met up with Wen Leyu and Li Yue who were guarding the car outside.

Wen Leyu originally wanted to follow him down to look for the grave, but Fu Guiru refused and asked his sister Li Yue to accompany him, because no one could tell whether Wen Leyu was a kid at this moment and he had to be careful.

Fu Guiru greeted them, and everyone took out the tributes they had brought from the trunk and prepared to light incense to summon the spirits.

This is also a common method used by many wandering wanderers in later generations. A pillar of fragrance spreads thousands of miles. I don’t know if my ancestors can hear it, but I just want peace of mind.

But Li Ye had just spread the things on the ground, and I hadn't even started lighting incense and chanting words! A black-faced old man ran out from a shack in the distance.

"Hey, who's there? Who do you belong to?"

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Li Ye looked at the old man running over huffing and puffing. He took out his cigarette and said, "Uncle, we are here to visit the grave, not to steal sticks."

The old man was stunned and said with a smile: "I know you are not stealing sticks. Who can drive a car and steal sticks? I just want to ask if you are relatives of the old Fu family."

"Uncle, how did you know?"

Li Ye quickly handed the cigarette in his hand to the old man and lit it for him.

"Well, this is a good cigarette, with a mouthpiece."

The black-faced old man lit the cigarette first, then pointed to the cornfield below and said: "There are only ancestral graves of the Fu family in this field. No one else would come here to visit the graves!"

Li Zhiye said there was a way, and continued to ask: "Uncle, we have been looking for more than half an hour, but we can't find the grave!"

The old man's eyes flashed, and he asked with a smile: "You guys have been talking for a long time, but you haven't said yet whether they are relatives of the old Fu family!"

Li Ye nodded and replied: "Yes, Fu Yingcheng is my grandfather, this is my sister, and this is my daughter-in-law. We just got married and we came here to visit the grave according to the rules."

"Oh~"

The old man looked at Li Ye and Li Yue, then glanced at Fu Guiru, and then said: "The grave is down there, but you didn't find it right."

The old man walked down the embankment with a cigarette in his mouth and got into the cornfield.

Li Ye and others followed closely behind, and this time even his young wife Wen Leyu hurriedly picked up the tribute and followed.

The old man was very familiar with this place. Even though he couldn't tell the directions in the cornfield, he quickly stopped on a ridge.

"Look, these two bricks are the ancestral tombs of the old Fu family. One is Fu Zhongxian and the other is Fu Yingcheng."

Li Ye looked at the two bricks on the ridge in surprise.

The two bricks were not far apart, covered with mud and moss, almost integrated with the yellow soil underfoot, and could not be seen without paying attention.

But Fu Guiru suddenly realized it, walked up, pinched the brick and turned it over, revealing the back of the brick.

On the back of the brick, there were several layers of gray straw paper, which was formed by the decay of yellow paper used for visiting the grave.

When visiting graves in Dongshan, there is a custom of putting paper on the grave. The paper under the bricks can be kept for several years.

The reason for this custom is to prove to the people around that this grave has descendants. Do not touch it or dig it. If you urinate anywhere or accidentally dig up the ancestral grave, we will fight you to death.

Li Ye now looks at the layers of straw paper stuck under the bricks. It is obvious that someone has been visiting the grave in the past two years.

Fu Guiru asked in a deep voice: "Uncle, have the people from the Fu family in Donggou Village come to visit the graves in recent years?"

The black-faced old man smiled and said: "Why would they come to visit the graves? It's too late to hide! This is the grave paper pressed by the old Nanggua couple from Xigou."

"Old Nanggua?" Fu Guiru was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "Why would they come to visit the graves of the Fu family?"

The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette and said lightly: "No one can explain this clearly, but in the past twenty years, it was the old Nanggua couple who came to visit the graves, and there was no tribute, at most a steamed bun and two pieces of paper,"

"Originally, Lao Nanggua was thinking about shoveling some dirt to build a grave, but no one dared to dig on the grave without the permission of the Donggou Fu family, right? So after all these years of wind and rain, only these two bricks are left."

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Fu Guiru nodded and said softly: "It's good to have two bricks, at least there is a place to visit the grave."

The old man looked at Fu Guiru and suddenly asked: "Miss, who are you to the old Fu family?"

Fu Guiru was silent for a few seconds, and smiled: "Of course I'm a relative."

"Relative."

The old man smiled and lowered his head without saying anything.