In the morning, Kun Ye had dinner and walked to the market in the south of the village.
He is ninety-three years old this year, and today is his mother's sacrifice day, so he has to cut a piece of meat, buy some sacrifices, and put his mother on the grave!
The sons and daughters-in-law are busy, and the grandsons have several children, so they have no time to rest, so they don't have time to go to the grave of their grandmother.
In fact, everyone's grandparents are the closest to them. There is a saying in the countryside that it is called the next generation.
Some little grandsons wanted to ride horses, but the grandfather quickly lay on the ground, and the grandmother helped him ride to the grandfather's back.
With his little hands and arms, he gently raised his smile behind him and called: Drive!Drive!Drive!Grandpa, hurry up!Drive!Drive!Drive!
Grandpa crawled quickly, smiling, and Grandma was smiling happily. A child's happiness is their happiness.
Usually good food and drink are reserved for grandchildren. When my children were young, they didn't enjoy such treatment.
However, after the death of grandparents, on the days of Qingming Festival, anniversary, and ten or so children, few grandchildren go to their graves.
Originally, Kun Ye told his son last night that he wanted him to get up early in the morning to go to the market, cut a piece of meat, buy some sacrifices, and go to his grandmother's grave.
Unexpectedly, my son said: Great, you go tomorrow, my grandmother won't blame me, he knows that I am busy, and your two grandchildren and a large family are waiting for me to make money to eat and drink.
Listening to his son's words, he was also distressed, he was in his early seventies, and he went to work in a small business, driving a tricycle out of the stall to sell fruits every day.
If you don't earn money for a day, you can't do it.
The children and grandchildren eat, drink, and Lazar, the family store, as well as the water and electricity bills, gas bills, children's tuition fees, and too many projects that require money, doesn't he do it?
For the sake of the children and grandchildren to live well, eat well, and dress well, the old man is tired to death, and he is willing to do so, without any complaints.
As long as the children are well, the heart is happy.
Who doesn't live to be old and work until he is old?
Don't look at Kun Ye so old, his eyes are not dazzled and his ears are not deaf. He goes out every day without stopping.
Go out for a walk, some waste cartons, mineral water bottles, get a pocket and come back.
Take it back, the two of you, sort it, put it in a bag and stack it in the corner.
Last time, he saved a big car and asked his son to pull it and sell it for 188 yuan.
With such a sum of money, the family can eat steamed buns for many days.
When he arrived at the bazaar, he walked to the stall selling meat, and the owner was a middle-aged fat man, who knew him and called him with a smile
Kun Ye, come to cut meat today?
He smiled and nodded.
People asked him again: Why do you want to cut a piece today?I said you, you have to eat a little meat every day, so that the nutrition can keep up, and the body is better!
Kun Ye smiled and said: Today's anniversary of my mother, you cut a good piece for me, bring some bones.
The boss turned the meat on the shelf, then took it off and cut it, found the best place to cut off a piece, didn't weigh it, and handed it directly to Kun Ye:
Give, sir, you give me 20 yuan.
Kun Ye said: For such a big piece of meat, you want twenty yuan, right?Do you need to collect enough money?This meat is more than 20 yuan.
The boss said: Master, you eat, it's different from others, I'll just leave the book. You're getting older, and I can't even get my face to collect money.
Kun Ye took out a plastic bag in his coat pocket, which contained a wad of money, except for a red shrimp, the others were change.
He took out a twenty and handed it to the boss, turned his face to see that there were sacrifices on the side of the meat stall, and said:
You bring me a bundle of paper money, and then a wad of bills, a bag of ingots, and a bag of gold bars. How much I'll give you.
When the boss heard this, he brought a black plastic bag, packed it for him, and handed it over: Kun Ye, give it, these are for you, don't need money.
Kun Ye shook his head and said: This is not good!To send money to my mother, I have to pay, this is my mood. Besides, you have a book to take care of your business!
It's okay if you have to pay for it, you have to collect money. Otherwise, I'm upset!
The boss smiled and said helplessly: Okay, master, you can give me a dollar.
Kun Ye had to give ten yuan, and the person took a dollar from him, gave him something, gently pushed him, and motioned him to go home.
Kun Ye was really embarrassed, knowing that if he gave him money again, he wouldn't ask for it, so he smiled and left.
When he got home, he asked the old woman to add a pot quickly, and gave him a quick custing of the meat, and he folded the paper money.
Everything was ready, the paper money, the knives, the meat, and the sacrifices were all put into a basket, and he picked it up alone, went out to the old grave, saw the old lady, and sent her some meat and money.
Along the way, he was thinking about the time when his mother was there. Since his mother is gone, he has lost a lot of worries.
When I came out and went in, no one was telling me, and when I went home, there was no one waiting.
Those good times are gone.
Mother is over there, how are you doing?I always can't dream of her in my dreams, and I don't know if she doesn't want her son anymore?
He saw some old graves in the field, overgrown with weeds, and he was saddened.
suddenly remembered his old grave, his parents, and his grandparents.
Now, every Qingming, ten or so, when they sacrifice the day, they still go to the grave. If one day, I die, who will go to the grave of my grandparents?
How many days do you have to live?
At most, he will go to the grave for another ten years, and his son may go to the grave for another thirty or forty years
I don't expect to live a long time, but I will be satisfied at the age of 100.
Fifty years later, dust to dust, dust to dust!
His son doesn't go to the grave of his grandparents now, and he still hopes that one day, when he leaves, he can go to the grave to press a piece of paper, kowtow, sacrifice a piece of knife head meat, and send out ingots and gold bars?
Alas!Forget it!What do you want to do so much!
People are born without bringing death with them, and maybe this thing is not rare in another world.
It's just the thoughts of the living, a way for the living to miss their loved ones.
I hope that the ancestors can bless their children and grandchildren with peace and health, and all the best.
Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, hurried to go to the grave with the old lady, and sent some money for food and drink. Perhaps, she can use it.
Then, sit at the grave and talk to her old man.
That place, under my mother's feet, is my destination!