At the turn of spring and summer, the rain is pouring, making the pedestrians feel like they are dying.

On the third day of the third month, it is also called Shangsi Festival, while in southern Fujian people, it is called "March Festival".

Shangsi refers to the first Si day of the third month of the Xia calendar in the calendar of the stems and branches, so there are also three Si, the other name of Yuan Si.

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Based on the above records, we can draw the conclusion that March 3 was a traditional and grand festival in ancient times. The most famous activity is the Qushui Liushang from the Wei and Jin Dynasties, which is an eternal story that has been passed down to this day.

On the third day of the third month in southern Fujian, it is not about eliminating the bathing, but about sweeping the tombs, commonly known as "survey Feng Shui".

There is another legend about the "March Festival" tomb sweeping on the third day of the March 3: It is said that Zheng Chenggong saw the Qingming Festival in Nanzhou that year, and people were quite moved. He believed that the word "Qingming" was "Qingming is above, Ming is below", so he ordered the abolition of Qingming Festival and stipulated that March 3 was the day of tomb sweeping. Since then, it has become a custom in the Nanzhou area, and was then taken to Taiwan by immigrants in Nanzhou. Some people also call the "March Three Respect Festival", but it still has a different role in the same way as the Qingming Festival.

In fact, there are many customs in southern Fujian, such as tomb sweeping. Therefore, when you go to your relatives for the first year, you have to gather your relatives to sweep together on Qingming Festival. From the second year to the next, it will be swept on March Day.

It is about to enter summer. The air conditioning at the end of spring and the hot air entering summer intersect. The rain suddenly started to rush and it was almost over.

The light rain, heavy rain and heavy rain fell intermittently for several days, and it finally cleared on the third day of the junior high school. The people from Songjiabao were relieved after seeing it. If the rain kept going, the tombs of this year could not be swept. However, in Song Wen's memory, there seemed to be no rain on March 3rd every year, and it was also light rain.

Yesterday, Song Wen and his uncle, the second uncle and other three families had already made an appointment to go up the mountain to visit the grave together today, and had a dinner with him at noon, so Song Wen got up early in the morning. After dinner, he went to the backyard to pick some vegetables, grabbed some mountain crabs and big white jade snails from Ruyi Fan, cut some elephant meat and snake meat and put them in the kitchen, and prepared for use at noon.

After everything was ready, Song Yuanshui and Chen Xiuhui brought Xixi over, and then Song Hu's family, and Song Long and the others arrived late until after nine o'clock. As soon as Song Long's son Xiran arrived, Xixi and Qiqi immediately had a companion. A few little kids were playing there. I don't know which sharp-eyed little guy found mulberries by the lake and they all wanted to eat it. Helplessly, Song Wen had to pick some for them, and the little guys stopped.

When they arrived at Song Wen's house, the group of people took a break. Chen Xiuhui, Huang Xiuyun, Guo Chunhua (Song Long's mother), Liu Yuxiang (Song Long's wife), Huang Wenfeng and other women were busy and began to prepare for lunch. Song Wen and his men picked up incense, offerings, yellow paper, and took hoes, sickles, and hatches to go up the mountain to sweep the grave.

Xiran, Xixi, Qiqi felt very proud when they saw them carrying hoes and wearing bamboo hats one by one, and they also clamored to follow them until they were drunk by their elders, and they stopped their voices, but their mouths were so flat that they were like little ducks.

There is a bus to go from the village to the cemetery of Dajianshan, but the road there is not easy to walk, and the car must be blocked there on this day. So the group discussed it and decided to go to the tombs from the bamboo forest. This road is much closer than that. So the group got on the bus and drove towards the bamboo forest. When they reached the edge of the bamboo forest, they abandoned the car and walked, which was faster.

After the rain, the bamboo forest was fresh, the bamboo leaves were green, and the air was filled with the fragrance of Hsinchu.

"Ashui, your bamboo forest is well maintained, and even the road is open." Song Yuanzhi looked at the flat road in the bamboo forest and said to Song Yuanshui next to him.

The older ones were in a car, Song Long was responsible for driving, while Song Hu and Song Wen followed behind each with a four-wheeled motorcycle.

Seeing the two of them driving a quad bike, Song Long was very upset. Why did he drive the old man? They drive a motorcycle! Of course, he only dared to think about this in his heart. If he said it, he would be the first person to K him.

"It's all done by Awen, so how could I do these things? Look, there is a water tower over there, and there are water pipes in the bamboo forest. It is said that it can be watered when it is hot and water-deficient. In fact, there is no need to do this. It's wasted money. I have planted bamboo shoots for so many years, but I have never seen any bamboo withered withered." Song Yuanshui complained.

"You can't say that. If there is water, the yield of bamboo shoots will increase. If there is no water, what bamboo shoots will be there?"

"You are still good at getting a bargain. It's your blessing to have this son. Look at our Ahu, you won't do anything. If Awen didn't ask him to open a restaurant this time, I think he would open a noodle shop until Lu died." Song Yuanshan said beside him.

Several old men were talking in the car, Song Hu and Song Wen drove behind in the bamboo forest on four-wheeled motorcycles, which was extremely comfortable.

"Awen, your car is good. I'll buy one too." Song Hu looked at the cool body of the four-wheeled motorcycle and felt the inhuman speed of the car, and said enviously.

"What are you buying this? This car can't be on the road. If you want to ride it, just drive it, but don't break it."

"Okay, I'll drive to ride for two days."

The group arrived at the edge of the bamboo forest and got off the car and walked towards Dajian Mountain.

After a few days of rain, the weeds and shrubs on the road grew like crazy, covering up the originally small mountain road. As a last resort, Song Wen and the others had to take out their machetes and start the road.

The cemeteries of the Songjiabao people are at the foot of Dajian Mountain. When it comes to the grave sweeping season, people come and go, becoming the same as the market, clamoring. Song Wen and the others come over, and there are already many people in the cemetery worshipping. The group of them greets acquaintances while walking towards their own cemetery.

In the future, the graves were covered with weeds and some small shrubs grew beside them. The group did not rest and immediately started to pack up. The ones who were mowed the grass and the ones who were cutting the trees. After a while, the graves that were overgrown were packed very beautifully.

After sorting it out, I took out the offerings, lit incense and worshiped them, then sprinkled with yellow paper, and continued to walk down the place.

Tomb sweeping is different from ancestor worship. Tomb sweeping is just to worship the ancestor, one person. However, tomb sweeping is to travel all over every tomb of the closest relatives of blood, such as the old grandfather, grandmother, grandmother, grandfather, grandfather, grandfather, ancestor, etc., all have to worship. There are more than twenty tombs related to Song Wen and his family alone.

Fortunately, some of the tombs have been cleaned up by people from the same clan and ancestors. Just put on offerings and worship, otherwise they might not be able to finish cleaning in one day. But even so, the group was busy all morning and were all sweating. Especially Song Long, who usually sat in the office to approve official documents and enjoyed the air conditioner, but after this incident, he was so tired that he was panting and almost exhausted, which was worse than his physical condition.

"Brother, it's not that I'm talking about you. You have to get up early in the morning to exercise. Like me, get up at six in the morning, run around the mountain and then go back and forth to have dinner. Look at my body, like a cow, and even a few trips to Dajian Mountain are not like you." Song Hu couldn't help but say when he saw Song Long like this.

Song Wen rolled his eyes when he heard this. This kid didn’t get up until nine o’clock one day, and he got up to exercise at six o’clock, and it was almost the same as getting up to let go of water.

After scanning the tomb, the group went back along the same route.

When she went back, she didn't have to open the road. When Song Wen saw that the raspberries on the roadside were bright red, she picked a bunch of them and put them in bags, intending to take them back for the children to eat.

Song Hu looked at it and walked over to pick it up. However, he picked a handful and threw it into his mouth. While eating it, he also recommended to Song Long beside him: "Brother, this thing is good. The book says it can nourish the kidneys and help yang. I think you are a little weak, so you should eat more tonic."

"I'm so weak, you are so weak." Song Long couldn't help but curse, kicking him angrily. He was so weak, he could do nothing if he had sex eight times a night.

Song Wen next to him laughed. Men love face, and they can’t even say that they are weak, otherwise would they still have the face to make a mess?

Song Yuanzhi and the others saw a few juniors like this and laughed.

When they returned home, the women at home had prepared the meal. A group of men were already hungry when they came back to the mountain to visit the grave. They put down their things, washed their hands, and then served the food and started eating.

For a moment, young and old, eating, picking up food and talking, gathering together, making it very lively.

After dinner, Song Yuanzhi and his group of old men sat on the sofa to make tea and chat, while Song Wen and the others sat in the yard with chairs and talked.

"Awen, my wild boar has been born." Song Hushen said to Song Wen mysteriously.

"Oh, how many have you given birth?" Song Wen asked lightly. It has been more than half a year since he caught the wild boar, and it is not uncommon to have a baby.

“Eight.”

"So little?"

"That's right, wild boars are not domestic pigs, so they are naturally less born." Song Long said next to him.

"I see, Ah Hu's family will raise wild boars in the future, and then bring them to our store to sell them. This is also a major feature of our store." Song Wen said.

Since you decide to open a store, you have to create unique dishes. Otherwise, why don’t people eat in the city and come to the countryside to eat? They are not mentally ill. Only when they are different can good dishes touch the hearts of customers and make them think of eating here again and again. If they continue to cook with this concept, it would be strange if the restaurant is not popular.
Chapter completed!