Transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world to become a village bully and set up a stall in ancient

Chapter 86 Not your ancestor, but my ancestor



Chapter 86 Not your ancestor, but my ancestor

After packing up their stall, Gao Mengli and Lin Xi followed Jiang Shi into the city to buy incense, paper money, candles, and white banners.

In the past few days, Dou Weiyi arranged for people to sweep the streets and catch people who urinate or defecate indiscriminately. The streets are much cleaner than before, and the smell is also less.

To even mask the smell, many osmanthus trees were transplanted along both sides of the street.

"Dou Weiyi is quite efficient! He's good-looking, talented, and resourceful. Such officials are rare in local areas!" Lin Xi couldn't help but praise.

Gao Mengli glanced at him, a leisurely smile playing on her lips, "Oh, too bad it's not yours!"

One sentence instantly broke Lin Xi's defenses.

He pursed his lips and gently nudged Gao Mengli with his shoulder.

See through things but don't expose them, remain friends; know people but don't judge them. His Mengli knows how to hand over a knife.

Gao Mengli couldn't help but laugh when Lin Xi bumped into her. "I'm just telling the truth. Who told you to wear your little thoughts on your sleeve?"

Lin Xi glared at her. "You think you know so much? Humph."

As Jiang walked ahead, she heard their conversation and wore a "motherly smile" on her face!

These two, you really have a great relationship!

The three of them were in high spirits along the way. When they arrived at the funeral shop, they bought a bunch of things they would need for the next day, each carrying large and small bags.

Everyone returned home and, since there was no business the next day, they had some rare free time and got a good night's rest.

The next day, at daybreak.

Lin Xi quickly got up and made breakfast.

I cooked two bowls of noodles, poached an egg, boiled some greens, ladled some soy sauce from the large vat over the noodles, sprinkled on some Sichuan peppercorn oil, mixed in some chili peppers, and sprinkled on some fresh green onions.

The rich aroma instantly filled the kitchen. Lin Xi sniffed and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.

The noodles were served into two large bowls and placed on a small table in the yard.

Seeing that there was still no movement inside, Lin Xi quickly ran in and pulled Gao Mengli, who was still asleep, out of bed. "Hurry up and wash up, it's time to eat noodles!"

Gao Mengli, still half asleep, mumbled in her sleep as Lin Xi pulled her along, "Let me sleep a little longer, I'm so sleepy."

Lin Xi didn't care about any of that and forcibly dragged her to the bedside, saying, "No, the noodles are going to clump together, get up quickly."

As he spoke, he threw Gao Mengli's clothes at her.

Helpless, Gao Mengli had no choice but to struggle to get up.

Damn, having to get up early on my day off, who understands this feeling? It's infuriating.

After quickly finishing tidying up, Gao Mengli sat down at the table and started slurping noodles with Lin Xi.

The two had just finished eating when they heard the sound of someone leaving the house next door.

The two quickly put the bowl back in the kitchen, tidied up, and then went out.

This was their first time visiting a grave, so they were both very excited.

The two followed the crowd, the morning breeze still a bit cool, which gradually woke them up.

Dewdrops still clung to the roadside weeds. It was a rare sunny day, and the sunlight shone on the rapeseed flowers. A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of the flowers.

After walking for a while, Gao Mengli realized that the three little radishes from the old house hadn't come along, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "Hey, aren't those three kids coming?"

Such opportunities to go up the mountain are rare. It's in children's nature to love to play, so why didn't you come along?

Upon hearing Gao Mengli's words, Jiang stopped in her tracks, her eyes darting around. She quickly came up with an excuse, "Oh, we left too early, and those three couldn't get up, so we didn't take them with us."

The three groups that Jiang mentioned as "sleeping in" were brought to Dajun's house by their parents early this morning, just before everyone was leaving. They are having a great time now, and at this moment, they are sneezing frequently.

"Oh," Gao Mengli responded, without suspecting anything.

In high spirits, I joined the others in climbing the mountain, traversing one low hill after another, as the sun hung high in the sky.

Seeing Lin Xi constantly wiping away sweat, she picked some roadside flowers and grasses and wove them into a grass wreath for him to wear on his head to keep out the sun.

Lin Fei and Lin Chi, who were standing nearby, looked on with envy and gazed intently at their respective wives.

Zhu Mei and Yang Qing exchanged a glance, smiled, and followed suit, pulling up some grass and weaving grass wreaths for them to wear.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the team became more relaxed, and everyone's fatigue seemed to be relieved.

They had been walking for an hour, and the people in the old house showed no sign of stopping.

Didn't we agree it wouldn't be far?

Lin Xi, panting, looked at Lin Yong and Jiang Shi, "Father, Mother, how much further?"

Jiang paused for a moment, then pointed ahead: "Go around that patch of bushes, then climb over a small hill and we'll be there. Almost there, almost there!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xi almost rolled her eyes. "Mother, you've said that so many times already."

Say it as if he would believe it...

Sure enough, the "not far" the old man meant was completely different from what they meant by "not far".

They don't even mean the same thing...

Damn, I got scammed...

Finally, after much anticipation from Lin Xi, the destination was revealed.

Before me, there were a few other graves scattered around the main grave, but they hadn't been there for a year and were now covered with shrubs and vines.

Lin Fei and Lin Chi took out their curved knives and began clearing the grave mound and the surrounding area.

Gao Mengli and Lin Xi sat with the others to tear up paper money.

It is said that this is the ancestral burial site, but there is no tombstone.

They marveled at Lin Yong and Jiang's memories; the journey was so long and difficult, involving climbing mountains and crossing rivers, yet the two of them could still remember it.

Jiang and Lin Yong strung white banners onto wooden sticks, placed them on the grave, and laid out some food they had brought from home.

Just as they were about to burn paper money, a questioning voice from behind interrupted them.

"What are you doing?!"

An elderly man dressed in coarse linen clothes, leaning on a cane, stood not far away with his family, looking at them with puzzled expressions.

Lin Yong quickly stepped forward to explain, "Brother, we've come to pay respects at our ancestors' graves. We've always remembered that our ancestral graves are here."

The old man frowned, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes: "Are you sure? This is my family's ancestral grave. Our ancestors have been buried here for decades. We've never heard of it being your family's."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yong panicked: "This...this is impossible, brother, we're sure we're not mistaken. Our elders brought us here before."

Would he possibly mistake his own ancestors? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Jiang nodded in agreement, "Yes, we've always remembered this place."

A young man behind the old man stepped forward, frowning. "Don't talk nonsense. This concerns our ancestors; how can we confuse things like this? Besides, we live in the village just down this slope. We come to worship every year. How could we be wrong?"

However, every year when we come here, we find that the grave has been visited and worshipped. We asked around at home, but no one has come alone. Could it be you?!

The Lin family members looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

Damn it, could they have made a mistake?

Gao Mengli and Lin Xi were embarrassed. They had just praised the two for their good memory, but they had even visited the wrong ancestral graves. No wonder they had always been so poor.

Perhaps their ancestors were even poorer down there, and simply didn't have the "money power" to bless them with great wealth!


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