After The Divorce, I Farmed In The Countryside [Danmei MTL]

5:: Black Tea Merchant

On the rugged mountain road, Su Ling carried a black plastic bag in his hand and walked to the village cemetery.

Shixi Village is remote and cremation has not yet been popularized. People still practice burial. The cemetery is in the north of Phoenix Mountain.

As soon as he stepped into the cemetery group, Su Ling couldn't help shivering with emotion.

Unlike the city's cemeteries, most of the tombs here are chair tombs.

One of the new tombs also brought a courtyard, stone tables, and some unknown stone sculptures.

That is the tomb of the second grandfather.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Su Ling bowed reverently from the tombstone, indicating his identity.

"Second grandfather, I am Su Ling, your designated heir, I am here to visit you today."

From the photo, the old man is kind-looking.

He must have been an amiable person during his lifetime.

With a sense of awe, Su Ling took out the Ming paper, incense and red candles from the small shop from the plastic bag, followed the steps explained by Aunt Zhang, and began to go to the grave.

After burning the Mingzhi, he watched the flame go out, put his hands together and bowed again.

When he got off the grave, Su Ling was not in a hurry to go home, put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, and walked along the gravel road in the fields.

In the morning in the countryside, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, and the breeze touches the face, with a hint of earthy fragrance.

When the people working in the fields saw Su Ling, they all cocked their heads and looked over curiously.

Su Ling calmly stood on the bridge of the creek, enjoying the unique scenery of the countryside.

The blue sky and white clouds, spring plowing and farming, are such a vibrant picture.

The inspiration that has disappeared for a long time seems to be awakened at this moment.

He raised his hand, pretending to be holding a paintbrush, and drew a line of nothingness in the air, with beautiful peach eyes like a pool of clear water.

The painting was full of joy, and Li Dahai's call came from a distance.

 "Brother Su, Brother Su--"

Su Ling stopped and turned to look at the teenager who rushed over.

"Good morning, Dahai." Su Ling said with a smile.

"Morning... Good morning." Li Dahai ran to him, panting, "Brother Su... the village... the village chief invites you to the village committee."

"The village committee?" Su Ling asked in surprise, "What's the matter?"

Li Dahai wiped the sweat from his face and said, "There are a few people in the town, and the village chief quarreled with them, as if mentioning the death of Grandpa Su."

Su Ling heard that it was related to Grandpa Second, immediately let Li Dahai lead the way.

In the office of the village committee, three middle-aged men surrounded a tall, thin, healthy old man and kept persuading.

"Mr. Jin, you have carefully thought about it. The second grandfather of Su is gone, but the tea on the mountain has not been picked. If it is delayed until may, the price of the tea will not rise as soon as it gets old."