Zhou Tong smiled honestly, as if he would do whatever the other person said.

Luo Da'e waved her hand and curled her mouth.

"You can't be a coquettish customer, my uncle is already old," she said.

"Besides, the person buried in that grave is my mother-in-law. I should let him pick out a few baskets of soil."

"Dad Xia'er, do you think so?"

"Yes, that's what Xiaer Niang said."

The three men agreed to burn incense.

Luo Daye and Zhou Xia also stood up and went.

Blacksmith Luo said, "The mountain road is slippery and difficult to walk on. You and Xia'er should stay at home."

Luo Da'e was very insistent.

"I came back today just for the Qingming Festival. I haven't been there for several years. A little rain is nothing."

"All right"

Blacksmith Luo was relieved and watched the large army go to the mountain to burn incense. He felt that he had not been so happy for several years.

All the way up the mountain, Luo Fengtang found three pairs of poles and baskets in his hands.

In addition, he also held a shovel in his hand.

Blacksmith Luo and Zhou Tong each held a shovel in their hands.
Chapter completed!