Since the Jiang Family migrated here to escape famine only a few decades ago, there are just a dozen or so graves in this area.
Two adjacent graves were neglected this Qingming Festival, with wild grass growing rampant and brambles everywhere.
Jiang Youzhi started weeding with a hoe, and Yun Jiao picked up another hoe. It didn't take long for the two of them to clear all the weeds from the graves.
Then Jiang Youzhi lit incense candles and burned paper money in front of his father's and brother's graves.
After paying their respects and going down the mountain, they saw someone looking around by the carriage.
Yun Jiao glanced over and saw it was Jiang Youzhi's third uncle, Jiang Hua.
Seeing them come down the mountain, Jiang Hua's eyes sparkled as he looked Jiang Youzhi up and down. Then he laughed heartily, "Sanlang, you've made it big in the provincial capital, wearing silk clothes now."
