Splendid peasant girl busy farming

After explaining to Yang Yongxian in the coffin gently and patiently, Old Yangtou got up slowly. Suddenly, the old man felt dizzy and fell on the coffin lid, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong rushed up and supported the old man from behind.

Anxiously shouting: "Father, father?"

Yang Yongjin didn't care about the bad smell in the mourning hall, so he rushed in, pulled the long bench blocking the old man's back and put it aside, and then supported the old man from the other side.

"Third uncle, I think it's better to carry my grandfather outside first!"

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Yang Yongjin immediately lowered his body, and Yang Huazhong helped the old man whose eyes were half-closed and pupils out of focus, onto Yang Yongjin's back.

Then Yang Yongjin picked up Old Yang's head and walked out of the mourning hall quickly, and came outside.

At this time, it was time for lunch, and the villagers who gathered around the mourning hall in the morning had almost dispersed. When the Taoist team came to perform the ritual in the afternoon, it is estimated that there will be more crowds of onlookers.

So when the two of them took Old Yangtou out of the mourning hall, Yang Huazhong was about to call Wang Sheng, but Old Yangtou himself woke up.

The old man waved his hand and said, "No need, no need, I'm fine, maybe I got up too fast earlier, and it was dark before my eyes, now the cold wind blows outside, it's much better."

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin looked at each other.

Yang Huazhong said: "I'm afraid it's because I haven't eaten for several consecutive meals, my body is weak, and I'm too sad, hey!"

Old Yang smiled wryly, "How can I have an appetite!"

Yang Yongjin glanced at the mourning hall where the stench was still coming out from behind him, frowned and said, "I think it's probably because I've been in there for a long time and got poisoned after smelling too much stench!"

Yang Huazhong frowned, strongly feeling that Yang Yongjin's conjecture might be true. Inside, after he went in and stood there for a while, his head was humming and his temples were also aching.

Maybe the smell is really poisonous!
However, the old Yangtou did not agree with Yang Yongjin's words, saying: "How is it possible, it is impossible, if you say that, we squat in the latrine every day, and we have never seen a stinky dizzy in the latrine!"

Yang Yongjin: "Master, that's different, this is rotten air..."

Old Yang raised his head and made a motion to prohibit Yang Yongjin from speaking, "It's alright, alright, don't argue about this, I'll go back to the third room to rest for a while."

Yang Huazhong: "Father, can you walk by yourself? Or let me carry you!"

Old Yang waved his hand: "It's not that brittle, I'm not made of paper."

Even so, Yang Huazhong was still worried, and helped the old man all the way to the third room.

Yang Yongjin was left here to continue guarding the mourning hall.

Yang Yongjin didn't go in at all, and kept squatting at the door, burning a few handfuls of paper money every once in a while.

Unless the incense sticks inserted in front of the coffin in the mourning hall are gone, he holds his breath and rushes in, quickly lights three incense sticks and sticks them on top of the bowl of uncooked rice, and then quickly exits...

Let's talk about Sanfang, Mrs. Sun filled a bowl full of meatballs and meat pies from the cauldron in the backyard, and another bowl of stewed pork bones with mushrooms, and went out through the back door with them.

After making a big circle in the village, I came to Zhang Youfu's house.

Zhang Youfu and Zhen'er will definitely have a lunch banquet at Lao Yang's house at noon, and Zhang's mother, Liao Meiying, and Gui'er are left behind.

Liao Meiying was very moved when she saw Mrs. Sun specially delivering meat and vegetables.

"Third mother, you are so busy today, why do you waste your time for me?"

"Don't delay, I think you won't have time to go to the banquet, so I'll bring you some food for your mother-in-law and your son."

Liao Meiying lowered her eyes, nodded slightly, went to the kitchen, took two clean bowls, and replaced the one in Mrs. Sun's hand.

"Third Mom, I went to the mourning hall to burn incense today. I didn't wear white flowers or linen. Grandpa Zhen'er was not happy, and I was also very upset..."

"But now I'm the daughter-in-law of the Zhang family. It's impossible for me to wear sackcloth and filial piety for my ex-husband. It's unlucky and not in compliance with the rules. Third mother, what do you think?"

Sun said: "Mei Ying, I am here not only to deliver food to you, but also to explain this matter to you."

"You must never take the words of Zhen'er and his great-grandfather at ease. He said his thing, you do yours, and you did the right thing. We all understand."

"Your third uncle, fourth uncle and fifth uncle are afraid that you will feel wronged in your heart, so I must tell you this. You must not take it to your heart, you know? You have already treated our old Yang family and Yongxian , I have done my best!"

What Sun said comforted Liao Meiying's heart.

She nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, "Thank you, thank you!"

Sun looked around, but did not see Gui'er.

Liao Meiying: "Your son is playing in his grandma's house!"

Sun said: "We have a funeral today, so I won't go into the house to say hello to your mother-in-law, you are busy with your work."

Liao Meiying nodded, "Okay, I'll take Sanma to the gate of the courtyard."

After the noon banquet, in the afternoon, everyone followed the Taoist team to the mourning hall.

Taoist priests do things, those relatives and friends who are younger than Yang Yongxian are all in old Yang's family.

Among relatives and friends, they simply tie a white old cloth belt on their arms, and then go there to burn incense and worship a few times.

It is estimated that the time is almost the same, and relatives and friends have dispersed.

Then Lao Yang's family continued to organize the funeral, including the all-night vigil tonight.

"Qing'er, Duo'er, you all go back first, there is nothing for you here for the time being." Sun called Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo aside.

Xiaoduo's face was full of exhaustion, she hardly ate a bite at the banquet earlier, she was busy taking care of the children to eat.

Even if Mrs. Sun came back after delivering the meat and vegetables and picked up Rourou, Xiaoduo herself would not have the appetite to eat.

Because she still felt uncomfortable, and there was a fishy smell in the broth.

This should be a psychological effect.

Because these meals were all cooked by the sisters-in-law and sister-in-law from my natal family, and they were cooked in the same way as the usual wedding banquet.

It's completely Xiaoduo's personal feeling.

"Mother, sister, then I'll come over tomorrow morning with Shengnan and send the big brother up the mountain." Xiaoduo said.

Sun said: "I guess it will be very early. If you can't come, then don't come. It's almost enough to ask Shengnan to show up."

As Sun said, she turned her head to look at Yang Ruoqing, "It's the same with you, Qing'er. It's freezing, so just stay in the house with the child. If Tang Yazi is willing, Tang Yazi can go for a trip."

"If Tang Yazi can't get up, forget it, because your blacksmith uncle said earlier that he will definitely come tomorrow morning, so just be lazy, it's okay!"