Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1415 Keeping the Spirit (Fifth Watch)
The door of the house gave way, brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, and Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin all put on white linen mourning clothes.

Together, they carried Yang Huaan out together.

Yang Hua'an changed into a blue coarse old cloth shroud, and his head came out first.

The person holding the head is the eldest son Yang Yongxian.

Others supported Yang Hua'an's other parts, and everyone hurried out of the room.

In the back, Lao Yang was crying and beating his chest.

"My son, boss, Hua An, my dear son..."

The old man's voice became hoarse from crying, and he was about to chase after him, but he was firmly grabbed by the little old man.

In the main room, everyone stepped aside one after another, allowing Yang Huazhong and the others to carry Yang Huaan out of the door.

A man of the family leads the way, holding a rooster in his hand.

The rooster's neck was cut open and blood was spilled as it walked.

Behind, Yang Yongjin opened a black umbrella and covered Yang Hua'an's face.

The men carried Yang Hua'an out of the main gate of the old Yang's house. In the main room, Mrs. Sun and the others quickly followed.

After the death, Tan couldn't see, but the old lady also knew that it was Yang Hua'an who was leaving the house.

Once you leave, you will never come back.

"Boss, boss, don't go away, my son..."

Tan wailed, her body straightened backwards, and she passed out.

Some of the women were left to send Mrs. Tan to the bed in the backyard, while the others followed to the ancestral hall.

Yang Ruoqing walked among the crowd, seeing the crooked chicken blood under her feet, her heart became more and more heavy.

Sieves are hung on the doors and windows of the villagers' houses on both sides of the road.

Everyone thinks that a sieve can ward off evil spirits.

In this way all the way to the ancestral hall.

Because Changping Village has mixed surnames, there was no ancestral hall in the past.

Since several people died of the plague last year, Lizheng and the others planned to build an ancestral hall in the westernmost part of the village.

Every household has money and ability to contribute, and the ancestral hall is the place of the public. Whoever has old parents to do funerals will send them to the ancestral hall.

This saves the need to put the dead at home to do things.

So this time, Yang Ruoqing came to the ancestral hall with the large army.

Enter through the side door of the ancestral hall, and the brand new coffin inside has already been parked there.

The coffin was open, and the coffin lid leaned against the wall of the ancestral hall beside it.

Several older men put Yang Huaan into the coffin.

"Come here and take one last look!" the man shouted. He is a villager who specializes in helping people with white affairs and has experience.

As a result, the members of Old Yang's family gathered around the coffin and took one last look at Yang Hua'an.

Yang Ruoqing also watched it.

The uncle lay there, his face sallow and stiff.

The eyes are not completely closed, there seems to be a gap.

His fingers were crossed on his own chest, and he was dressed in blue coarse cloth clothes, matched with the blue melon skin hat on his head.

The whole person looks a bit gloomy and scary.

Yang Ruoqing quickly stepped aside, feeling very bad.

Next, it's time to start sealing the coffin.

When the coffin is sealed, you can't cry. If you say you are crying, your voice will be shut in, and you will be mute in the future.

The person who sealed the coffin yelled again and reported several hours.

"People who have reported to me for a few hours, turn around and don't look!" He said.

So, Yang Huamei and others turned their backs.

Perhaps people born at these hours coincide with the time of encoffining, so they have to avoid it, Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.

Then, the coffin began to be sealed over there, and the thick and long nails were pushed in.

Then go to the four corners of the coffin and light tung oil lamps.

In front of the coffin, a white curtain was drawn, and a large desk was placed in front of the curtain.

On the desk, there was a stripped raw chicken, a bowl of white rice, and a bowl of fatty meat.

As usual, a stick of incense was inserted on the white rice, and the ashes from the burnt incense fell on the white rice.

Here, after the coffin was sealed, everyone gathered around the coffin, crying loudly.

Seeing everyone crying to death, to be honest, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't cry.

After all, from a fair standpoint, Yang Hua'an's whole life, in the old Yang's family, has been a mess.

He even did a lot of dirty things, which made the juniors resent him for a time.

With her uncle, her niece has almost no relationship at all.

However, now that everyone is dead, the dead are respected.

All the faults, also disappear in smoke.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside silently, lowering her eyes.

Uncle, go all the way well, in the next life, be a good person and live a bright and aboveboard life!

……

No matter how sad you are, there are times when you are tired.

After a while, the Yang Huazhong brothers began to make up plans for tonight's wake.

Yang Yongxian said: "I am the eldest son, I must stay in the ancestral hall to watch the spirit tonight."

Yang Yongjin also said: "And me, uncles and aunts, you all go back to rest tonight."

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? He is your father and our eldest brother!"

"Tonight's vigil, I'll stay, set off firecrackers, burn incense paper and so on, you two young people don't understand, I'll come!" said the man.

Brother Yang Yongxian and Yongjin were moved.

Yang Huazhou also said: "I'll stay too, to be your companion!"

Yang Huaming said: "There's me!"

Finally, Yang Huazhong made an arrangement, dividing the men into two groups.

One for tonight, one for tomorrow.

The women and children went back to sleep.

"Mom, I'm afraid!"

On the way back, Xiaoan held onto the corner of Sun's clothes tightly.

Da'an leaned down, "Don't be afraid, brother, brother is here, brother will protect you!"

Then, Daan held Xiaoan in his hand.

Yang Ruoqing stroked Xiao An's head: "Our Xiao An is already a man, and a man is the bravest, right?"

Xiao An bit her lip, showing a thoughtful look.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Didn't brother-in-law give you a slingshot? It's your magic weapon, all monsters are afraid of you!"

"Well, I'm not afraid, I have a slingshot, and I can defeat demons and ghosts."

Xiao Andao, a small person, was suddenly filled with strength and courage.

The mother and son returned to the village.

Da'an and Xiao'an slept in the same room, while Yang Ruoqing stayed with Mrs. Sun.

It can be seen that Mrs. Sun should also be very scared, so she pretended to be calm all the way back.

But when a gust of wind passed by in front of him, and the branch was rattling, Yang Ruoqing could clearly feel Sun's body trembling.

The mother and daughter were lying on the bed, and there was a light on the table in front of the bed. Mrs. Sun didn't feel sleepy at all, but as soon as Yang Ruoqing lay down, her eyelids started fighting again.

"Qing'er, sleep when you're sleepy, and I'll fall asleep after a while."

When Mrs. Sun said this, Yang Ruoqing had already fallen asleep.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing for a while, then recalled the matter of her encoffining earlier, and sorted out the memories related to Yang Hua'an.

After sighing several times and regretting several times, I fell asleep exhausted.

(End of this chapter)