Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1416 Head of the household (one more)
When I woke up, it was almost noon.

"Is this the possession of a sleepy bug? When did I become a very sleepy student?"

While stretching and getting dressed, Yang Ruoqing laughed to herself inwardly.

While combing her hair, Mrs. Sun came in from the outside.

The woman also held a basin of wash water in her hand.

"Hey, are you up? I'm going to come and shout!"

She said, while putting the washbasin on the washstand in the corner, she turned her head and told Yang Ruoqing about today's schedule.

"Your grandfather told me earlier that he asked you to go to the old house after lunch, sit down with the accountant, and write down those who came to mourn the funeral from the village and relatives." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and kept it firmly in her heart.

The uncle passed away, and the eldest brother and several uncles are going to help with the funeral at the ancestral hall.

Matters at home, such as things for relatives and friends to pay homage to the funeral, and drinks and food for them...

All of these require special care.

There is a saying in the countryside: When the gongs and drums sound in the ancestral hall, the house is in the hands of others.

That's it.

Old Yang was worried about letting other members of the same clan take charge, and he himself was too old to take care of him, so he thought of her.

These, in fact, Yang Yongxian and the others told her in private last night, she was prepared.

"Okay, then I will go to the ancestral hall first, and then go to the old house to listen to the master's orders." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded, walked over, and helped Yang Ruoqing stabilize the bun behind her with a white flower.

"It's still stopping at the ancestral hall today, and it will be done tomorrow." Sun continued.

"I heard that the Taoist team from Zhangjia Village was invited, and six Taoist priests were invited. They will come in for lunch tomorrow and start performing rituals in the afternoon."

"Tomorrow night, we won't be able to sleep, we have to go to the ancestral hall to stay up all night."

"You go to bed earlier tonight, don't you understand?" Mrs. Sun urged carefully.

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly.

When it came to sleeping, she thought of Yang Huazhong.

"Mom, where's my dad? When did he come back from the vigil last night?" she asked.

Sun said: "I came back in the middle of the night. After sleeping for more than an hour, I got up again."

"Why doesn't my father sleep more? There is nothing for him at the ancestral hall this morning!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun said: "No, your Granny's family and your Uncle Luo are going to mourn the funeral. Your father accompanied your uncle and Uncle Luo to the coffin shop in the town to buy wreaths or something."

"Oh……"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

According to the custom in the Mianniu Mountain area, when the uncle passed away, all relatives and friends would come to pay his respects.

There are two types of mourning.

One is that friendly villagers spend some money to buy a firecracker and a few knives of incense paper to burn.

There is another kind, which is to send wreaths by beating gongs and drums.

For example: Kim's natal family.

Yang Hua'an's sister, Yang Huamei's husband's family, Lao Wang's family.

And Yang Huaan's daughter-in-law, Cao Bamei's natal family.

These three families must beat gongs and drums to send wreaths.

That's why my uncle ran to the town to buy wreaths and paper sedan horses.

In addition, there are two married nieces, herself and Yang Ruolan, who also need to send wreaths.

Luo Fengtang was not at home, so Blacksmith Luo went to take care of these things.

"Sister Lan'er, what do you say?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.

Sun shook her head: "Miss Lan said that she is not married, she is a concubine for others, and she doesn't need to send wreaths. It made your father and uncles very angry."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, how could Yang Ruolan say such words?

"However, Xiao Yaxue came out to express her opinion. She and Na Risong will come to burn incense for your uncle." Sun added.

"Everyone in the village is praising Xiao Yaxue for being reasonable, your sister Lan'er... hey!" Mrs. Sun shook her head.

Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.

"By the way, what about my third cousin? Are you coming?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

When the third cousin planned to join his master's family, he had already cut off his righteousness with his uncle Yang Hua'an.

But last time during the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Yongjin wanted to persuade the third cousin to come back to accompany Yang Huaan for the last Dragon Boat Festival meal, but the third cousin tried to find reasons to shirk it.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Sun sighed softly.

"I also went to your third cousin's place to report the funeral. I guess I won't be beating gongs and drums to send wreaths, but I should come to burn incense."

There was some dissatisfaction in Sun's words.

Yang Ruoqing could also understand this.

No matter how great the uncle is, he is also the father of the third cousin.

My dear father died, why did you send a wreath?

That's all, I have no right to say anything about other people's family affairs.

"Mother, just comb like this, you are busy with your work." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "I'll warm you up in the pot for breakfast, so hurry up and eat some. I'm going to dry the two clothes I changed yesterday, and I'm going to the old house to cook lunch."

"Well, good!"

The two women act separately.

After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing went to the ancestral hall for a while.

In the ancestral hall, it was deserted.

Yang Yongjin, Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing were guarding there.

Yang Ruoqing greeted them briefly, bowed to her uncle, and came to the old house with a pen and paper.

In the main room of the old house, the Eight Immortals table was moved to the courtyard.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived, old Yangtou and little old Yangtou were sitting at the table, discussing things in low voices with sad faces.

The door of Yang Yongxian's room was closed tightly, probably to catch up on sleep.

"Grandpa, little grandpa."

Yang Ruoqing walked over and greeted the two old men.

Old Yang's eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing, and he waved at her.

"Qing'er, come and sit down here." He said.

Yang Ruoqing sat down as she said.

Old Yang said: "Qing'er, your uncle is gone, this time is a catastrophe for our old Yang family."

"Your father and a few uncles and cousins ​​are busy with the affairs of the ancestral hall,"

"This funeral, we have to do it in a lively manner, let your uncle... go away in a lively manner..."

When Lao Yangtou said this, two lines of muddy tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

"My lord, you are so sad and obedient, your body is important!"

Yang Ruoqing persuaded.

Lao Yang raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued: "My relatives and friends will come to pay tribute to the funeral in these two days. You need to write down the accounts of these relationships for me clearly."

"You are a granddaughter, but you are no less than any man."

"It's hard to say, the one who I can entrust and trust, you are the only one!"

On the side, the little old Yang also nodded again and again: "This granddaughter will have ten grandchildren, let her take charge of these matters, don't worry, big brother."

Old Yang nodded, and looked at Yang Ruoqing again: "Did you understand what my master told you?"

"Well, I see. Don't worry, my master. The accounts and items will not be messed up." She said.

Compared with how many businesses she manages, this matter is really not a big deal at the moment.

Old Yang was relieved when he heard Yang Ruoqing's assurance.

(End of this chapter)