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Chapter 2529 Filial son and virtuous grandson (one more)
Although Yang Ruoqing did not agree with Old Yang's plan to hold a funeral for the old man of the Yang family, she did not openly oppose it.

On the one hand, this is something Old Yang wants to do very much, and he has his own ideas.

On the other hand, the dead are great.

Even if a dog or a cat dies on the side of the road, people will feel a little compassion and want to move them somewhere.

Dig a small pit and bury them with a few handfuls of soil.

Mother Earth gave birth to all creatures, and now that she is dead, it is better to burrow into the earth for peace.

What's more, the old man is a person, and, after all, he is also a person who has a blood relationship with everyone.

Helping him with the funeral can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

"Master, use the money to do it." Yang Ruoqing directly drew a bank note to Old Yang.

This is Yuncheng, and Old Yang wants to organize a funeral for the old man, so he has to invite Taoist priests.

And encoffining, buying coffins, and burial all require manpower.

In this foreign land, with no relatives, they can only use enough money to do things.

Old Yang looked at the bank note that Yang Ruoqing handed over, shook his head and said: "You don't need to subsidize it, this is what I want to take care of, so I should pay for it myself."

Yang Ruoqing knew about Old Yang's stubborn character, so she didn't insist anymore.

Yang Huazhong said: "Father, if you don't use Qinger's, then use mine."

Yang Huazhong also took out a bank note with a face value of one hundred taels, "This is the compensation that the old man gave us last time. This money is his coffin book. Now, I will use this coffin to take care of his funeral affairs." Bar."

Old Yang took the money.

"I'm thinking, should I find the nephews of my family and give them some money so that they can come and dress the old man in mourning."

"It's so lively and lively, what do you think?" Old Yang asked Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing what they meant.

A look of hesitation appeared on Yang Huazhong's face, and the old housekeeper stopped crying, while Yang Ruoqing directly refused.

"Although those people would certainly be willing to come over and dress the old man in mourning as long as they are given enough money, but,"

"If the old man is alive, he definitely doesn't want to, and he doesn't care to see those people who are crying on their faces but smiling in their hearts, come to be 'filial sons and grandsons'." She said.

Yang Huazhong said: "Well, I agree with what Qing'er said."

The old butler also nodded in agreement.

Old Yang said: "Okay, then do as you said, Qing'er is right, this last journey, don't let those hypocrites come to see you off, it's the old lady, and we are also."

The old housekeeper said: "It's a pity, the old man's whole life, in the end, there is not even a person who throws pots and holds portraits of him!"

This kind of thing is done by the eldest son. If the eldest son is gone, let the other sons do it.

The old man's son killed himself, and now he is on the run.

The eldest grandson died a few years ago, and now there is a granddaughter under his knees.

The only granddaughter was brought back to her mother's house by the Zhou family, and the master didn't show up.

Thinking of this, Lao Yang raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong, his expression was tangled, complicated, a little hard to say.

"Father, do you want me to be this filial son? To help uncle hold the portrait?" Yang Huazhong saw what Old Yang meant and asked directly.

Old Yang nodded, "If it wasn't for nothing, I wouldn't want you to come like this..."

Because, it's a little unlucky for Yang Huazhong to do these things before he's dead.

But thinking that this is his cousin after all, a cousin who is related by blood, Lao Yang's heart softened again.

Yang Huazhong said: "Father, if you think it's okay, I'll throw this pot. I'm a nephew, so nephews are okay too!"

Old Yang raised his hand and patted Yang Huazhong's shoulder, "Your uncle has a spirit in heaven and will protect you."

The matter is so decided.

The next step is to hold a funeral for the old man, and the place of the funeral is set in the small courtyard behind the Yang Mansion.

According to the customs in this area of ​​Yuncheng, a team of Taoist priests was invited to come over to do things.

Horn and suona, blowing and blowing.

Because the death came in a hurry, the old man's original coffin was made of very good wood.

It was prepared before the old man's [-]th birthday, and it was his final resting place after his death.

But last time the Yang Mansion went wrong, and in the chaos, the coffin that the old man carefully prepared for himself was stolen.

This time, in a hurry, Yang Huazhong went to the coffin shop and bought an ordinary coffin to make do with.

Because it was too hot, Yang Ruoqing proposed to burn the old man's body first before doing anything.

Otherwise, this burst of stench can make people faint.

Moreover, germs are emitted, causing these living people to suffer.

Old Yangtou discussed with the old housekeeper and agreed.

The mage was finally proceeding smoothly under the premise of not smelling bad. Yang Huazhong wore hemp and mourning, threw the basin, raised the soul-calling banner, and held the portrait...

Yang Huazhong braved the scorching heat and scorching heat, conscientiously playing the role of a filial son and a virtuous grandson.

There was no blasphemy, but a serious and sad face.

Yang Ruoqing felt distressed when she saw it.

As for Lao Yangtou, his face was full of relief.

The old man seemed to see that a hundred years later, when he returned to the west, the third son would definitely be like this.

Happiness is a comparison.

At this moment, Lao Yang felt a satisfaction that he had never felt in the past few decades.

At night, the ceremony continued, because the old man of the Yang family died in vain, so some special ceremonies were held.

So this night, everyone is staying up late.

After tonight's rituals are finished, the burial can begin tomorrow morning.

This night, in a certain unremarkable room in a certain Goulan courtyard listed to receive customers in a certain fireworks alley in Yuncheng.

Yang Wenxuan sat crookedly at the table, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a jug of wine in the other.

Take a bite of the chicken leg and take a sip of soju.

Then he grinned and giggled a few times, but tears welled up in his eyes again.

"Father, you drink..."

He lifted the jug in his hand and poured it on the ground in front of his feet.

"Father, drink, my unfilial son will treat you with a cup of wine. On the road to Huangquan, you are always... a good journey..."

Yang Wenxuan cried again as he poured water.

"Father, my son didn't intend to kill you. My son was angry for a while, and he missed it..."

"It's true that you said that you are just a son like me, and you didn't even give me your last coffin book,"

"I have nothing now. If you give me your last coffin book, maybe I can turn things around!"

"Don't blame me for this matter, I didn't intend to kill you, I really missed it for a while..." Yang Wenxuan cried again as he spoke.

He raised the wine jug in his hand and poured it into his mouth, gulping down.

When it was over, the jug fell to the ground and shattered.

Yang Wenxuan was already so drunk that he swayed and fell to the ground, sleeping soundly, unconscious.

(End of this chapter)