Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3023 mourning (four more)
"Then we went over yesterday, and we saw each other for the last time." Old Yang said with a sigh.

Yang Huaming said: "I left during dinner last night. According to the customs in our area, I stay at home for a day today, and I will be encoffined tomorrow. I will become a master the next day, and I will carry it up the mountain for burial the next day."

"Then as my in-laws, I'm going to mourn the funeral the next day, right?" He asked again.

Old Yang nodded, "Yes, according to this day, I will go to the funeral the day after tomorrow."

Yang Huaming frowned, and said: "The funeral is in a hurry before the marriage, what a fucking bad luck!"

"I knew it was like this, I should have been so cruel and refused to agree to this marriage, hey!"

Hearing Yang Huaming's words, Yang Huazhong frowned.

"Fourth, you can't say that. If there is a choice, why would Chen Biao's father be willing to die? It would be great to see his sons get married and start a career!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Besides, it's the fate of the two children that made you in-laws. I don't want to say anything. The deceased is the greatest, and it's for the sake of the children. Let's take care of it!" he said again.

Yang Huaming looked helpless, "Hey, this is the only way to go."

"Well, father, third brother, I have never organized a funeral by myself before. When my father-in-law died, I was just married, so I didn't understand anything."

"Our old Yang's family didn't separate at that time, and the funeral was also arranged by you, father."

"How to give and how much to give now, I don't have a clue in my mind, I need you to help me make up my mind!" Yang Huaming said.

Old Yang said: "Don't worry about this, your father and I are not confused, as long as you prepare the money, I will take care of the rest."

Yang Huaming scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Well, dad, you can think about it for me a little bit when you're thinking about what to do. I really don't have a lot of cash left..."

Old Yang gave Yang Huaming an angry look, "Why do you have so many things to do? It will come out soon."

"Even if you don't have any more money, you can borrow it. We have to deliver the funeral standard, otherwise it will make people laugh!" said the old man.

Yang Huaming smiled in embarrassment, "Okay, let's think about it first, what should I give, I can add up..."

……

"Has everyone arrived? Has everything been taken? Nothing was missed, right?"

On the main road of Yang Huazhong's house, gongs and drums were played, wreaths were held, long pennies were carried, and firecrackers were rolled up on the pennies.

Others carried bundles of old cloth, rice, incense paper and incense candles with a load.

Among these people, there are men and women, most of them are members of Lao Yang's family, and some are Chang Geng Da Niu and others.

"Father, give me these baskets, and I'll put them in the carriage together."

Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huazhong, took the basket containing funeral objects from him, and put it on the carriage behind.

The large army set off, Yang Huaming took the lead, and everyone walked towards Qingshui Town together.

"Qing'er, this is not the alley where we go to Chen Biao's house, where are we going?"

In the carriage, Yang Yongxian looked at the scenery outside and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Father Chen Biao came out to do errands when he was young, and later he bought a house in that alley in the town, which is the small courtyard we visited last time."

"But Chen Biao's grandparents, and relatives from generation to generation all live in Chenjia Village, east of Qingshui Town."

"There is the ancestral ancestral hall there. Father Chen Biao left, so he will naturally be sent back to Chenjia Village, and then he will go to the ancestral ancestral hall to practice things." Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Yongxian nodded, understood.

"Chen Biao's grandparents must have passed away too? Are there any relatives in Chenjiacun?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I really haven't asked Chen Biao about this, but Chef Zhou and Chen Biao are cousins."

"Back then, Ju'er fell in love with Chen Biao. I asked Chef Zhou about it. Chef Zhou said that Chen Biao's grandparents had passed away a long time ago."

"Chen Biao's father is the only son in the family. He has three older sisters. The eldest sister and the third sister are both dead. The second sister is still mentally retarded. She has been married far, far away, and probably doesn't move around much."

"As for other cousins ​​and cousins, let's just do that, whether they are close or not, otherwise, during the two days when Chen Biao's father was hospitalized in the county, Chen Biao would not have been alone at the bedside. At most, Uncle Chen Biao came over."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Yongxian let out a long sigh.

Suddenly, I realized in my heart how happy I am, having a grandma, who loves his eldest grandson the most.

There is a mother, although the mother is a deaf-mute person, and she will fall ill every spring, but in other seasons, the mother is still good and protects him.

There are also three brothers, except for the fourth brother who is a bit born, the second brother and the third brother are really nothing to talk about.

He was sick in bed a few days ago, and he was taken care of by his third brother and younger siblings. In addition, the three uncles in the family also took good care of him, especially the third uncle, who treated him like a son.

Happiness is really comparable.

Thinking that there are so many relatives around him who are caring about and protecting him, Yang Yongxian suddenly felt that some of the dark clouds that had been lingering in his heart because of Li Xiuxin a while ago disappeared in an instant.

Chen Village.

The old Yang family and his party came to Chenjia Village in a mighty manner.

Chenjia Village is not as big as Changping Village, and the entrance of the village has a similar layout as Changping Village, which is also a pond.

However, compared with the big pond in Changping Village, the pond at the gate of Chenjia Village looks like a crescent moon, so everyone calls it Moon Pond.

On the other side of Yuetang is the ancestral hall of Chenjia Village.

The funeral procession stopped at the side of Yuetang, and Yang Ruoqing and Yang Yongxian also got off the carriage and prepared to walk there.

The gong and drum team brought over began to blow together, and the firecrackers began to be fired.

Yang Ruoqing was carrying a basket, and looked up at the front of the ancestral hall of Chenjia Village, and saw three lonely people in filial piety kneeling at the door.

The one in the middle is Chen Biao, and the two on the side are obviously two children.

Other than that, there are no other people in mourning.

Hey, this is really withered and cold!

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, and followed the funeral procession towards the ancestral hall.

At the entrance of the ancestral hall, there were also a few scattered people standing there to greet them, probably relatives of the Chen family.

Lazy look.

But when they saw clearly that there was a large wave of mourners here, they seemed a little surprised.

Someone with sharp eyes who knew Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing hurriedly told others.

Those lazy people immediately cheered up, those who set off firecrackers, those who beat gongs and drums, and those who came forward to pick up things...

Here, Chen Biao and the other three knelt on the ground, buried Chen Biao's head deeply on the ground, and kowtowed to Lao Yang and the others.

I am grateful to them for coming to pay tribute to the funeral, to send his father off for the last time, and to support the occasion.

"Good boy, it's hard for you, get up, get up!"

Yang Huaming walked in the front as his future father-in-law. He came forward and leaned over to pull Chen Biao up, speaking comforting words.

Chen Biao's eyes were red, he looked at Yang Huaming, and at the old Yangtou and Yang Ruoqing beside him, his heart, which had been in a state of anxiety for several days, suddenly seemed to have found its backbone.

(End of this chapter)