Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3024 Watch the fun (one more)
The basket in Yang Ruoqing's hand was quickly picked up by the people from the Chen family, and some people in the surrounding crowd were heard whispering.

"Isn't this from the old Yang's family in Changping Village? The girl Qing'er who opened a big restaurant in the town and runs a transportation team and a herbal collection team is also here!"

"Chen Biao works in Miss Qing'er's restaurant, why did the owner bring a team over to mourn the funeral?"

"Miss Qing'er mourning the funeral, you don't know, do you? Old Yang's family is married to Lao Chen's family, and they are here as relatives to mourn the funeral!"

"What? Did I hear correctly? Who is it with the old Chen family?"

"It's Chen Biao. I heard that Chen Biao has a marriage contract with a girl from the fourth room of Lao Yang's family. That girl is Miss Qing'er's cousin, and she is also the red line drawn by Miss Qing'er..."

"No wonder!"

"Oh, Chen Biao is a little bit of a kid, working as a waiter in a restaurant, he even hooked up with the owner's cousin..."

"What do you mean hooked up? You should speak more politely, young men and women are like-minded..."

"Oh, you're so polite, you're so sour, why don't you go for the No. [-] examination because you're so elegant?"

"Not to mention, the No. [-] Scholar of this subject came from Lao Yang's family in Changping Village, Qingshui Town, and he is the younger brother of Miss Qing'er!"

"Really?"

"I lied to you to kill my whole family. When the number one scholar returned home in February, the whole Qingshui Town was blown up."

"The No. [-] Scholar's family is extravagant and generous. They invited the theater troupe from Liujia Village to sing a big play for three days."

"All the stalls in Qingshui Town who are deep-fried fried dough sticks and twisted doughnuts have been invited. All the men, women and children who are watching the theater can eat the deep-fried dough sticks twisted dough whatever they want, and they will be full!"

"There is such a thing. My family has a relative in Changping Village who came to pick us up and go to the theater. In those three days, I was almost killed by fried dough sticks..."

"..."

With these voices in her ears all the time, Yang Ruoqing secretly curled her lips.

I have been doing business for so many years, and I have accumulated so much wealth.

The sensation of Tang Yazi was in the court and in awe of the southern barbarians and the enemy troops of the Black Lotus Sect.

For these comfortable common people in the rear, they seem to pay little attention to a general.

But Da'an was different, almost the whole Daqi knew about his winning the first prize.

Really answered that sentence, no one asked after ten years of hard work, and became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

Everything is inferior, only reading is high!
As everyone entered the mourning hall together, the layout of the mourning hall was also very simple.

A large Chinese character "Dian" is hung on the white curtain, and behind the curtain is a black coffin, with tung oil lamps lit at the four corners of the coffin.

The head and tail of the coffin were raised high, and there were charms on yellow paper on it.

With a white flower on her head, Chen Biaoniang knelt beside the coffin, burning paper money in the brazier, sobbing and crying.

There was a woman beside him, probably Chen Biao's aunt or something.

In addition, there are three or two who came to help. In short, it is right to be cold and thin.

But the influx of so many people from Lao Yang's family immediately broke the coldness of the mourning hall.

The woman who was accompanying Chen Biaoniang was a little surprised when she saw this large army coming in, and hurriedly said to Chen Biaoniang: "Eldest sister, look quickly, Lao Yang's family is coming!"

When Chen Biaoniang saw Lao Yangtou and the others, she rushed towards this side as if she had met the backbone, knelt down, kowtowed, and wailed at the mainland.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing and Liu Shi, the female relatives who followed in the team, hurried forward and supported Chen Biaoniang from left to right.

After all, Yang Ruoqing was young, so she didn't know how to persuade her in this situation. To put it mildly, any words would be powerless in this situation.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing could only cry along with her.

Everyone sat in the mourning hall for a while, sighed for a while, and helped arrange the things they brought.

Paper-made sedan horses, paper-made houses and courtyards, a string of wreaths, and elegiac couplets written by Zhuangyuan Lang Daan himself...

The whole Chen family village came to the mourning hall to watch the excitement, and the mourning hall was no longer deserted.

Adults, children ran around, especially some old ladies, even brought ponytails from home and sat there solemnly watching the fun.

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

In her concept, it is correct to let the deceased leave quietly.

But the customs here run in the opposite direction. Everyone feels that when people leave, they must be lively and lively, beating gongs and drums.

And the more people in the family wear mourning clothes, the more people cry, the more people come to pay their respects, and the long street of funeral banquets, the more it proves that the deceased was a blessed person with a house full of children and grandchildren.

Moreover, many elderly people are very envious of this lively scene, and want to leave with such vigor and vigor when they leave.

That's why a new term came up, 'watching the fun'.

Everyone likes to be lively, but is afraid of being alone.

……

After a simple funeral banquet in Chen's family, Ju'er was left there to observe the filial piety for Chen Biao's father, and the rest of Lao Yang's family came back.

"We haven't gotten married yet, so we went to send the funeral, and our daughter ran to wear sackcloth and filial piety. We can be regarded as the first family in the village."

On the way back, Yang Huaming said helplessly.

Old Yang said: "There is no way, this will make the girl grow up and be out of control. You do all this for Ju'er, Ju'er will understand."

Yang Huaming said: "It's really for that dead girl, I don't want anything else, I just hope that after she gets married with Chen Biao, she will be able to properly support this family and take care of us old people!"

Old Yang said: "Yes, I will. Chen Biao is also a good boy, I can tell."

As soon as Chen Biao's father's first seven days passed, Yang Huaming's side began to act again.

This time, a matchmaker was sent to the door to let Chen Biao and Ju'er get married quickly while the filial piety was hot, otherwise, it would be difficult to wait for two to three years of filial piety.

As one of the matchmakers, Yang Ruoqing came to Old Chen's house with Uncle Chang Geng and Uncle Daniu.

All the things and supplies of Chen Biao's father in Chen Biao's house were burned on the mountain.

The place where the bed used to be placed was also vacant, and the whole house and yard looked empty.

Chen Biao and Chen Biaoniang lost weight several times, especially his mother, who looked as if she was more than ten years old.

However, since it was a good day for Chen Biao and Ju'er, the woman still held on, took off the white flowers on her head, and went in and out to prepare meals for the matchmakers at noon.

Chen Biao's uncle and aunt, and the two cousins ​​who were wearing sackcloth and mourning with him that day also came to his house, running in and out to help carry melon seeds and so on.

Aunt Chen Biao went to the kitchen to help his mother cook, while Uncle Chen Biao greeted the matchmakers in the main room, serving tea and water and chatting.

Chen Biao walked over to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Sister Qing'er, can you come to the yard? I have something to tell you."

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, put the melon seeds in her hand back on the table, got up and walked to the yard with him.

After finding a relatively secluded corner and standing still, Chen Biao took out something from behind and put it in front of Yang Ruoqing with both hands.

(End of this chapter)