Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3156 Anticorrosion (four more)
In summer, it is hot in itself, plus there are many people gathered in this mourning hall, and there are also a wave of people from the village who come to watch the fun.

As a result, the temperature became even higher, and with the uninterrupted burning of straw paper in the brazier, it was equivalent to setting a stove to warm up. Yang Ruoqing was sweating profusely soon after entering.

She looked at Ga Po who was lying upright on the door panel. Ga Po had already been put on a brand new shroud by her aunt and mother, with her head turned inward and her feet turned outward.

His face was covered with two pieces of yellow toilet paper, and above his head was a bowl filled with uncooked rice, with three sticks of incense stuck in the bowl.

The old lady's shroud was made of blue-black old cloth, and she also wore a pair of blue-black old cloth shoes on her feet.

The soles of the shoes are white, and a lotus flower is painted with cinnabar on the soles of both feet.

The old lady lay there quietly, as if she had fallen asleep, with her hands crossed over her heart, and each of her thin and haggard hands was holding a handful of toilet paper.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head away, not daring to look any further.

Not fear, but sadness.

The sadness that cannot be described in words, the empty heart, not knowing what to do.

It would be great if Tang Yazi was here, at a time like this, I really want to lean on his shoulder...

"Auntie, mother, the relatives and friends who are mourning the funeral are almost here, I suggest you two go back to the room and lie down for a while to rest your mind." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Leave the mourning hall to me and my eighth younger sister, Xiaojie, to guard it. Hurry up and go to sleep for a while. When you go to Sunjiagou, you really won't be able to sleep." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Da Sun shook her head, "I'm the eldest daughter, even if there are no guests to mourn, I can't leave."

"Besides, I'm in good health and I'm not sleepy. Let your mother go to sleep for a while." She said.

Mrs. Sun hurriedly said: "Sister, I'm not sleepy, I'll accompany you and my mother."

Mrs. Sun looked at Mrs. Sun distressedly, "Go to sleep for a while, you see that your face has no blood at all, you haven't eaten for two meals, and you haven't stopped crying, you should hurry up!"

Mrs. Sun still insisted not to go, and Mrs. Sun lost her temper immediately.

"Why? Mother is gone, so you don't listen to me as a sister?"

Sun was surprised.

Immediately, she burst into tears and hugged Da Sun, "Sister, we are motherless from now on..."

Da Sun also burst into tears, stroking Sun's back, "Don't be afraid, you still have a sister..."

The scene of the old sister hugging her head and crying stunned all the juniors nearby, and everyone wiped away their tears.

Finally, under the persuasion of everyone, Mrs. Sun had to go home and lie down for a while.

At most one hour at most, it is estimated that he woke up as soon as his eyelids closed, and then came back.

"Why did you come back so soon? Are you asleep?" Da Sun asked.

Sun smiled wryly: "My mind is in a mess. If you close your eyes, you are like a mother. You can't fall asleep at all, and you are disturbed while sleeping. Why don't you wake up."

"You, let me tell you what's good about you?" Mrs. Sun shook her head with a look of helplessness.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, just follow my mother. At this time, we would not be able to sleep, let alone my mother!"

"Okay!" Da Sun had no choice but to follow Sun.

In the mourning hall, except for Changsun Dajie who was burning paper money and Xiao An who was helping, all the other men went outside to work.

Tonight, when Chou Shi wanted to help Ling go back to Sunjiagou, Yang Huazhong and the others went to prepare the mule cart.

It is unrealistic to rely on manpower to pick up the coffin for driving the mountain road, unless the distance is not far.

Like going back to Sunjiagou, you have to climb over several mountain ridges, and you have to use a mule cart to pull it.

In this way, apart from Dajie and Xiaoan, the rest of the mourning hall are all women.

Big Sun, Sun, Yang Ruoqing, Huang Mao, Xiao Jie, Cao Bamei, Xiaohua and Xiaoduo sisters.

Osmanthus fragrans, Dayun, Yang Huamei, Zhao Liuer...

Those in the village who had friendship with the Sun family or Yang Huazhong's family also sent their wives to sit with them and comfort them.

Liu Shi, who likes to watch the fun the most, naturally has to go, and it was just dawn, when he went to Lao Yang's house to report the funeral, Liu Shi came over in a fart.

Even Mrs. Tan came over and sat for a while before, shedding a few tears.

Xiaoqin and Yuzhi are in charge of the kitchen. They cook for relatives and friends who come to help. If they don’t have enough food, they won’t have the strength to work, right?

Then Lao Suntou and Da Sun promised everyone that they would work together to get past the funeral of Mrs. Sun, and when they settled down, they would have to re-order a few tables of meals to thank everyone.

"Xiaojie, what's the matter with you, Xiaojie?"

After a while, Bamei Cao's frightened voice suddenly came from beside her.

I saw Xiaojie with a sallow complexion, leaning on Cao Bamei's shoulder, her eyes turned white, and she looked like she was about to faint.

"Oh, what's wrong with Xiaojie?" Mrs. Da Sun hurriedly came to Xiaojie's side and hugged Xiaojie in her arms.

"Mother, my chest is stuffy, I feel so uncomfortable..." Xiaojie said.

Da Sun was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, tears came out.

"Let me take a look!" Yang Ruoqing hurried over, and raised her hand to touch Xiaojie's forehead.

Then, he looked at Xiaojie's eyelids and tongue coating, "This is heatstroke, hurry up, take Xiaojie to a ventilated place over there."

Putting Xiaojie in the ventilated aisle, Yang Ruoqing said to everyone: "Everyone spread out, don't all gather around."

"Bamei, go get Xiaojie a bowl of water with salt and sugar, and let her drink."

"What should other people do, Xiaojie will leave it to me, and it will be fine in a while."

Da Sun was worried, but she couldn't be missing in the mourning hall, so she had to tell Yang Ruoqing a few more words, and asked Huang Mao to help take care of her, while she hurried to the mourning hall.

Yang Ruoqing was massaging Xiaojie's acupuncture points to help her recover faster.

"Could it be heatstroke, or something that collided?"

A voice entered Yang Ruoqing's ears.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, and saw that Mrs. Liu was poking her head and looking this way, her eyes were shining, and the fire of gossip was burning inside.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked towards her, but didn't stop her, Liu interpreted this as Yang Ruoqing's acquiescence to her.

So, Liu Shi licked her dry lips, and spoke with a mysterious face.

"When this person just passed away, I heard that the living soul was still at home. He watched the younger generation manage the funeral. Xiaojie is young and a girl. Her body is yin. Could it be..."

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Yang Ruoqing was immediately annoyed, and yelled at Mrs. Liu.

Then he raised his hand and pointed to the door over there: "The door is over there, get out!"

Mrs. Liu was also startled, she didn't expect Yang Ruoqing to be so furious.

She muttered with aggrieved face: "I don't mean anything malicious, that's what the old saying goes..."

"My lady-in-law just left, and now our whole family is in grief. If you want to watch the excitement, go elsewhere. If you want to stay here, shut your mouth tightly. Don't blame me for tearing your mouth if you talk about those weird words. !"

(End of this chapter)