Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3159 Sunjiagou (three more)

Considering the relationship between the time and the temperature, although Yang Ruoqing provided ice cubes, at the same time, she also took out the spices that she had treasured for a long time.

They were put together in Gapo's coffin. These spices have a certain antiseptic effect. In such a hot weather, they can more or less delay the decay of the corpse for a few days, so that the mage can complete it smoothly and satisfactorily.

"Qing'er, you spent a lot of money on this trip to the coffin of your mother-in-law. I heard that those spices were all paid tribute to the emperor, and they are priceless..."

After the coffin was finished, Old Suntou and Yang Ruoqing said in a low voice, the old man's eyes were full of gratitude.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This is the last thing I can do for Granny, and it should be."

The old grandson nodded, "You are so sensible and filial, and your Gapo will be very pleased to be alive. She will also bless Tang Yazi and Da'an to be safe and sound outside."

Mentioning Tangyazi and Da'an, Yang Ruoqing felt a little guilty.

"Ga Po passed away, neither of them could make it back to send Ga Po off for the last time..."

The old grandson waved his hand: "We can all understand the turmoil outside here, and you Gapo is the same. Besides, Da'an and Tangyazi are filial juniors. When you were alive, you Gapo told me about them. , it's all praise..."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "There are always many unsatisfactory things in the world. I can only wait for them to go home in the future, and then go to Ga Po's grave to burn incense and kowtow..."

I can't say any more, and the tears came out again.

The old grandson raised his hand and stroked his granddaughter's forehead, "Stop crying, your granny has suffered from that suffering disease, and now she is free and doesn't have to suffer, which is also a good thing for her."

Yang Ruoqing nodded with tears in her eyes, the matter has come to an end, the dead are dead, and the living can only comfort themselves in this way.

Because, those who have left have left, and those who are alive have to continue to live.

In the middle of the night, when it was almost Choushi, the coffin containing Mrs. Sun was carried onto the mule cart parked at the gate of the yard.

At this time, the entire Sun family, the house, and the yard were all covered with white lanterns.

People who came to help came in and out. Blacksmith Luo held a rooster with its throat cut in his hand and walked ahead with a lantern.

Behind Blacksmith Luo was Sun Dajie, the eldest son of the Sun family.

Dajie held Granny Sun's coffin and lowered his head, and followed Blacksmith Luo step by step.

Afterwards, there was the coffin pulled by a mule cart. Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin, uncle and nephew, were driving the cart.

Behind the mule cart were the family members of the Sun family and the Sun family, Yang Ruoqing, Cao Bamei, and Xiaojie, who were all in mourning, crying until they were in tears.

Behind the female family members are Yang Huazhong, Wang Hongquan, Yang Yongzhi and other men. They carry incense paper firecrackers on their shoulders and hands, as well as the clothes, shoes and socks that Mrs. Sun wore in front of her, and other daily necessities.

According to the custom in the area of ​​Mianniu Mountain, after a person dies, if the younger generations are willing, they can leave a few symbolic things as memories in the future, and burn the other things together, saying that they are to be taken away by the deceased. Go there and use it.

So Yang Huazhong and the others carried big and small bags, and a group of people walked towards the Mianniu Mountain behind Changping Village.

It was late at night, and most people in the village were asleep.

But they had heard the wind in advance, and found out which road in the village passed by Mrs. Sun's coffin. Therefore, the doors and windows of every house on that road were hung with sieves.

All the households have reached a consensus, believing that the fine and dense mesh of the sieve has great supernatural powers, which can block the invasion of evil spirits, similar to door gods.

The group passed through the village, entered the willow forest, and then began to climb over the mountains.

There are wild beasts in the mountains, but the big guys are not afraid because of the number of people.

Yang Yongjin and several strong men went ahead to open the way, setting off firecrackers at intervals to drive away the beasts.

Yang Huazhong and the others in the back all had hatchets hanging from their waists, escorting them all the way.

Protected in the middle is the coffin of Mrs. Sun and the female family members who are staggering behind the coffin.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua supported Mrs. Sun from left to right.

Xiaojie and Cao Bamei supported Dasun, while Xiaoduo held a lantern in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing heard that Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were crying all the way, "My good mother, my dear mother, don't be afraid of the darkness in the mountains, we will take you back to the village..."

These words stopped in the ears, really tortured the heart.

Yang Ruoqing looked up at the black lacquered coffin on the mule cart in front of her, and bit her lips tightly.

Since Gapo's family moved out of Sunjiagou seven or eight years ago, Gapo went back to Sunjiagou once during the period. That was the year when Dajie passed the examination as a scholar, and the Sun family went back to Sunjiagou to hold a banquet.

So far, three or four years have passed. I never expected to go back to Sunjiagou again. In this way, it is really good luck and tricks, the world is unpredictable!

The mountain road is winding and long, as if there is no end, Yang Ruoqing also muttered silently in her heart: Don't be afraid, Granny, Qinger will take you back to Sunjiagou...

From midnight to dawn, when the sun slowly rose from the mountain in the east, Yang Ruoqing and his party had already reached the cliff opposite Sunjiagou.

Across a cliff, you can see from a distance the gate of the opposite Sunjiagou village. White flags have already been set up, and the uncle and a group of relatives and friends of the Sun family have already been waiting at the village entrance.

Seeing the mighty funeral procession coming here, the gongs and drums at the entrance of the village were noisy, the firecrackers were firing, and the crying was loud.

The cry came from afar, and when the Dasun family and the Sun family heard it, their grief was touched again, and it was out of control.

So, when the two teams met at the entrance of the village, the women hugged their heads and cried together, and there was a circle of crying women and men lying beside the coffin.

"Good aunt, why did you go, my God, good man..."

"Dear aunt, my dear aunt, my mother died when I was young, and you are the one who gives me shoes every year and festival, you are my real mother..."

Throughout the whole day, above Sunjiagou, the air was filled with an overwhelming sadness, as if the sky was falling down.

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In a corner of the ancestral hall, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei sat quietly beside the coffin.

Xiaojie came from there, came to them and sat down angrily.

"It's fake, it's all fake, and there's no sincerity in each of them!" Xiaojie muttered, with a displeased expression on her face.

"What's the matter, Xiaojie? Who are you fighting with?" Cao Bamei asked.

Xiaojie said: "Who else can be, naturally those women who call my grandma to be an aunt and a kissing aunt!"

"What's the matter with them?" Bamei Cao asked again.

Xiaojie pursed her lips and said, "Before, I lay beside my grandma's coffin and cried to death. Just now when I came over from the old house, I saw them cooking in the kitchen, chatting and frying meatballs Put it in your mouth, that's a joy!"

Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, and there was no surprise in their eyes.

Yang Ruoqing looked around vigilantly, it was noon at this time, only a few of their juniors were left in the ancestral hall to guard Granny's coffin, and everyone else went back to the old house.

Niang and Gagong also went, because they wanted to entertain those who came to mourn.

"No one, just us, Bamei, you can have a good talk with Xiaojie." Yang Ruoqing looked away and said to Bamei Cao.

(End of this chapter)