Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4038
"That's right, I heard that Zi Chuan was not happy about this marriage at first..." A woman spoke first.

But then it was interrupted by another woman: "How do you know that Zichuan is not happy? You are not the roundworm in his stomach."

At first the woman said: "If Zi Chuan was really happy with this marriage, he wouldn't have gone to Changhuai Prefecture a few days ago."

"Also, Zi Chuan is 30 years old. The marriage has been delayed again and again, and he pretends to be someone in his heart. He pretends to be that person but can't get it. That's why he has never cared about his marriage!"

"That person, I don't need to say, you should all know who it is?"

Several women looked at each other in blank dismay. At this moment, Mrs. Liu, who was provoking this at the beginning, quickly lowered her face, and said, "Shut up, my Qing'er, are you still talking about me? Qing'er's ears are so sensitive. It will be heard later, incredible!"

Liu, who likes gossip the most, was the first to jump out to intercept the mouths of the others, and even glanced nervously at the old Mu's courtyard behind him.

She dared to chew on anyone's gossip, but Qing'er's, Liu Shi absolutely did not dare.

And the other women quickly closed their mouths. Yang Ruoqing didn't want to offend her, and she didn't dare to offend her. Everyone started chatting about the funeral of Lao Mu's family...

Yang Ruoqing didn't have such long ears, so she couldn't hear the noise outside. Even if she had such long ears, she couldn't distract herself from listening to those gossips at the moment.

Because, as the adopted daughter of Zichuan's mother, she was assisting Muzichuan in organizing the funeral.

In the west room, several older women, Mrs. Sun and Wang Cuilian, have already entered.

The first thing the big guy did was to quickly come up and remove the curtains on Zi Chuan Niang's bed, and then pull the pillow under Zi Chuan Niang's head.

"Third Aunt, why did you take away my mother's pillow? My mother never slept well before she was alive. Without a pillow, it is absolutely impossible!" Mu Zichuan stood aside, asking a little puzzled.

Mrs. Sun froze for a moment, and then said in a low voice: "This is a custom in our Mianniu Mountain area. After a person dies, she is not allowed to see her own toes. This is not good for her, and it is not good for her descendants. .”

At this moment, Wang Cuilian went over and gently took off a pair of socks from Niang Zichuan, and put them together with the pillow and handed them to Mu Zichuan.

"This is again...?" Mu Zichuan was even more confused.

Sun said again: "This is also a custom in our area. Put socks and pillows on the roof, and your mother will ascend to the sky to become a fairy, instead of going to the ground to suffer..."

Having said this, Mu Zichuan understood.

He nodded with coaxing eyes, stretched out his hands to take the pillow and socks his mother had used before, hugged them in his arms, turned and left the room.

Seeing his leaving back, Sun and Wang Cuilian were distressed, and Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Let's move on," Sun said.

"Qing'er, you are the adopted daughter of your godmother, go and get a clay basin for burning papyrus later."

"In addition, there are incense candles, raw rice, firecrackers, you can get these things. I will ask Zichuan to dismantle the door panels later..."

As Li Zheng and Yang Ruoqing's father, Yang Huazhong would naturally come to help both public and private.

A few respected elders in the village sat in the main room, and invited an old lady from Lijia Village behind who specializes in funeral arrangements to preside over the overall situation.

Those who remove door panels, those who light incense candles, those who find tailors to sew filial piety clothes, those who contact Taoist priests, and those who report funerals to relatives and friends...

With the help of the big guys, the preparations were methodical.

When Mu Zichuan's uncle's house came to mourn the funeral, Zichuan's mother had already changed into a shroud, moved from the bed to the door and lay down.

The mourning hall was built in the main room, and all the objects related to the red festival that had been prepared for the wedding were moved to other rooms and locked up.

In the vacated main room, a white curtain was drawn in the middle, and a large and conspicuous Chinese character 'Dian' was written in black ink on the white cloth.

This is the elegiac couplet, behind the elegiac couplet is the coffin, but because Zi Chuanniang died less than 24 hours ago, the coffin is now empty.

The body is still in the West Room where Zi Chuan Niang is.

There was a door panel in front of Xiwu's bed, and Zi Chuanniang was lying on it, with her hands crossed on her chest, holding a handful of incense paper between her hands.

Two layers of incense paper covered her face, and on the ground above her head was the earthen basin that Yang Ruoqing had found earlier.

Mu Zichuan, who had already changed into sackcloth and filial piety, knelt there and was burning paper money in a clay basin.

Yang Ruoqing also asked people to pick up Luo Baobao from the school. At the moment, the mother and daughter were both in filial piety. Yang Ruoqing took Luo Baobao and asked her to kowtow to Zi Chuanniang, a 'dry lady'.

When it was over, let her sit obediently by the side, with Wang Cuilian beside her, Mrs. Sun and the others accompanying her.

Then, Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mu Zichuan who was burning paper money. Mu Zichuan had been in a trance for most of the day, immersed in the world of sadness and couldn't get out.

Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly, but got up and walked towards him.

Before he had time to say a few words to comfort him, a woman's mournful cry came from the yard outside the house.

"It should be your uncle and aunt who are here, you should get up quickly to greet him." Yang Ruoqing quickly reminded him.

Just now Mu Zichuan raised his head, his eyes were red and swollen like peaches, he got up a little stiffly, but almost fell down.

Both Sun and Wang Cuilian were taken aback. If they fell from his angle, they would definitely hit the door, and accidentally knock Zi Chuanniang's body to the ground, it would be bad...

Fortunately, Yang Ruoqing had quick eyesight and quick hands, so she supported him in one go.

"Zi Chuan, I know you feel sad, and I feel bad too." Yang Ruoqing said in a deep voice.

"But the godmother has already left. Right now, you have to turn your grief into strength. Why don't you go through the funeral of the godmother first, so that her old man can reach bliss early!"

Hearing her consolation, and seeing her pretty in white clothes, with tears on her face,

Mu Zichuan's heart suddenly moved, in a trance, as if she was his daughter-in-law and Luo Baobao was his daughter.

Their mother and daughter accompany him through this difficult time of losing his mother...

"I'll pick up uncle and the others." Mu Zichuan said in a hoarse voice, trying to stand still and walking towards the door.

Soon, Mu Zichuan's two aunts, two cousins, and cousin Liu Doukou all rushed into the Westinghouse crying.

Five women surrounded the door and wept loudly.

Muzichuan's two aunts beat the edge of the door panel while crying, "My good sister, why did you leave like this, ouch, I can't bear you, my good sister, dear sister..."

(End of this chapter)