Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5082 The Return
It will be three days later when Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun's trip to Sunjiagou came back again.

"Mother, haven't you and my father closed your eyes for the past few nights? I think your eyes are blood red."

Xiaoduo came up to meet her, seeing Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi's haggard and exhausted appearance, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

Yang Huazhong glanced at Mrs. Sun next to him: "I'm better. I took the time to catch up on sleep. Your mother basically didn't close her eyes in the past three days, and kept crying. She knelt and kowtowed like she was down, but she suffered."

Mrs. Sun shook her head: "This is not considered a crime. Uncle treats me well. I will send him off for the last time. No matter how tired I am, I should."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Uncle is alive in the sky, he will definitely feel your filial piety, don't say anything, let's get home, let's take a rest."

The couple sat down on the stools in the main room, and their whole body instantly felt limp.

Xiaoduo stood behind Sun and helped her pinch her shoulders, Xiaohua brought the soaked honey wolfberry water, "Mother, where is Feng'er?"

When they went to Sunjiagou for the funeral, they took Feng'er with them.

Sun smiled: "Followed Chen'er to the Luo family's courtyard next door. I asked him if he wanted to go home first. He shook his head and said he wanted to find Baobao and Jingling to play."

Xiaohua can't laugh or cry.

Xiaoduo joked: "This boy is probably a fake son."

Xiaohua nodded: "Very likely."

After a while, Wang Cuilian came over.

"Stop cooking at noon this afternoon, and go to my house for dinner. I'll cook, so don't worry about it." Wang Cuilian said as soon as she entered the door.

Sun stood up, flattered.

Wang Cuilian looked at Sun's eyes that were red from crying, and said distressedly: "The skin has really faded in the past few days, and the old man has finally been buried in the ground. You have a good rest, and I will send the children over to call when I go back for dinner." you."

Mrs. Sun said a few more words of gratitude before watching Wang Cuilian leave.

At home, Xiaoduo boiled a pot of hot water and found two sets of clean clothes, so that Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun could take a hot bath to get rid of the fatigue of the past few days.

Yang Huazhong couldn't bear it long after he didn't take a shower for three days. Hearing this, he quickly picked up his clothes and went to the backyard.

Mrs. Sun washes in Xiaoduo's room, while Yang Huazhong washes in his own room.

A screen was erected next to the bathtub, and Mrs. Sun was taking a bath, while sisters Xiaohua and Xiaoduo were talking with her on the other side of the screen, listening to her talk about the funeral in Sunjiagou.

"What you Dagagong like most in your life is the excitement. When you were young, you often went to the mountains to go to the market. Later, when you got older, your legs and feet were weak, and you came out less often."

"When he talked to us many times before, he mentioned that he had nothing to look forward to when he was alive, and that's all. We only hope that when he dies in the future, we can help make the funeral more lively and let him go with great vigor. .”

Xiaohua and Xiaoduo nodded frequently, "There are so many people here this time, the funeral should be quite lively, right?"

Sun said: "Compared to the families with many sons and grandchildren outside our mountain, they are not particularly lively, but in a small village like Sunjiagou, it is the most lively."

"Please mobilize people from a village to come and help. The juniors of the relatives who are relatives are performing ceremonies, and they wear sackcloth and mourning at the funeral. Many old people who watched the fun praised that the funeral was well done, anyway. We have no regrets in our hearts and we have done our best.”

Xiaohua Xiaoduo nodded again.

"By the way, mother, what about Cui'er's family? The three of them were the ones that Da Gagong couldn't let go of. Now that Da Gagong passed away, they should cry too?" Xiaohua asked.

When asked about this, Sun sighed.

"Crying is crying, but what's the use of it? When the old man is alive, he doesn't do his filial piety, let the old man worry and worry, and wait until the old man dies to cry to his heart. There is a bit of truth in it, a bit of fake, Only they know." Sun sighed, got out of the tub, wiped off the water beads on her body, and put on her clothes.

When Mrs. Sun put on her clothes and went outside, Xiaohua hurriedly brought a clean and fluffy big handkerchief to help Mrs. Sun wipe her hair.

Xiaoduo was busy packing Sun's changed clothes, and put them in a bamboo basket next to her, and later washed them together with Yang Huazhong's changed clothes.

Here, Sun went on to talk about the funeral, "We originally planned to invite Taoist priests to perform rituals. In the past two years in the mountain, we have believed in monks to perform rituals, so we not only invited Taoist priests, but Tweety's father also invited several bald monks. Come and knock on the wooden fish that stayed overnight."

"I don't know where those monks were invited. Some monks still eat wine and meat, hey!"

Both Xiaohua and Xiaoduo were stunned, and Xiaoduo said: "Aren't monks who drink and eat meat a fake monk? Inviting such a monk over is purely cheating money!"

Xiaohua said: "There is also a saying that wine and meat pass through the intestines. The Buddha kept it in his heart. Since he is a monk invited by Cui'er's father, no matter whether it is true or not, it is also his filial piety to Da Gagong. It's fine if you understand it."

Xiaoduo curled her lips, knowing that Xiaohua said this mainly to comfort Mrs. Sun.

Sure enough, Mrs. Sun also nodded: "In the final analysis, when people are alive, live well and don't treat yourself badly. After death, these posthumous affairs are all for the world to see. Whether it's true or not, it's fine as long as it makes sense."

"Mother, are Duke Ga and Auntie back?" Xiaohua asked again.

Sun said: "We came back first. Your aunt and uncle, Dajie and you Gagong are still in Sunjiagou. They said they will come back after your Dagagong finishes the first seven."

After drying her hair, Xiaoduo tidied up her dirty clothes, poured out the bath water, and Wang Cuilian came over again.

"We are preparing to go there, why are you so busy and come here in person again?" Sun and Wang Cuilian asked with a smile.

Wang Cuilian said: "It's okay, it's only a few steps away, so what, where is the third child?"

"Sister-in-law, I'm here. I'll bring brother Luo a jar of wine." Yang Huazhong's hearty voice came from the opposite warehouse.

Sun said to Wang Cuilian, "This wine was bought when Xiaoduo got married last year. My daughter is red."

Wang Cuilian took a look and said, "My blacksmith is good at this, and the youngest will do it."

Mrs. Sun laughed, and everyone came to Lao Luo's house together.

Sure enough, when Luo Tiejiang saw the daughter Hong brought by Yang Huazhong, his breath became short of breath, "This is a treasure. Last time Duo'er got married, I drank it once. To be honest, I have been thinking about it for a long time!"

Yang Huazhong smiled, and patted the jar: "The last jar, I didn't even want to take it out for dinner with the big guys at home a few times ago, this time we two have a good drink!"

Seeing this, several women nearby also laughed.

The dishes are served bowl by bowl, all of which are big fish and big meat, unambiguous and real dishes.

Yang Huazhong patted the clay off the wine jar, and the rich and mellow aroma of the wine wafted out, and the faces of everyone in the room were stained with blush.

After working hard for several days, I can finally feel comfortable and comfortable.

(End of this chapter)