Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9252 Zhongyuan Festival
"Has anyone looked at the cemetery?" Old Yang asked.

When it came to the cemetery of his late second son, the old man looked depressed and his voice became much lower.

Tan Shi, who was eating fried rice balls with relish, suddenly felt that the delicious food in the bowl had lost its flavor.

When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, some things cannot be recalled. Once recalled, life would be worse than death.

So at this moment, the old couple are depressed, and even the atmosphere in this room has become depressing.

Yang Huazhong felt this atmosphere, but he couldn't change anything.

When people are gone, they are gone, not just a few words of comfort can bring them back to life.

So Yang Huazhong bit the bullet and continued to say: "Earth Immortals don't need to invite them specially. The fourth brother took Daoist Yuan to visit our old Yang's ancestral cemetery in the past two days, and he has already helped the second brother choose a piece of land. That piece of land is right next to the grave of the second sister-in-law!"

The second sister-in-law, Yang Shi, died of the plague that year.

At that time, the body could not be kept, so cremation was chosen at that time.

Because many corpses were burnt together, it was hard to tell who was who. In the end, the old Yang family picked up a couple of clothes worn by Yang when he was alive, and set up a clothes tomb to pay tribute to.

Yang Huazhong collected his memory, and then told Old Yang Tou about the other arrangements for this trip to the grave:

"The time for raising the grave has already been pinched, and it will be a moment in tomorrow's ugly time."

"The re-burial will be arranged after Yin time, not after Mao time, father, what do you think?"

Old Yang sat on the wheelchair, squinted his eyes, moved his fingers lightly, thought carefully in his heart, and then nodded.

"These hours, yes!"

"After a moment of ugliness, it is still dark, and there is no one outside at that moment, so it is suitable for graves."

"Yinshi was buried again, there was more than an hour in between, it's all right!"

With Old Yang's approval, both Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Tan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "Yongbai is coming back?"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I came back with a message, saying that I will be home this afternoon."

Yang Huaming said: "He must come back. We are going to relocate his father's grave. If he is a son, he won't come back. Isn't that filial?"

Old Yang also nodded.

Tan then asked: "Where is Lan girl? Did you send the message?"

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, and they were at a loss for words.

At this moment, Old Yangtou opened his mouth to help Yang Ruolan: "Girl Lan is in a special situation. The journey is long, and the two children are dragging her. It's inconvenient to go back and forth. It doesn't matter if she comes back or not. We don't force her to ask for it."

Yang Huaming added: "Father is right. During the holidays, Miss Lan will bring money and things back to honor your two elders. It's considered intentional. It doesn't matter if you can't come back this time. Second brother and second sister-in-law Quan Xia will not blame her. !"

Old Yang nodded, "Yes, as long as she lives well in Xiushui Town, your second sister-in-law can also rest in peace. After all, when they were alive, it was this girl Lan who hurt the most!"

Hearing old Yangtou defending Yang Ruolan's failure to return, Mrs. Tan didn't say anything else.

Yang Ruolan's situation is different from other married women. Changping Village is a sad place for her.

In this place, she transformed between hell and heaven. She completed the transformation from a vain girl to a woman, and the process was bloody.

Especially when she was abused by her stepmother Qian, Qian imprisoned Yang Ruolan in the small abandoned courtyard at the south end of the village, and secretly collected money from Wangsheng, making Yang Ruolan Wangsheng's plaything...

Although the matter was soon revealed and Yang Ruolan was rescued, the humiliation Yang Ruolan had to endure during the few nights when she was imprisoned and used as Wang Sheng's plaything was not only physical, but also spiritual.

The heaviness of it can only be understood by herself.

For a long time, even though she was rescued again, Yang Ruolan locked herself in the house because she couldn't bear the strange eyes and pointers from the villagers.

She has already regretted it, annoyed and blamed herself for what she did before, but there is no medicine for regret in this world!
Although everyone in the old Yang family took good care of her at that time, the one who really pulled her out of the shadows was Ah Hao!

That simple, honest, responsible young man from the southernmost village of Daqi, the village of Xiushui Town.

After the two of them got married, Ah Hao took Yang Ruolan to Xiushui Town, where they managed a restaurant and lived a good life.

This walk is more than ten years!
I haven't been back for more than ten years!

But the letters have never stopped, and the filial piety to my natal grandma has never been forgotten.

The pair of gold bracelets that Mrs. Tan secretly stuffed for Yang Huamei last time were exactly what Yang Ruolan bought for Mrs. Tan's birthday...

"Hey, the granddaughter of Lan Yatou, the journey is too far away, it is useless to have a granddaughter."

At the end, Tan sighed and said.

Old Yang looked at Mrs. Tan, he understood what Mrs. Tan meant, and the old man said, "It can't be called nothing, as long as she can live a good life, if she doesn't come back, she won't come back. Where is it?"

Although Mrs. Tan also understands this truth, but the old thoughts have been entrenched in her mind, "Then we will go west in the future, and as the eldest granddaughter of our old Yang family, she will not be able to come back to us in mourning." ?”

Old Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "You think too far, we are still alive, don't think so far."

Tan said: "After all, it happened like that. We are all at this age. I don't mind if I think about it!"

"Usually, I don't care if I don't come back for the holidays. Who made this place make her sad? Maybe many villagers still remember what happened back then."

"However, if she doesn't come back that day, it's really unjustifiable!"

Old Yangtou corrected Tan again: "People are dead, but rules are alive. If you really want to be so particular, then we will have to do the work of throwing pots and holding spirits in the future!"

When Old Yang mentioned the late Yang Hua'an, Tan suddenly lost his temper.

It is also a custom in this area for the eldest son to be a filial son to feed his parents, throw basins and hold spirits.

If the eldest son is unfortunately gone, then it will be postponed to the second son.

But Lao Yang's eldest son and second son are all gone, and the only one who will be the big dutiful son in the future will be the third son, Yang Huazhong.

Ordinary people can't bear the pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away once in a lifetime, let alone in Lao Yang's family, he has experienced it twice!
"What a crime!" Ms. Tan muttered in a low voice, and buried her head to wipe away her tears.

Old Yang also sighed deeply and did not continue this topic.

The old man turned his head up again and told Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming some ideas about moving the grave.

"...There are some taboos, you have to ask Daoist Yuan first, so you don't make mistakes in your busy schedule."

(End of this chapter)