Siheyuan: Domineering life

About an hour later, the door of the wing room opened and Luo Xiaojun came in, followed by a nanny.

They were all wearing mourning clothes and holding trays in their hands.

"Uncle Master."

Luo Xiaojun called out softly.

Yang Jun was leaning on the bed, thinking about his mother's funeral. When he heard the call, he looked up at him.

"Oh, I know."

Yang Jun stood up.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun waved his hand, and someone immediately came forward to put mourning clothes on Yang Jun.

Yangmei and the others did it themselves and quickly put on their mourning clothes.

As a filial son of the Yang family, Yang Jun was dressed differently from his three younger sisters. In addition to mourning clothes, he also wore a linen coat on the outside and tied a hemp rope on his head.

"Master, the funeral hall has been set up. You can invite Master's grandmother over."

After changing Yang Jun into mourning clothes, Luo Xiaojun whispered.

"it is good."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

Afterwards, Luo Xiaojun opened the door of the compartment, and four guards immediately came in carrying a single bed.

The guards placed the bed next to Wang Yuying. Just as they were about to lift Wang Yuying, they were stopped by Yang Jun.

"and many more."

Yang Jun looked back at his three sisters and said, "Let's do it ourselves."

"Okay, big brother." The three said in unison.

Afterwards, the four brothers and sisters began to carefully move their mother's body and placed it on the prepared single bed.

The mother's body was so light that the four siblings could move her with almost no effort.

"Wow!"

Yang Liu suddenly burst into tears.

"I didn't expect mom to be this thin, woooo!"

When everyone heard this, their noses felt sore and they couldn't help crying.

The four siblings blamed themselves and secretly blamed themselves for not being filial enough to their mother when she was alive.

"Okay, stop crying. We left peacefully because we didn't want to blame ourselves." Yang Jun said, "Be strong and send our mother off for the last time."

After hearing this, Yangmei and the others choked up with sobs.

Afterwards, Yang Jun and his two siblings carried their mother to the main hall of the ancestral hall.

The main hall has been decorated. The ancestral tablet placed in the middle has been moved aside. On the wall behind is a large word "甸", which is dazzling in white. White silk is hung all around, and the whole room looks like a white ocean.

My mother was placed in the middle of the hall, with her head facing outwards. She was wearing the shroud that had already been prepared for her. She looked extremely peaceful, and there was no sign of the pain she was feeling before her death.

The bed was surrounded by a white carpet covered with straw or something, and Yang Jun and his four siblings sat around their mother.

There is a folk custom that after an old person passes away, his or her children have to lie on the grass and keep vigil for five days, as a way of repaying their mother for the pain of pregnancy and raising them.

Yang Jun knelt there with a brazier in front of him and began to burn paper money for his mother.

The funeral customs are based on those in his hometown in Shanxi, which are somewhat different from those in Yanjing, and seem a bit alternative, but Yang Jun doesn't care. He thinks that as long as his mother can pass away peacefully, anything is fine.

At this moment, he was immersed in sadness and felt very guilty. He secretly blamed himself for being too careless and not being able to spend more time with his mother. He tried hard to recall the last time he saw his mother and the conversation between them. The more he recalled, the more vague his memory became, and he even forgot it later.

The snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and soon it covered the entire ground.

But you can still see busy figures outside, Luo Xiaojun is leading a group of people preparing for the funeral.

At this time, Liu Zhi, Dai Yuhe and others also arrived, followed by Yang Jun's goddaughters and godsons who also rushed over after hearing the news. Ma Juzi Yang Anguo and others also came. The yard was full of people and was in chaos for a while.

I don't know who shouted, but the yard suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Liu Zhi and Dai Yuhe came in. They walked to the mourning hall, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, then quietly retreated.

Next came Yang Jun’s relatives. Yang Anguo and Yang Anbang knelt down from a distance and then crawled on their knees.

"Auntie, my nephew is late."

The two men howled, then burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Auntie."

Watching the two of them crying endlessly, Yang Jun looked up at Luo Xiaojun.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun walked over immediately.

"Uncle Yang, get up quickly, don't hurt yourself."

Afterwards, with the help of Luo Xiaojun, the two were carried aside.

Then it was Shitou, Banggeng, Sun Zhaodi, and Wang Xiaoxiao's turn to pay their respects. They were also extremely sad and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

It lasted about half an hour until everyone finished the worship.

Everyone crowded under the eaves to avoid the snow. No one spoke. They just stood there quietly.

Seeing that the snow outside was getting heavier and the weather was getting colder, Yang Jun called Luo Xiaojun over.

"Let everyone go back and come back tomorrow. There's no need to stay tonight."

"Yes, uncle."

Afterwards, Luo Xiaojun stood up and greeted everyone.

At first everyone was reluctant to leave, but when they saw Yang Jun waving at them, they left.

Soon, there were fewer people in the yard, but there were still some who stayed, such as Yang Anbang and Ma Juzi, Liu Zhi and Dai Yuhe, as well as several of Yang Jun's godsons.

Now that the elders in the family are gone, as the younger generations they must stay behind to keep watch.

Women can go back, but men must stay.

Yang Jun didn't say anything else, just waved his hand and asked them to find a place to sit down.

The hall is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people at the same time, and everyone doesn't feel cold even when crowded together.

Afterwards, Yang Jun asked someone to close the door of the hall and turn on the air conditioner, and the hall was no longer so cold.

At this time, Yang Anguo, Yang Anbang and several others were sitting around Yang Jun.
Yang Anbang first added a few pieces of paper money into the brazier, then whispered, "Brother, how did Auntie die? Why was it so sudden?"

"Get ill."

After hearing this, Yang Jun just replied indifferently.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't want to talk much, Yang Anbang didn't ask any further questions.

"Auntie is usually in good health, why did it happen so suddenly?"

"Yes, Auntie was in good health, so how could she get sick?" Yang Anguo agreed.

Shi Tou and the others were also sighing, but they didn't interrupt. They just knelt there and listened quietly.

"I have already notified my hometown, and I think people will be coming tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Yang Anbang said.

"Well, thank you for your help." Yang Jun.

"Brother, we are family, you are welcome."

After a slight pause, Yang Anbang continued, "Brother, you are a filial son and cannot leave the mourning hall. If there is anything you need to do, just tell me and I will do it well."

"I don't know much about funeral matters. You can discuss it with Xiaojun later." Yang Jun said.

"Okay, I know."

Afterwards, several people sat there to discuss the aftermath.

Basically, they were the ones who discussed and Yang Jun was the one who listened. He only spoke when he was needed to make a decision.

Luo Xiaojun and Yang Anguo discussed the funeral arrangements. After making each decision, they would look at Yang Jun. Seeing that Yang Jun had no objection, they would finalize the matter.

Time passed by unknowingly, and in the blink of an eye it was already the second half of the night.

At this time, everyone was in the mourning hall, and suddenly, the door of the ancestral hall creaked open.

Sun Zhaocai walked in with the stride of a tiger.

He said nothing and nodded at Yang Jun.

"Let him in." Yang Jun sighed.

Sun Zhaocai nodded, then walked to the hall door and gestured.

Then, a figure walked in.

As soon as this person entered the mourning hall, everyone except Yang Jun looked at him.

The person who came was none other than the fifth brother Yang Huai.

After not seeing him for a few years, Yang Huai has aged, his face looks very old, and you can even clearly see the white hair on his head.

You know, he is only in his thirties, but he looks like he is in his fifties.

"Old fifth."

Seeing Yang Huai's old appearance, Yang Mei and a few others couldn't hold back their tears.

Yang Huai stood there with a numb expression on his face. He ignored everyone and looked at Wang Yuying who was lying in the middle of the mourning hall.

There was no change in his expression, not even a hint of sadness.

Originally Yangmei and the others felt sorry for the younger brother, but when they saw this scene, all their sympathy disappeared immediately.

I didn't expect Yang Huai to be so cold and indifferent. He didn't show any grief at all when facing his deceased mother. You know, among Yang Jun's brothers and sisters, Wang Yuying loved this youngest son the most. Now his expression, how can it not make people feel disheartened?

"Old fifth."

Yang Mei called out, walked up to him, took his hand and said, "Kowtow to Mom."

Lao Wu didn't react at all and just stood there coldly.

Yangmei pulled him again, but he still didn't move.

There was no sadness in his eyes, but instead there was a hint of... gloating or mocking satisfaction.

Yang Jun saw this scene, and one can imagine how sad and angry he felt.

However, he seemed to have expected that Lao Wu would become like this. In fact, when he visited him last time, he already knew that Lao Wu had become a cold-blooded animal. Seeing this scene today, he had even less hope for Lao Wu.

"Old Five, kowtow to mom." Yang Mei said again, this time she was a little angry.

Yang Huai still didn't say anything, but he made a slight humming sound through his nose.

The mockery in his eyes became stronger, and anyone who was not blind could see it.

He not only hated Yang Jun, but also hated Wang Yuying. He blamed Wang Yuying for ignoring him and leaving him alone squatting in the fence.

Now he has developed serious mental disorder. He attributes all his misfortunes to others without reflecting on himself. He even blames Wang Yuying for not being able to save him.

At this moment, he already has the mentality of revenge against society.

"Old Five, you are so ignorant."

At this time, Yang Anguo couldn't bear it anymore, so he kicked Yang Huai to the ground, and then pressed his head to kowtow to Wang Yuying.

Yang Huai did not resist and let Yang Anguo toss him around.

After kowtowing three times, Yang Huai looked at Yang Jun with a cold face.

"Can I go now?"

When Yang Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times and the muscles on his forehead bulged high. It was obvious that he was on the verge of an angry outburst.

He was not a fool, so he could see that Yang Huai did this just to anger him. Lao Wu's mind was seriously twisted now, and even if his mother was lying in front of him, he still couldn't be moved at all.

"Old Five, you bastard."

At this time, Yang Yu cursed, stepped forward and grabbed his collar and said: "Are you a beast? Can't you see our mother lying in front of you?"

"Mom carried you for ten months and raised you, and this is how you repay her?"

Yang Huai let her grab his collar without saying a word. He raised his chin slightly and looked at his fourth sister at a 45-degree angle with a look of contempt.

"You are hopeless. You are completely hopeless."

Seeing Yang Huai's eyes, Yang Yu screamed in pain.

She didn't expect that Yang Huai would become so cold-blooded after touching him. She almost didn't recognize him.

"Old Four, it's not worth being sad for such a person, forget it."

At this time, Yang Liu advised.

"Third sister, how could the fifth brother become like this? He was not like this before." Yang Yu said in pain.

"He brought all of this upon himself. He can't blame anyone else. It's all his own fault that he is in this situation." Yang Liu said bitterly.

Yang Huai stood there, not saying a word, still looking at everyone with that cold look.

The more contemptuous he was, the angrier others became. Some people couldn't stand it anymore and rolled up their sleeves to hit him.

"Fifth Uncle, if it weren't for my godfather, I would have spanked you today."

Shitou grabbed his collar and raised his fist high but failed to drop it.

"You are a piece of shit. Do you still have any conscience?" Banggeng and others joined in the condemnation.

For a moment, the hall was in an uproar, with everyone blaming Yang Huai.

On the other hand, Yang Huai was not afraid at all. Seeing everyone so angry, he actually burst into laughter.

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

Shitou and the others were furious and raised their fists to teach him a lesson.

"okay."

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

Everyone looked back and saw Yang Jun waving at them.

"Send him away."

When Shitou heard this, he pushed Yang Huai hard.

"Go away, you ungrateful bastard."

Everyone pushed Yang Huai out.

"You deserve to be behind the fence, you ungrateful bastard."

"How can the Yang family have an unfilial son like you?"

Yang Huai was pushed out of the hall and ultimately he couldn't even look back at Wang Yuying.

After he left, Yang Jun's face turned pale and he couldn't speak for a long time.

He had done his best for the fifth child. Letting him meet Wang Yuying was also an explanation to his mother.

As for Lao Wu... he no longer had any hope. If nothing unexpected happened, Lao Wu would never be able to get out of there.

About half an hour later, Yang Chengdao arrived.

"Grandma, your grandson is late."

He brought Bai He and his son Yang Mingchan with him, as well as Yang Jun's women and Yang Qingxiang and the others.

The sound of crying was heard again in the hall.

The one who cried the hardest was Yang Chengdao. He kowtowed and called his grandma over and over again, and his forehead was swollen.

He was raised by Wang Yuying since he was a child. He was closer to Wang Yuying than to Yang Jun and Yi Qiu Shui. Wang Yuying passed away suddenly without any warning, and he was the saddest person.

From now on, there is one less person who loves him in this world. How can he not be sad?

Yang Jun's women cried bitterly. They knelt in front of the coffin, kowtowed continuously, and kept complaining about how good Wang Yuying was to them.

They thanked Wang Yuying for allowing them to enter the Yang family, and thanked her for her tolerance and love for them. Without Wang Yuying's protection, they would not have the life they have now. (End of this chapter)