Siheyuan: Domineering life

After the coffin was changed, the people who bought linen clothes from the city also came back.

Wang Erwa and the others changed into linen clothes. Like Yang Jun, they wore hemp and mourning clothes, with a hemp rope tied around their heads, looking like filial sons.

As time went by, more and more people came to pay their respects. As long as they were related to Yang Jun, they all came. Even those who had no relationship with him could come to pay their respects. Everyone who came was a guest and was naturally welcome.

Yang Jun knelt for a whole day and was exhausted with back and waist pain, especially his legs were numb and almost had no feeling at all. Fortunately, he could still find time to move around, so he didn't feel so uncomfortable.

It was not until the afternoon that Yang Mingsheng, the head of the Yang family, arrived.

He did not come alone, but brought dozens of family members with him.

Last night, the news of Wang Yuying's death reached her hometown in Shanxi. Yang Mingsheng immediately summoned the clan members to come to Yanjing to preside over Wang Yuying's funeral.

As the news was so sudden and they were afraid of delaying Yang Jun's work, they all chartered a plane. In the past two years, Yang Jun invested in the family business, and although they were all rough manufacturing businesses, he made a lot of money. Now that everyone in the family is rich, they are willing to charter a plane.

As the saying goes, when one person succeeds, the whole family will prosper. With the support of Yang Jun, they are doing very well. Everyone is making a lot of money, and their pockets are gradually getting fatter. No matter where they go, they can hold their backs straight and speak with confidence.

When you drink water, you should remember the person who dug the well. They knew that they could have what they have today thanks to Yang Jun, so as long as Yang Jun had any problems, they would immediately put down what they were doing and come over.

Yang Mingsheng led a group of clansmen and strode towards the mourning hall.

They first looked at Yang Jun, and then bowed in worship together.

Except for a few elders in the tribe, most of them bowed and then knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

After three kowtows and nine bows, everyone stood up.

"Jun'er."

Clan leader Yang Mingsheng shouted, then squatted beside Yang Jun with a heavy face.

"Uncle." Yang Jun called out.

He said nothing, with a sad look on his face.

After the tribesmen finished their worship, they automatically stepped aside and gave the middle position to those who came to worship.

Yang Mingsheng looked up at Wang Yuying lying in the coffin, then sighed deeply.

"Jun'er, leave the rest to me."

He did not ask how Wang Yuying died. As someone who had experienced this, he naturally knew the limits. This was not the time to say these things. Some things could always be said when he had time. What he had to do now was to take over the funeral affairs. As the patriarch and elder, he had to shoulder this burden.

"Thank you, uncle."

Yang Mingsheng patted Yang Jun on the shoulder and said nothing.

He stood up, winked at all the clansmen, and then led them out of the ancestral hall.

He first found Luo Xiaojun and asked him to take over all matters.

Luo Xiaojun knew him and knew that he was the patriarch of the Yang family. He had also been waiting for Yang Mingsheng to take over. After all, he was not good at this kind of thing.

After a brief handover, Yang Mingsheng quickly grasped the general situation of the matter, and then issued a series of instructions, telling the tribesmen to do their work.

The tribesmen were very experienced in this regard. Even if Yang Mingsheng didn't tell them, they knew what they should do. After all, they were familiar with these things in their hometown and could get into the role at any time.

After handing over the matter, Luo Xiaojun suddenly received a call. After hanging up the phone, Luo Xiaojun immediately walked towards the mourning hall.

"Master, Master's wife and the others are about to land. I have to go to the airport to meet them."

Yang Jun didn't say anything, just nodded.

Luo Xiaojun paused for a moment, and when he saw that Yang Jun had nothing more to say, he stood up and left.

At this time, it was getting darker and darker outside. As it was about to get dark, there were fewer and fewer people. The only ones left were some tribesmen who were busy, and some were clearing the snow in the yard.

It snowed all day and there seemed to be no sign of it stopping. Instead, it got heavier and heavier.

However, as soon as the snow fell on the ground, it was quickly cleaned up. The ground was wet and looked very bad.

As fewer and fewer people came to worship, Yang Jun was finally able to take a break.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands, leaned forward slightly, and gently moved his numb legs. He did not dare to make any big movements for fear of pain.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone holding his legs and moving them, which seemed to help him relieve his fatigue.

I looked back and it turned out to be Sun Zhaocai.

This guy and Ding Erzhu were his personal bodyguards, guarding him all the time. Even when Yang Jun was guarding the body, they never left his side.

Seeing Yang Jun looking back at him, Sun Zhaocai smiled at Yang Jun and grinned.

Yang Jun glared at him and he immediately became serious.

After Yang Jun changed his posture, he continued to lean forward with his hands to relieve his fatigue. Sun Zhaocai kept pressing his calves from behind, trying to make him feel more comfortable.

"Brother, there's no one here now, you should take a rest."

Yang Mei knelt beside Yang Jun, and said with heartache when she saw Yang Jun's appearance.

She is different from Yang Jun. As both are filial sons and daughters, she is much freer than Yang Jun. Yang Jun cannot move while kneeling there. He has to burn paper money and greet the guests who come to worship. Every move is related to the continuation of the Yang family and he cannot be careless at all. But she and Yang Liu and Yang Yu are much freer. Although they are kneeling, they can change positions at any time when they are tired. If there are few people around, it is okay for them to just sit there.

"Hey!"

Yang Jun didn't say anything. He slowly pulled his legs out and prepared to sit down.

But just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly heard a cry outside the ancestral hall. The cry was very loud, and it seemed that quite a few people had come.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jun quickly knelt back down, and held a piece of paper money, lit under the eternal lamp, waiting for the guests to arrive.

"mom!"

"grandmother!"

Following a burst of heart-wrenching cries, Yi Qiu Shui came in with dozens of people.

Nalan Qingmeng, Huang Yani, Chen Ruolan and others led a group of children and walked towards the mourning hall, crying loudly.

"mom."

Yi Qiu Shui screamed and then fell to the ground.

"Why did you leave without saying anything?"

"We didn't even get to see each other for the last time. You should at least wait for your daughter-in-law to come back."

Yi Qiu Shui cried and wiped her tears.

She and Wang Yuying had a relatively harmonious relationship as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. The two had a good relationship and deep feelings for each other. Wang Yuying's sudden death was a great blow to Yi Qiu Shui. When she first heard the news, she couldn't believe that Wang Yuying was gone. After all, Wang Yuying had no serious health problems. How could she suddenly die?

You don’t feel anything on a normal day, but once you lose something, you feel like something is missing in your life. That kind of heartache is something that most people cannot understand.

"Mom, how come you're gone all of a sudden?"

"Mom, woooo!"

Huang Yani, Nalan Qingmeng and other daughters-in-law knelt in front of the mourning hall, crying bitterly, and the children beside them also cried at the top of their lungs.

"grandmother."

"Grandma." The children didn't know what to say. They just knelt there and kept calling for grandma. They were crying with tears streaming down their faces, and some even rolled on the ground.

After crying for about ten minutes, Yi Qiu Shui and the others finally got up after being persuaded by Yang Mei and others.

After he got up, Ma Xiangxiu and others immediately brought him mourning clothes.

As a daughter-in-law, Yi Qiu Shui naturally wore heavy mourning clothes, which others could tell were for daughters-in-law only.

Huang Yani and the others were also given mourning clothes. Although they could not openly acknowledge the identities of daughters-in-law, they still had to follow the proper etiquette, and the children also wore mourning clothes.

At this time, Yang Jun had already sat on the ground, leaning back on Sun Zhaocai's back to relieve his fatigue.

"Lao Yang."

Yi Qiu Shui shouted and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Jun raising his hand.

He called Huang Yani and others to his side.

"Yani, Ruolan, you should take the children back first."

"Hubby, I want to stay and fulfill my filial duties." Huang Yani.

"I have received your kindness, but it is not convenient here with so many people coming and going and so many eyes and mouths."

"Don't worry about those conventional etiquettes. Some things should be more important for the overall situation."

Huang Yani's face darkened after hearing this.

She naturally understood what Yang Jun meant. After all, they were just concubines, and being able to come to worship was already an exception. If they stayed to fulfill their filial duties, that would be impossible. After all, they had to consider Yang Jun.

"Husband." Chen Ruolan called out, her lips and jaw moving as if she wanted to say something.

"Okay, I appreciate your kindness. Now take the children back home."

After a slight pause, Yang Jun continued, "Tomorrow morning, just let the children come over. You don't need to come over."

Chen Ruolan wanted to say something, but was stopped by Huang Yani.

"Sister, just listen to Lao Yang. Let's not cause trouble for Lao Yang."

Seeing this, Chen Ruolan had no choice but to give up.

"Lao Yang, let's go back then."

"Well, go back and rest early." Yang Jun waved his hand.

Afterwards, the women and children said goodbye and went back.

Yi Qiu Shui stayed. She knelt where Yang Jun was kneeling and took the initiative to take on the task of burning paper money.

It's dark now, no one comes to worship, and there's no need to be too particular about it.

"husband."

Seeing Yang Jun's haggard appearance, Yi Qiu Shui cried out in distress.

She knew how important Wang Yuying was to Yang Jun, and she also knew how much of a blow Wang Yuying's death was to Yang Jun. She felt very sorry for Yang Jun.

Yang Jun waved his hands weakly, signaling her not to say anything.

The last thing he wanted to say now was that Wang Yuying had passed away, as that would open his scars over and over again.

Yi Qiu Shui and Yang Jun have been married for many years, so they naturally know him very well. Seeing this, they immediately stopped mentioning the matter.

"You just came back and must be very tired. Go to the side room and rest." Yang Jun said.

"I'm not tired. I slept all the way on the plane." Yi Qiushui choked with tears in her eyes and said, "Just let me accompany mom."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun sighed and said nothing more.

At this time, there were fewer and fewer people outside, even the people who were cleaning the snow stopped their work, and everyone gathered in the mourning hall.

Fortunately, the mourning hall is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people, but even so, it still seems crowded.

"Jun'er."

The clan leader Yang Mingsheng called out, then sat down on the open space next to him.

"Uncle, thank you for your hard work." Yang Jun.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Isn't this what I should do?"

Yang Mingsheng learned about Wang Yuying's death indirectly and was deeply saddened by it.

He did not mention this, but just sat there smoking slowly.

"Come to think of it, I have received great favor from your mother."

Yang Mingsheng began to recall things.

When Yang Jun heard this, he relaxed for a moment.

He had never heard Wang Yuying mention this matter before, but when he heard Yang Mingsheng bring it up on his own initiative, he immediately became interested.

Even the three sisters Yangmei, Yangliu and others came over.

One only feels the value of something after losing it. After their mother died, the four siblings cared more about Wang Yuying than ever before. They hoped to hear more news about Wang Yuying from other people.

Yang Mingsheng took a puff of his cigarette, exhaled the thick smoke in his mouth, and then spoke slowly.

"That was more than 40 years ago. At that time, Agui... it was the third year that your father had been eating commercial grain. At that time, we were very envious of your father for eating government food and were always proud of him. Your father and I have had a good relationship since we were young. We were like brothers and could talk about anything. At that time, your father helped me keep an eye out for factory recruitment information. As long as there was a job opening, he would notify me immediately."

"Your father spent a lot of money on this matter. He invited leaders to dinner every few days, hoping to recruit me into the factory. His efforts paid off. Finally, there was a quota for me to join the factory. Your father immediately notified me to come to Yanjing. At that time, I was also very excited, thinking that I could eat commercial grain like the people in the city in the future, and I no longer had to work in the fields."

"did not expect……"

Having said this, Yang Mingsheng paused, a painful expression on his face.

He pondered for a moment, then continued, "When I was packing my bags to go into the city the next day, your great grandmother suddenly became seriously ill and died on the way to the hospital. I was so grief-stricken at the time that I had to postpone my trip to the city. When I had dealt with your great grandmother's affairs, I wanted to go find your father, but..."

Having said this, the pain on Yang Mingsheng's face deepened.

"But just as we were about to leave, your great grandfather suddenly had a stroke. He became insane, talking nonsense, and couldn't take care of himself. He needed someone to take care of him all the time, so the plan to work in the factory was put on hold again."

When everyone heard this, they sighed.

It is a pity that Yang Ming had such an unfortunate fate. Misfortunes never come singly. When it rains, it pours. He has to bear all the bad luck. If his father and mother had not had those misfortunes, he would probably be a city dweller now and would not have to stay in the countryside all his life.

But, fate is so fickle, everything is God's will, everything is arranged by destiny, no one can change it.

"later……"

When he said this, a look of joy suddenly appeared on Yang Mingsheng's face.

"Later, your mother heard about this and secretly sent me thirty yuan without telling your father, which solved my urgent problem."

"Thirty yuan was a huge sum of money at that time. It was the money your mother saved by making matches for two months. I will always remember this great kindness in my heart."

"Your mother passed away today. I will naturally take care of her funeral properly." (End of this chapter)