The door of the house made way, and brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongjin all put on white linen mourning clothes.
Together they carried Yang Huaan out.
Yang Huaan changed into a blue old cloth shroud, and his head came out first.
The person holding the head is Yang Yongxian, the eldest son.
Others held other parts of Yang Huaan's body, and everyone hurried out of the room.
Behind him, Lao Yangtou was crying and beating his chest.
"My son, boss, Hua An, my good son..."
The old man's voice was hoarse from crying. He wanted to chase him, but he was held tightly by the little old Yang.
In the main room, everyone stepped aside to allow Yang Huazhong and the others to carry Yang Huaan out of the door.
A man from the same family was leading the way, holding a rooster in his hand.
The rooster's neck was cut open and its blood was sprinkled as it walked.
Behind him, Yang Yongjin opened a black umbrella and covered Yang Huaan's face.
The men carried Yang Hua'an out of the main entrance of Lao Yang's house. In the main room, Mrs. Sun and others quickly followed.
Behind her, Mrs. Tan could not see her eyes, but the old lady also knew that Yang Huaan was leaving the house.
Once you leave, you will never come back.
"Boss, boss, don't leave, my son..."
Mrs. Tan howled, her whole body fell straight back, and she fainted.
Some women were left to send Tan to bed in the backyard, while the others followed her to the ancestral hall.
Yang Ruoqing walked among the crowd, looking at the crooked chicken blood under her feet, and her heart became heavier.
Screens are hung on the doors and windows of villagers' houses on both sides of the road.
Everyone thinks that the sieve can ward off evil spirits.
In this way, we arrived at the ancestral hall.
Because Changping Village has mixed surnames, there was no ancestral hall in the past.
Since the plague killed several people last year, Li Zheng and the others planned to build an ancestral hall in the westernmost part of the village.
Every household has the money and the ability to contribute, and the ancestral hall is a place among the public. Anyone who has old parents and elders doing ordinary things will send them to the ancestral hall.
This saves the need to keep the dead person at home for worship.
So now, Yang Ruoqing came to the ancestral hall with the large army.
Entering through the side door of the ancestral hall, the brand new coffin inside has already been parked there.
The coffin was open, and the coffin lid was leaning against the wall of the ancestral hall nearby.
Several older men placed Yang Hua'an in the coffin.
"Come over and take a last look!" the man shouted. He was an experienced person in the village who specialized in helping people do simple things.
As a result, everyone in the old Yang family gathered around the coffin and took one last look at Yang Huaan.
Yang Ruoqing also looked at it.
The uncle was lying inside, his face sallow and stiff.
The eyes are not completely closed, there seems to be a gap.
With his fingers intertwined, he rested on his own chest. He was dressed in blue old cloth clothes and matched with the green melon-skin hat on his head.
The whole person looked a bit eerie and scary.
Yang Ruoqing quickly stepped aside. This feeling was very bad.
Next, the coffin sealing will begin.
When the coffin is being sealed, you cannot cry. If you say you are crying, your voice will be blocked and you will be mute from now on.
The man sealing the coffin shouted again and announced for several hours.
"Those who have been checking in for these few hours should turn around and don't look at me!" he said.
So, Yang Huamei and others turned their backs.
Maybe people born in these hours conflict with the time of burial, so they have to avoid it, Yang Ruoqing thought secretly in her heart.
Then, the coffin began to be sealed, and thick and long nails were driven in.
Then he lit tung oil lamps at the four corners of the coffin.
In front of the coffin, a white curtain was drawn, and a large desk was placed in front of the curtain.
On the desk, there was a raw chicken with all the hair stripped off, a bowl of white rice, and a bowl of fatty meat.
As usual, a stick of incense was stuck on the white rice, and the ashes of the burned incense fell on the white rice.
Here, after the coffin was sealed, everyone gathered around the coffin and cried loudly.
Seeing everyone crying desperately, to be honest, Yang Ruoqing really couldn't squeeze out any tears.
After all, from a fair standpoint, Yang Huaan's whole life has always been at odds with Lao Yang's family, holding him back.
He even did a lot of despicable things, which made the younger generation disgusted with him for a time.
There is almost no relationship at all with her niece, her uncle.
However, now that everyone is dead, the dead are respected.
All the mistakes will disappear.
Yang Ruoqing stood aside silently, lowering her eyes.
Uncle, have a good journey. In the next life, be a good person and live an upright life!
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No matter how sad you are, there are times when you are tired.
After a while, the Yang Huazhong brothers began to make plans for the vigil tonight.
Yang Yongxian said: "I am the eldest son, and I must stay in the ancestral hall tonight to keep vigil."
Yang Yongjin also said: "And me, uncles and aunts, please go back and rest tonight."
Yang Huazhong shook his head: "What are you talking about? He is your father and our eldest brother!"
"Tonight's vigil, I'll stay, set off firecrackers, burn incense and other things. You two are young and don't understand. I'll do it!" said the man.
Brothers Yang Yongxian and Yongjin looked moved.
Yang Huazhou also said: "I will also stay to keep you company!"
Yang Huaming said: "And me!"
Finally, Yang Huazhong made an arrangement and divided the men into two groups.
One group will watch tonight, and the other group will watch tomorrow night.
The women and children went back to sleep.
"Mom, I'm afraid!"
On the way back, Xiao An tightly grasped the corner of Sun's clothes.
Da'an leaned down and said, "Don't be afraid, brother, brother is here and he will protect you!"
Then, Daan took Xiaoan in his hand.
Yang Ruoqing stroked Xiao An's head: "Our Xiao An is already a man, and men are the bravest, right?"
Xiao An bit his lip and looked thoughtful.
Yang Ruoqing continued: "Didn't my brother-in-law give you a slingshot? That is your magic weapon. All monsters and ghosts are afraid of you!"
"Well, I'm not afraid. I have a slingshot. I can defeat monsters and monsters."
Xiao An said, the little man was suddenly filled with strength and courage.
The mother and son returned to the village.
Daan and Xiaoan slept in the same room, while Yang Ruoqing stayed with Sun.
It can be seen that Mrs. Sun must also be very scared. She pretended to be calm all the way back.
But when a gust of wind passed in front and blew the branches, Yang Ruoqing clearly felt Sun's body shaking.
The mother and daughter were lying on the bed, with a lamp on the table in front of the bed. Sun was not sleepy at all, but as soon as Yang Ruoqing lay down, there was a fight under her eyes again.
"Qing'er, if you feel sleepy, go to sleep. I'll fall asleep if I lean on you for a while."
When Sun said these words, Yang Ruoqing had already fallen asleep.
Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing for a long time, then thought about the previous burial, and sorted through the memories related to Yang Huaan.
After sighing and regretting several times, I fell asleep tiredly.
