It was a hot summer day, and with the large number of people gathered in the mourning hall, there was also a wave of people from the village who came to watch the fun.
As a result, the temperature became higher, and with the continuous burning of straw paper in the brazier, it was equivalent to setting up a stove to warm up the fire. Yang Ruoqing was sweating profusely as soon as she came in.
She looked at Ga Po, who was lying upright on the door panel. Her aunt and mother had put on a brand new shroud, with her head facing in and feet facing out.
His face was covered with two pieces of yellow tissue paper, and a bowl filled with uncooked rice was placed above his head, with three sticks of incense inserted in the bowl.
The old lady's shroud was made of blue-black old cloth, and she also wore a pair of blue-black old cloth shoes on her feet.
The soles of the shoes are white, and a lotus is painted with cinnabar on the soles of both feet.
The old lady lay there quietly, as if asleep, with her hands folded on her heart, and each of her thin and withered hands held a handful of tissue paper.
Yang Ruoqing turned her head, not daring to look further.
Not fear, but sadness.
Indescribable sadness, feeling empty and at a loss what to do.
It would be great if Tang Yazi was here. At this time, I really want to lean on his shoulder...
"Auntie, mother, the relatives and friends who are mourning are almost here now. I suggest you two go back to the house and lie down for a while to recuperate." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Leave the mourning hall to me and my eighth sister Xiaojie. You should hurry up and go get some sleep. When we get to Sunjiagou, we really won't be able to sleep anymore." Yang Ruoqing added.
Mrs. Sun shook her head, "I am the eldest daughter. Even if there are no guests to mourn, I cannot leave."
"Besides, I'm in good health and not sleepy. Let your mother go and take a nap," she said.
Mrs. Sun quickly said: "Sister, I'm not sleepy either. I'll stay with you and my mother."
Mrs. Sun looked at Mrs. Sun distressedly, "Go and get some sleep. Look, there's no blood on your face. You haven't eaten for two meals and you haven't stopped crying. Go quickly!"
Mrs. Sun still refused to go, and Mrs. Sun immediately got angry.
"What? Mom is gone, so you won't listen to me as a sister?"
Sun was surprised.
Then she burst into tears and hugged Da Sun, "Sister, we will be motherless from now on..."
The eldest Sun also burst into tears and stroked Sun's back, "Don't be afraid, you still have a sister..."
The scene of the old sisters hugging each other and crying made all the juniors beside them stunned, and they all also wiped away their tears.
Finally, under everyone's persuasion, Sun had to go home and lie down for a while.
It took an hour at most, and I probably woke up as soon as my eyelids closed, and then came back again.
"Why are you back so soon? Are you asleep?" asked Da Sun.
Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly: "My mind is so messed up. When I close my eyes, I feel like my mother. I can't fall asleep at all. I'm still upset when I sleep. It's better to get up."
"You, what can I say about you?" Mrs. Sun shook her head, looking helpless.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, just follow my mother. At this time, we wouldn't be able to sleep, let alone my mother!"
"Okay!" The eldest Sun had no choice but to follow Sun.
In the mourning hall, except for Changsun Dajie who was burning paper money and Xiao An helping out, all the other men went outside to do their work.
Tonight, Chou Ling was going to go back to Sunjiagou. Yang Huazhong and the others went to prepare the mule cart.
It is unrealistic to rely on manpower to carry a coffin on a mountain road, unless the journey is not far.
Like going back to Sunjiagou, you have to climb over several mountain ridges, and you have to use a mule cart to pull it.
In this way, except for Dajie and Xiaoan, the rest of the people in the mourning hall were all women.
Sisters Da Sun, Sister Sun, Yang Ruoqing, Huang Mao, Xiaojie, Cao Bamei, and Xiaohua Xiaoduo.
Osmanthus fragrans, Dayun, Yang Huamei, Zhao Liuer...
Those in the village who had friendships with the Sun family or the Yang Huazhong family also sent women to sit with them and comfort them.
Mrs. Liu, who loved to watch the excitement, naturally had to be there, and it was just dawn. When she went to Lao Yang's house to report the funeral, Mrs. Liu came over unexpectedly.
Even Mrs. Tan came over to sit for a while and shed a few tears.
Xiaoqin and Yuzhi are in charge of the kitchen area, cooking for the relatives and friends who come to help. If they don't have enough to eat, they won't have the energy to work, right?
Then Lao Suntou and Da Sun promised everyone that they would work together to get over the funeral of Mrs. Sun, and when things settled back down, they would have to prepare a few new tables of food to thank everyone.
"Xiaojie, Xiaojie, what's wrong with you?"
After a while, Cao Bamei's frightened voice suddenly came from beside her.
I saw Xiaojie's face turned sallow, leaning on Cao Bamei's shoulder, her eyes turned white, looking like she was about to fall into coma.
"Oh, what's going on, Xiaojie?" Mrs. Sun quickly came to Xiaojie's side and held Xiaojie in her arms.
"Mom, my chest is tight and I feel so uncomfortable..." Xiaojie said.
Da Sun was so anxious that she didn't know what to do and burst into tears.
"Let me take a look!" Yang Ruoqing hurried over and raised her hand to touch Xiaojie's forehead.
Then, he looked at Xiaojie's eyelids and tongue coating and said, "It's heatstroke. Quick, take Xiaojie to a ventilated place over there."
Putting Xiaojie in the ventilated corridor, Yang Ruoqing said to everyone: "Everyone please spread out, don't all crowd around."
"Bamei, go and get Xiaojie a bowl of water with salt and sugar for her to drink."
"Everyone else can go and do whatever they need to do. Leave it to me, Xiaojie. It'll be over in a moment."
Mrs. Sun was worried, but she was not needed at the mourning hall, so she had to give Yang Ruoqing a few more words and ask Huang Mao to help take care of her, while she hurried to the mourning hall.
Yang Ruoqing is massaging Xiaojie's acupoints to help her recover faster.
"Isn't it because of heat stroke? Is it because of a collision?"
A voice came into Yang Ruoqing's ears.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and saw Madam Liu looking over her head, her eyes shining with the fire of the Eight Diagrams starting a prairie fire.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing looking up at her without saying anything to stop her, Liu understood this as Yang Ruoqing's acquiescence to her.
So, Ms. Liu licked her dry lips and spoke mysteriously.
"When this person just died, I heard that the living soul was still at home. I watched the descendants prepare for the funeral. Xiaojie was young and a girl. Her body is Yin. Could it be..."
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Yang Ruoqing immediately got angry and shouted at Mrs. Liu.
Then he raised his hand and pointed to the door over there: "The door is over there, get out!"
Mrs. Liu was also stunned for a moment, not expecting Yang Ruoqing to be so furious.
She muttered with an aggrieved look on her face: "I don't mean any harm, that's what the old saying goes..."
"My grandma just left, and now our whole family is grieving. If you want to watch the fun, go look elsewhere. If you want to stay here, shut your mouth tightly. If you continue to say those weird words, don't blame me for tearing your mouth apart." !”
