"Everyone has their own difficulties. Your grandma has many things that you can't let go of, so why is my grandma any different?"
Yang Ruoqing said softly.
"Your uncle and your cousin are in such a mess, your grandma is worried and won't live in peace,"
"My grandma's life is getting better and better for my uncle's family. My cousin-in-law is also pregnant. With such good times, the family will soon be filled with children and grandchildren. My grandma is reluctant to leave."
"They are two poor old people. There is nothing we can do about it. They have to leave as long as they are alive. You can't tell when..."
"Sister Lan'er, the deceased is gone, and we, the living, must also mourn and adapt."
"You should use your filial piety towards your grandpa from now on. Your grandma is gone and your grandpa is alone..."
Lao Suntou is the best example.
There was no one to talk to in the room, and I usually found the old woman's advice annoying when I drank. Now when I picked up the glass of wine, I felt empty without the old woman's advice. I didn't feel like drinking the wine anymore.
After a lifetime of ups and downs, I have long been accustomed to the other party's presence and interference.
I feel annoyed when I'm here, but I think about it and regret it when I'm not here...
People, life is really not easy. Every day we are together, we must be happy and treat each other as guests. This way, when we are separated in the future, we will have less regrets and more satisfaction when we look back.
The two sisters cherished each other, comforted each other, and finally felt better.
With the help of the other members of the Lao Yang family, Mrs. Yang's funeral was still managed in style.
The son Yang Zhenbang who did not break the basin, and the grandson Yang Duocai naturally took over his father's position. Dressed in filial piety clothes, he followed the Taoist priests and performed various rituals, kneeling and worshiping, in an endless cycle.
The eldest young man of the Yang family, who used to play cricket cards in town and was ignorant and unskilled, seemed to have grown up several years after this incident. He took out all his belongings, the twenty taels of silver that the Lin family forced him to write and leave, and handed them over to his third uncle Yang Huazhong to prepare for the funeral.
Yang Huazhong was reluctant to use his nephew's money and asked for sponsorship, but Yang Duocai declined.
Yang Duocai's original words are as follows: "My uncle and all my uncles, cousins, aunts, and cousins helped my family get through the difficulties and helped me put my grandma to rest. They are great benefactors with many talents."
"To prepare the money for grandma's funeral, I can still afford it. I don't want to use any of my uncles' money. I was not sensible before. I asked you uncles to help me this time, just like I did to my grandma in the end." Be a little filial!"
Yang Duocai's words made everyone feel happy.
The Yang family fell into decline. Except for the small farmhouse in Changping Village and the twenty taels of silver Yang Duocai had on him, everything else was seized by the government.
After this catastrophe, if Yang Duocai could really be sensible, change his mind from now on, abandon all the bad habits of his father, be a good person, and do things in a down-to-earth manner,
Little old Yangtou is still a little hopeful. In the future, the Yang family is still expected to be able to stand up again, have children, spread branches and leaves in the land of Changping Village, and continue the incense!
Since Yang Duocai has this heart, Yang Huazhong and the others will naturally give him a hand.
During this funeral, Yang Huazhong and the others considered all aspects of the Yang family's affairs. They took into account the overall situation and prevented the people who came to pay homage and watch the fun from being laughed at. Some unnecessary expenses were also minimized as much as possible.
Moreover, Yang Huazhong and other juniors, including Yang Ruoqing and others, all came to show mourning for the little old Mrs. Yang to increase their prestige.
This is the custom in this area. When the deceased dies, the more people wearing hemp and mourning, it means that the descendants will be prosperous and blessed.
If there are only two or three lonely people milling around, in the words of the villagers, it will be unattractive.
Especially when carrying the coffin up the mountain, the cries are so loud that the whole world is shaken.
If she says she doesn't cry, then the old lady will be reborn as a mute in her next life or something...
With the concerted help of everyone in Lao Yang's family, Mrs. Yang finally made it up the mountain smoothly and was laid to rest.
As soon as the coffin was put down and the new grave was erected, grandson Yang Duocai sprinkled the last handful of new soil on the old lady's grave with both hands. At this time, a few dark clouds suddenly drifted over the originally crisp autumn sky.
The wind blew one after another, carrying fine raindrops in the wind.
The matter was over, and everyone quickly ran to the village.
Old Yangtou held the dry tobacco pole in his hand and stood under the eaves at the entrance of the hall. Looking at the thin rain in the yard, the old man squinted his eyes, and there was a touch of surprise and expectation in his eyes.
"Just after the new grave was buried, it started to rain. This rain is good. It's a rain of wealth." Old Yangtou murmured.
"Maybe in the future this talented kid will really be able to support the family!" Old Yangtou said again.
Sisters Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, who were busy wiping their hair, looked at each other when they heard this.
The two sisters also looked outside together. In Yang Ruoqing's opinion, it was raining just after the burial. It was because God was sad, so they were crying too.
Why is there still such a thing as "making a fortune"?
The doubts in my heart were directly asked by my fourth uncle Yang Huaming beside me.
"Dad, is there still such a saying? Does it mean that the harder it rains, the more money we will make in the future?" he asked.
Old Yangtou was still looking at the rain in the yard and nodded slightly.
"That's what the old saying goes..." the old man said.
Yang Huaming asked again: "Now that Da'an is the number one scholar in our family, are there any strange signs when any of our ancestors were buried in the past?"
Old Yangtou fell into memories...
"It seems...no?" the old man said.
Yang Huaming said: "How is that possible? Not to mention that Da'an is the number one scholar, but Qing'er has such a big business and makes so much money. Why does this ancestor have to have some strange signs? At least we have to have another game. heavy rain!"
"There is also our son-in-law Tang Yazi. He is a general and has met the emperor's people. Shouldn't there be something for the ancestors of the old Luo family to be buried?"
"By the way, I almost missed the old Mu family. Mu Zichuan is also a prostitute. Now he is a high-ranking official in the capital. Where is the imperial envoy? There was no sign of anything unusual when Mu Zichuan's father was buried?"
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaming, somewhat unable to recover from his call.
Yang Ruoqing also secretly smacked her tongue. The fourth uncle's thinking ability is really powerful, he can think so much.
Old Yang thought about it carefully, then shook his head and spoke slowly.
"Oddly enough, when your grandparents, my father and mother, were buried, there were no signs of anything unusual."
"I don't know about Lao Mu's family, and I haven't heard of it, but..."
"But what?" Yang Huaming asked.
Yang Ruoqing's attention was also attracted.
"When the second eldest son of the Luo family, Tang Yazi's father, was buried, your third brother went to carry the coffin. There seemed to be something wrong," Old Yang said.
