That night, Old Yang sent Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and others from the Old Yang family home. Tonight, the old man planned to stay at Old Wang's house.
Wait until the next day and night before Yang Huazhong and the others come over.
The children and grandchildren of Lao Wang's family should have done things like keeping vigil.
Wang Shuanzi was not in good health, and Dabai and Xiaohei were young, so they were frightened and were sent to Yang Ruoqing's house to take care of them.
Therefore, the matters of keeping vigil at night mainly fell on the daughter-in-law Yang Huamei and sisters Wang Chunhua and Wang Cuihua.
Wang Chunhua and Wang Cuihua's husbands had to rush home to take care of their children after they came here for a tour earlier. They would not be able to come here until daytime tomorrow.
Old Yangtou loves his daughter dearly, so he plans to stay and keep Yang Huamei company.
At Yang Ruoqing's house, at night, after Yang Ruoqing comforted Big Bai and Xiao Hei, she let them sleep on a big bed in the inner room.
She herself took Baby Luo to sleep on the couch outside. It was late at night, and there were gusts of wind blowing through the branches outside, making a rustling sound.
Listening to the even and long breathing of the three children in the room, Yang Ruoqing felt no sleep at all.
His mind was filled with the marks on Shuanzi Niang's neck.
In this simple mountain village, there was no case where Shuanzi Niang was killed because of a grudge against anyone. Judging from the location and depth of the marks, Shuanzi Niang committed suicide.
This is fine, but he suddenly committed suicide.
Everything has a reason, and an inducement made her get into trouble. Sometimes suicide is just an impulse. Well, it must be something that the old Wang family is hiding.
Whatever the reason, there will always be a time to tell it, but a dead person cannot be resurrected.
When he was drowsily asleep, he suddenly heard Dabai's crying coming from the inner room.
Yang Ruoqing hurriedly got up and rushed into the inner room without even bothering to put on her cotton-padded clothes.
"What's wrong with Dabai? Sister is here!" She came to the bedside.
Dabai hid in the small gap between the corner of the bed and the wall. There was a chamber pot there. It seemed that Dabai got up to relieve himself.
"Dabai?" Yang Ruoqing called him softly.
Dabai rushed to Yang Ruoqing's side, his whole body trembling.
"Grandma, I saw my grandma..." He said hiding in Yang Ruoqing's arms.
"It's you who fell asleep. It's okay." Yang Ruoqing quickly comforted her.
Dabai shook his head vigorously: "Really, I got up to pee and saw my grandma standing at the window looking at me."
Yang Ruoqing took a breath of cold air and turned to look at the window. The window was closed properly.
This window is not glass, so you can't see outside unless you prop up the entire window.
"Dabai, you are really sleepy. Look, the windows are closed properly. You can't see anything." Yang Ruoqing said.
Dabai secretly raised his eyes and glanced at the window. It was indeed like what Yang Ruoqing said.
Dabai stood up straight, his face full of confusion.
Yang Ruoqing let go of him, walked to the table, brightened the lights on the table, and poured a bowl of warm water for Dabai.
"Come, drink some water and go to sleep. Don't be afraid. The lights are on in the room. The baby and I are sleeping outside. It's so lively with so many of us in one room!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Dabai took a sip of water and stopped. "Sister, I'm still scared and dare not sleep. I had a dream about my grandma before. It was so scary..."
Yang Ruoqing gently stroked Dabai's head and said, "Don't be afraid, Dabai, that's your grandma. She loved you and Xiaohei the most during her lifetime."
"Even if she dies, she will only bless you and protect you secretly, and will not scare you. Just sleep well and call me if anything happens."
Dabai lay back on the bed, and Yang Ruoqing also returned to her bed.
Dabai was the first witness in the woodshed. This scene will probably become a shadow in the child's heart as he grows up.
Early the next morning, when the village women of Changping Village went to the pond to wash their clothes and vegetables as usual, they found that the stage that had been bustling with gongs and drums last night was actually empty.
The theater troupe all moved out overnight.
"The people in this troupe are too unauthentic, aren't they? Didn't they say they would sing for five days in a row when they came to our village? They left after only two days of singing? Didn't they even say hello when they left?" Village Woman A complained. road.
Village Woman B said: "You are really talking without thinking. The mother-in-law of the old Yang family has been hanged. Such a big tragedy is not suitable for opera. I can only say that the leader has a discerning eye and moved away immediately." "
Village Woman A curled her lips, "What village doesn't have people die? People die every year, but this opera can only be heard in the first month of the year. Alas, this opportunity is gone this year!"
Village Woman B said: "You, please be virtuous. How can you not find joy when you are alive? When you die, you really have nothing!"
Village woman A said: "It makes sense. Then, after washing your clothes, go to Lao Wang's house to watch the funeral."
Village Woman Yi shook her head: "You should keep these words in your heart. It will be bad when Lao Wang's family and Lao Yang's family hear it later. It's not good to say these things behind your back!"
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Yang Ruoqing got up very early, cooked breakfast for her family to eat, and also persuaded Da Bai and Xiao Hei to eat.
After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing led the two of them to Lao Wang's house with her left hand and her right hand.
As the eldest grandson of Lao Wang's family, I didn't let them keep vigil last night because they were young and frightened.
But in broad daylight, you have to go to the mourning hall to put on mourning, burn paper, and kowtow.
When I arrived at Lao Wang's house, I found that brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, Sun and Bao Suyun were all there.
Brother Yang Huazhong helped Wang Hongquan prepare for the next funeral. Mother Shuan was not very old, just fifty years old.
In addition, her body had always been strong before, so she was not prepared for the coffin at all.
At this moment, Yang Huazhong and the others are discussing going to the town to buy ready-made coffins, and inviting Taoist priests...
Sun and Bao Suyun mainly accompanied Yang Huamei.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing leading Dabai and Xiaohei in, Yang Huamei quickly stood up and came over.
"Dabai, Xiaohei, did you sleep well at your sister's house last night?" Yang Huamei asked.
Xiao Hei nodded, while Da Bai remained silent.
Yang Huamei noticed Dabai's expression and was a little surprised. She asked again, but Dabai still didn't say anything.
Yang Ruoqing gently pulled Yang Huamei and signaled her not to ask questions yet.
Yang Huamei signaled, turned around and took two sets of mourning clothes that tailors had made overnight and gave them to Dabai and Xiaohei: "Go over there and put them on. After you put them on, I'll come over and burn paper money for you."
The two brothers took the clothes and obediently took them into the room next door to change.
Here, Yang Ruoqing pulled Yang Huamei aside and told Yang Huamei in a low voice what she had done to relieve herself last night.
After hearing this, Yang Huamei looked shocked.
She grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand and said: "Qing'er, no matter if it's Dabai who is drowsy or something else, this matter is a bit mysterious. Fortunately, you are in the room. Auntie is grateful to you!"
