At the entrance of the mourning hall, Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing and his brothers all knelt in rows wearing sackcloth and mourning. Among the kneeling crowd, Yang Ruoqing saw three-year-old children in each room of the old Yang family.
Even Fuwa is here!
Big Niuniu, Xiao Niuniu, Honger...
Zhen'er is kneeling at the front because he is the only true bloodline left by Yang Yongxian.
The others are Yang Yongxian's nephews, nieces, brothers and sisters-in-law.
Looking at it this way, there are several rows of people kneeling down, which is quite impressive.
Yang Ruoqing heard Mrs. Liu next to her say, "If Li Xiuxin hadn't made a fuss with Mei Ying and shot herself in the foot, Yongxian would probably have three sons by now!"
"Xiu'er, Zhen'er, and a stillborn male fetus, what a pity!"
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Liu and nodded in agreement with Mrs. Liu's words.
"Li Xiuxin is quite good at giving birth to sons, and sister-in-law Mei Ying is also very good at it. If my cousin doesn't commit suicide, he might end up with a lot of sons!"
Amidst the whispers and regrets between the two people, the mage in front gradually came to an end.
Old Yangtou was also present. The old man was sitting on a chair, wearing a black cotton hat on his head, holding a cane in both hands, and wearing a black cotton-like coat on his shoulders.
The old man stared blankly at the group of Taoist priests jumping on a rope in front of him. His thin face had sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, and a strangely solemn and ugly expression.
Then, Yang Ruoqing saw Yang Huamei supporting Tan and coming over.
Tan's head was also wearing the same black hat as Old Yang's. Yang Ruoqing strongly suspected that the two of them were wearing couple's hats, because the styles were exactly the same.
When Mrs. Tan arrived, she wiped away her tears and began to cry.
It was just the loud gongs and drums that covered up the old lady's cry.
Seeing Yang Huamei helping Tan come over, Liu and Yang Ruoqing hurried to Tan's side.
Mrs. Liu said to Yang Huamei in a reproachful tone: "Meier, what's going on with you? How could you bring the old lady here? Have you forgotten the instructions of your father and your brothers?"
Faced with Liu's accusation this time, Yang Huamei seemed innocent and helpless.
"Fourth sister-in-law, I didn't have to bring my mother here. It was my mother who wanted to see Yongxian on her last journey!"
"And Mom has promised me again and again that she will control her emotions and not make it difficult for me."
"It's not difficult for you to do it. If anything happens to the old lady, we will be the ones to do it!" Mrs. Liu said angrily.
Yang Huamei is in a dilemma.
Mrs. Tan only cried and focused all her attention on the coffin in the mourning hall.
The coffin has been tied with ropes, and a thick wooden pillar is passed through the front and back of the coffin. Then, between the two wooden pillars at the front and back, two equally thick wooden pillars are set up from the left and right sides, and then Use a third thick pillar to cross it.
This layout is mainly to share the weight. This method is the coffin-carrying rule passed down from generation to generation in Changping Village.
At that time, four strong men will be arranged to carry the coffin in the front, middle and back, so there will be a total of twelve people to carry it!
Only with so many strong men can the coffin be carried to Yang Yongxian's cemetery in the mountains in one go.
The coffin bearers are also very particular. They cannot be the uncles or brothers of the old Yang family, but can be other members of the family or people with other surnames in the village.
Young and strong family members like Da'an, Dabao, Yang Yongjin, and Yang Yongqing are absolutely unusable.
Son-in-laws like Luo Fengtang, Ye Yi, Liu Xueyun, Chen Biao, etc. are also unavailable.
Yang Ruoqing looked around, and then found the twelve porters specially invited from the village on one side of the mourning hall.
Good guys, all of them are strong men with broad shoulders and round waists, and, what should I say? In local dialect, all of them are people with strong Yang fire.
Because several of them are still in their thirties and still have no wives.
There are a few others whose parents died a long time ago. In the village, everyone mentions them as the toughest people.
Therefore, many people in the village like to go to these few people when they want to carry out coffin bearers.
As time went by, a big brother-type person took the lead among them, and that person's name was Baxi.
Forehead……
Every time Yang Ruoqing heard the name Baxi, she would inexplicably want to eat ice cream, especially the small box of Baxi ice cream in the ticket halls of major movie theaters. To be honest, buy a box and sit there and eat it. Watching a movie, so beautiful!
Okay, I'm going too far, it seems that it's really because I was hungry twice at noon and night yesterday, so now I'm standing here and I'm distracted and starting to daydream about ice cream.
In front of the sight, as the last sound of gongs and drums subsided, the Taoist priests completed the last step. Then, they called Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming to come over and discuss things there.
Even discussions and gestures.
Mrs. Liu touched Yang Ruoqing with her elbow: "Get ready! Qing'er, watch out. Bamei, Liu'er, Xiaohua, Guiling, Mo Shi, Jin Chuan, these sisters-in-law are about to start crying."
There is no need for Mrs. Liu to be the commentator. Yang Ruoqing also knows the next process. The next step is to send the deceased out of the village and go to the mountains for burial.
At this time, it is the turn of the female relatives of the family to appear.
"Qing'er, do you want me to find you a piece of white linen cloth to wrap it over?" Ms. Liu asked.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I won't participate."
Among the female relatives at this time, they are mainly the female relatives of the old Yang family. For the daughters who are married outside and are cousins with Yang Yongxian, they can go up and join the mourning procession of the female relatives, or they don't have to go.
Yang Ruoqing decisively refused.
Moreover, Yang Ruoqing found that none of the three girls, Mianmian, Ju'er, and He'er, had any intention of coming forward.
Everyone stood together, clinging to each other, wiping away tears.
When the trumpet and suona sounded again, Zhang Youfu helped Zhen'er lift up the earthen basin used to burn paper money at the entrance of the mourning hall, and then threw it to the ground hard.
Then, twelve strong men entered the mourning hall, carried the coffin and walked out with steady steps.
Zhang Youfu walked at the front of the team with Zhen'er in his arms. Zhen'er was really dressed in filial piety, with a small white flag on her back.
At this time, Cao Bamei, Zhao Liuer and the others suddenly rushed forward, crying and shouting, kneeling in front of the coffin and kowtowing to the twelve coffin bearers.
Then, Cao Bamei, as the oldest second sister-in-law among the group of women, symbolically walked a few steps to the coffin on her knees, put her hands on the coffin, and cried: "Brother, don't go..." "
According to the procedures of other families in the past, the female relatives will kneel over at this time, crying and trying to hold the coffin for the last time to show their strong reluctance to leave the deceased.
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