Following Baxi's shout, everyone quickly worked hard together.
Then, something strange really happened.
The coffin, which was originally as heavy as a mountain, suddenly returned to its normal weight. It was carried by everyone and took about ten steps in one breath.
Chang Gen and the others also withdrew and followed the team, ready to help at any time.
When the old Yang family saw this, they all looked at each other and were shocked.
Mrs. Liu was the first to exclaim: "It seems that Qing'er understands Yongxian. Look, let the sister-in-law come over to see Yongxian for the last time. If not, she is willing to leave!"
Everyone nodded.
Yang Huaming and the others also asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, how did you know?"
Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said, "I was fooled."
"Is this okay?" Yang Huaming couldn't believe it.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Fourth uncle, let's not talk about these extraneous things for now. You should go to the funeral as soon as possible. Don't miss the time!"
Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were also urging. Yang Huaming had no choice but to suppress his curiosity for the time being, and hurried over to help carry some of Yang Yongxian's things that he had used during his lifetime. Then he and everyone else followed the funeral procession toward the Mian Dynasty at the back of the village. Went to Niu Mountain...
At the entrance of the mourning hall, Jin was slumped on the ground, looking at the direction the coffin was leaving, still crying.
The women all gathered around Jin and tried to persuade her in various ways.
However, everyone has overlooked one thing. Jin is a deaf-mute. No matter what you say, even if you beat gongs and thunder in her ears, she will not hear it.
If you want to communicate with her, you can only make gestures or lip-read, which she can understand.
But in this state, does Jin have the mood and energy to pay attention to the gestures and lips movements of everyone next to her?
Impossible!
Therefore, Jin still sat on the ground and continued to be immersed in his own sadness.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Sun said to her worriedly: "Qing'er, your aunt has not eaten or drank for the past two days. If she continues like this, she won't be able to bear it."
Yang Ruoqing had no choice. He couldn't knock the aunt unconscious and carry her back to force her to rest, right?
That is absolutely not possible.
However, Yang Ruoqing has a way.
She whispered a few words to Sun and Bao Suyun, and Sun asked: "In this case, is it okay to ask your aunt to do that kind of thing?"
Bao Suyun said: "Whether it works or not, you will know after giving it a try."
Then, Bao Suyun came directly in front of Jin, patted Jin on the shoulder, and when Jin's eyes turned to Bao Suyun, Bao Suyun made gestures while talking.
"Sister-in-law, my condolences. Yongqing and Mo have gone to the mountains. Niuniu is alone in the old house to take care of her brother. I'm afraid it's not possible. How about you go and help take care of their brother and sister?"
There was something more in Jin's originally numb eyes. While her eyes were rolling, Yang Ruoqing urged Bao Suyun: "If there is a reaction, Fifth Aunt, please continue."
Bao Suyun nodded, and then gestured to Jin: "We are all busy and have a lot of things to clean up. You can only go now, otherwise the child will fall off the bed and fall to the floor..."
Yang Yongqing's son is more than three months old and can toss and turn in bed, so Mok always uses a big pillow to block the outside of the bed.
But even so, it is not safe if there is no one around to watch. But this morning, Mrs. Mo left little Niuniu in the house to watch her younger brother. Mrs. Mo herself and Yang Yongqing had to go to the mountains with the funeral procession, which would be delayed. Time will come back.
During this period, Mrs. Mo asked Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun to take a moment to take a look.
Therefore, Bao Suyun took the opportunity to transfer the matter to the child's grandmother, Jin, to divert Jin's attention and stop being immersed in sadness.
Sure enough, Jin, who was slumped on the ground with no focus in her eyes, heard that her grandson was sleeping alone in the room with her granddaughter beside her. Jin couldn't sit still anymore and struggled to get up from the ground. , staggering towards the old house.
Yang Ruoqing and Sun's Bao Suyun all followed, leaving others here to clean up the scene, dismantle the mourning hall and a series of other things...
Yang Ruoqing and others accompanied the Jin family to the old house. As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard the cry of a child inside...
Everyone heard it, but Jin didn't.
However, Jin seemed to sense something, and suddenly quickened her pace and rushed into the house in a panic, heading straight to the wing.
Yang Ruoqing and the others also followed in, and then they saw that the boy had climbed to the edge of the bed, and the big pillow that Mo had used as a partition had fallen to the ground.
The boy was lying on the edge of the bed, raising his head and looking around, still blowing bubbles from his mouth.
A pair of round, dark eyes followed the figure of the young lady at the table.
At the table, the little girl was standing on tiptoes, holding a bowl in her hand and a spoon in her other hand, stirring and blowing air into it.
The room is filled with the faint fragrance of rice noodles.
Mrs. Jin quickly stepped forward, picked up her little grandson from the bedside, quickly stuffed him back into the bed, and covered him with the quilt.
And here, Yang Ruoqing came to Xiao Niuniu's side, "Are you making rice noodles for your brother?"
The little girl called out "Auntie" and turned around to see so many people coming into the room. The little girl stood next to Shun'er and said hello, "Third Grandma, Fourth Grandma, Fifth Grandma."
Fourth grandma?
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw that, good fellow, Ms. Liu was also following her.
"Little girl, are you making rice cereal for your brother? Do you know how to make it? What kind of water did you use?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Because she felt that the color of the rice cereal looked a little wrong!
After Yang Ruoqing asked, Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Liu and others also turned their attention to the rice bowl held in Xiao Niuniu's hand.
Sure enough, the color is not very white and delicate, it looks a bit rough, and a bit dark and black.
Little Niuniu said: "I made it with tea water. Mom said, you have to use hot water, not raw water in the water tank."
Following Little Niuniu's guidance, everyone saw a teapot on the table.
Yang Ruoqing reached out and touched it. Hey, the fruit in the teapot is really hot.
It is estimated that this was the hot water that Yang Yongqing and the others poured in before they left, in case the little girl was thirsty.
"Oh my god, can children eat rice cereal soaked in tea and water?" Ms. Liu questioned.
However, Xiao Niuniu had already come to the bedside with a bowl in hand.
At this time, on the inside of the bed, the boy saw his sister coming over with a bowl, and immediately struggled to climb over again.
Little Niuniu tapped the mouth of the bowl lightly with a spoon, and said seriously like a little adult: "Come on, come on, let's have breakfast, sister will feed you rice cereal!"
Mrs. Jin picked up her little grandson and pulled the quilt to wrap her up, fearing that she would get cold.
Little Niuniu stepped forward, scooped a spoonful of rice cereal and put it to the boy's mouth.
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