As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar, and Jin Wan, who was standing on one side, felt as if he had been struck by lightning!
He couldn't control his trembling body, and managed to put on a smile that was uglier than crying: "Mom, what are you talking about... You have been making this yokan all your life, and everyone still wants to eat it, what are you doing, what are you doing? If you can tell me not to do it, then I won’t do it.”
Grandma Sun's biological sons all spoke, and all the young villagers below also spoke to "persuade". Only those who were about the same age as Grandma Sun remained silent, with indescribable expressions on their faces.
Without responding to everyone's attempts to stay, Granny Sun just waved her hands to everyone calmly: "Everyone, eat slowly. I'm a little hungry, old lady, so I'll make myself a bowl of yokan."
"Jin Wan, don't freeze at the door. Come in and close the door. It's been a long time since you've eaten mother's yokan."
Hearing this, Jin Wan immediately did as he was told. As if he had lost his soul, he stuck the door latch several times and closed it several times before he could close the door...
Outside An Si Courtyard, many people were confused about the situation and kept discussing what happened. It was not until a few respected old people shouted to stop that they quieted down...
"Mr. Gu, do you want the pancakes to be crispier?"
Gu Ning'an smiled and nodded: "It's the old rules."
"Okay..." Grandma Sun responded, and then asked Jin Wan to put away the dishes and prepare to eat.
The latter's face was pale and he silently did what Granny Sun had ordered.
After a cup of tea, Gu Ningan, Granny Sun and her children and grandchildren sat around the stone table in the courtyard.
In front of each person is a bowl of milky white mutton soup and two fragrant pancakes.
"Okay, everyone use your chopsticks. It won't taste good when it's cold." Grandma Sun greeted, and everyone used their chopsticks.
Gu Ning'an ate as usual, taking his time... Granny Sun didn't eat too fast either. She took small bites of soup and cakes, and swallowed them in small bites... Jin Wan didn't eat quickly, but his head was He was buried very low, as if his whole face was buried in the mutton soup bowl.
Besides, Jin Xingwang ate the fastest, and the sound of slurping soup kept coming from him.
Almost as long as a stick of incense passed, everyone at the table had finished the yokan in front of them.
Grandma Sun looked at everyone and asked with a smile: "Is the yokan delicious?"
"It's delicious. It may be regarded as a delicacy that will never be seen again." After Gu Ning'an finished speaking, Jin Wan's grandson also hurriedly answered.
"It's delicious. Mom's yokan is unparalleled in the world!"
"Grandma's craftsmanship is the best!"
Hearing this, Granny Sun slowly leaned back on the chair, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "As long as it tastes good... As long as it tastes good..."
At the end of the sentence, Grandma Sun leaned back on the chair, her whole body relaxed, and she closed her eyes.
Looking at this scene, the scene was silent for a while, and then two hoarse wails broke out!
"Mom!" "Grandma!"
The Jin family's grandfather and grandson threw themselves at Granny Sun's sides, knelt on her left and right, and began to cry loudly.
Gu Ning'an stood up and left her seat, walking towards the corner of the courtyard.
I saw a slightly stooped illusory figure in front of the two Japanese cruisers.
"Shall I see you off?" Gu Ningan whispered.
Grandma Sun moved her eyes away from her body, shook her head and said, "I have already caused a lot of trouble for you sir today. Old lady, I came here alone, and when I leave, I want to leave alone."
Hearing this, Gu Ning'an was silent for a moment, cupped his hands and said, "Grandma Sun, walk slowly."
"You two patrol slowly."
The two Japanese cruisers nodded in response to Gu Ning'an, covered Granny Sun with the big black umbrella, and took her through the wall...
Outside Ansi's courtyard, the neighbors who heard the wailing in the courtyard naturally understood what was going on.
In the crowd, some people sighed, some wiped away tears, some looked at the uneaten mutton soup in their hands for a long time, and then drank it all...
…
The big Chinese character "Dian", white candles, white lanterns, and the smoke emitted from burning yellow paper filled the whole courtyard.
Jin Wan, who was wearing hemp and mourning, knelt in front of the mourning hall. His eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts. From time to time, he picked up some paper money and put it into the black cauldron burning in front of him.
Late at night, all the villagers who came to express condolences left, and a young couple who also wore sackcloth and paid filial piety stood behind Jin Wan.
They are Jin Wan's son Jin Hong and his daughter-in-law Lianshuang, who do some small business in their hometown. Even though the place where they do business is not far from Lexiang County, it still takes three days to travel by donkey cart.
This was just their journey back, not counting the time it took for the letter of Grandma Sun's death to be delivered to them.
According to normal time, it took them five days to get the news and three days to rush back to Lexiang County. As a result, it was less than half a day after Grandma Sun passed away, and they rushed back...
"Dad, why don't you go get some sleep? It's too late. If you continue to kneel like this, your body and bones won't be able to bear it."
After Jin Hong finished speaking, Lian Shuang on the side also echoed: "Yes, dad, you are not young anymore. Grandma knows well, and she won't want you to kneel down."
"Don't worry about me. Folks who came to express their condolences, have you recorded all the condolence money? We won't hold the funeral banquet. We will have to add some to send back to others." Jin Wan's voice was extremely hoarse, like two frosted sheets. The sound made by rubbing paper against each other.
Jin Hong nodded and said, "I have recorded them all, from house to house."
"No..." Lian Shuang shook his head and said, "There is twenty pieces of paper tied up with a string, and no one's name is recorded."
"What's going on?" Jin Wan frowned.
Jin Hong took up his wife's words and responded: "The twenty essays seemed to appear out of nowhere, and no one's name was recorded."
"But the two of us checked the account book when we took it from Butcher Liu."
"It was absolutely correct at the time. I don't know who gave the twenty coins to this pair and when they gave it..."
Hearing this, a figure in green clothes suddenly appeared in Jin Wan's mind. He kept muttering the words "twenty coins" in his mouth. He seemed to have understood something, so he waved his hand to his son and daughter-in-law and said: " That’s not considered condolence money, so there’s no need to pay it back.”
"Dad, do you know who it is?"
"It's not condolence money, so why should it be placed at the accounting table?"
Jin Hong and Lian Shuang asked one after the other.
Jin Wan showed a complicated expression and said calmly: "It's Mr. Gu. That should be the last yokan he paid."
"Give me that money."
Jin Hong, who was confused, took out his sleeves, took out a small amount of money, and handed it to Jin Wan who was kneeling on the ground.
After taking the money, Jin Wan looked at Grandma Sun's memorial tablet and said seriously: "Mother, Mr. Gu doesn't like me, but he also came to see you, and he also paid for a bowl of yokan."
"I'm not qualified to keep this money, so I'll take it with you."
As he spoke, Jin Wan threw the money into the black cauldron in front of him, making a clanging sound...
