Shen Lianqing couldn't stand this reality and fainted. She woke up not long ago and saw that white cloth strips had been hung at home.
The room is empty. When you look up, you can see the beams above your head. When you look down, the ground is covered with very environmentally friendly, simple and flat yellow soil.
The space is not big, the bed is next to the window and faces a red wardrobe.
Shen Lianqing didn't have time to take stock of her appearance, so she opened the door and rushed out. A white cloth was hung in the center of the small yard, and a rough coffin was placed on the opposite side of the yard where firewood was usually piled.
Among the neighbors, the male protagonist was actually the only one who came, but he happened to move things out and avoid Shen Lianqing, who had just woken up.
The people here were organized by the village chief. Ji Rong's younger brother rushed back overnight after hearing the news of his brother's death.
Nowadays, the small place is crowded with people. When everyone sees Shen Lianqing coming out, they all make way for her.
It's her time to perform.
Shen Lianqing howled loudly and threw herself on the coffin in white mourning clothes, "Ji Da, what will I do without you? What should I do -"
Her face was pale, her hair was messy, and she was wearing a white mourning hat. When everyone saw that she looked different from her usual fierce and sad look, they couldn't help but feel a little pity and sigh.
A kind-hearted aunt was soft-hearted and stepped forward to support her and comfort her, "People cannot be resurrected after death. The living people of the Ji family must continue to look forward to the future. Don't be too sad."
Several other people also said a few words of condolences.
According to common sense, she should throw herself into her aunt's arms and cry until she wants to die, but who is Shen Lianqing? There is a famous crazy woman from all over the country. Why does she act so weakly?
Therefore, she rudely pushed away her aunt who was holding her, "What do you mean, don't be too sad? Can't I be sad when my husband dies?"
"This..." Auntie's face was stern. She used to be so comforting. Why is she so ignorant now?
Others looked at her accusingly.
Shen Lianqing walked quickly, gritted his teeth and cursed as he walked among the crowd. He put one hand on his waist and pointed at their noses, "You, you, you... do you all think so?"
"Ji Rong is dead, do you want to take advantage of the fact that we only have orphans and widows to bully us and take over our family property?!"
"I tell you, don't even think about it! I, Shen Lianqing, will never let you bully me."
The people who came to help turned their faces sideways and couldn't bear to look directly.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the village chief quickly stepped forward to stop her, "Ji's family, no one in this village chief is willing to bully you."
Who dares to bully her like this? Their house is in a mess, and they only have two acres of thin farmland. Who wants their property?
The village chief slandered in his heart and looked very kind, "Ji family! You don't have any orphans or widowers. Didn't Ji Er come back? Although his brother Ji Da has left, an adult like him will definitely be able to bring Ji Er back." Let’s raise the house again!”
"Bah, bah, bah, who asked him to come back!" Shen Lianqing yelled, "Why did he come back now after being out for so many years? Does he want to snatch the family property from my son or drive us out?"
"It's nothing." Jijia Village has a good custom. The village chief has never encountered such a difficult woman. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and pulled Ji Mao, who was silent at the side, over, "Ji Er, this is You have to say something about your family’s affairs.”
Ji Mao loosened his fists, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Shen Lianqing didn't give him a chance to speak.
He turned around and threw himself back on the coffin, crying loudly, "Ji Da, you died so miserably. Why did you leave us orphans and widows? Now these people are going to bully me!"
"Sister-in-law..."
Shen Lianqing ignored him and continued to cry until the sky was dark. Ji Mao looked at her intently from one side. When she had cried enough and was ready to curse, he thoughtfully handed her a bowl of water to moisten her throat.
She raised her fingers and fainted as Ji Mao's eyes darkened.
After crying and fainting, this space only calmed down for a while.
Ji Mao caught her with a straight face and said to the mother-in-law who came over, "My sister-in-law was so sad that she fainted from crying."
The mother-in-law nodded and took Shen Lianqing back to her room.
Ji Mao's gloomy face all day made people look scared, but his etiquette was very good.
He lowered his head and walked to the village chief, who was avoiding Shen Lianqing. He pursed his lips in embarrassment and said, "Village Chief, my sister-in-law must be too sad to say what she said. Don't mind."
"Sorry to trouble you later, let's bury our eldest brother first, right?"
The village chief didn't care whether Shen Lianqing scolded them because he was too sad. As the village chief, he was just handling the funeral affairs according to normal procedures after the villagers were gone.
He is very broad-minded, and Ji Mao also told him about the situation at home in advance and gave him a lot of reward. He will not blame a woman like Shen Lianqing who has never seen the world and is rude!
"Yes." The village chief nodded. There were no relatives in the Ji family, so he asked the young adults in the village to carry the coffin.
Shen Lian fainted for several days. When he opened his eyes again, Ji Da's funeral had been over for a long time.
Her stomach was empty and she was so hungry that she felt dizzy. She clenched her fists and punched the bed several times, almost causing it to collapse.
Her son Ji Dabao noticed that she woke up and came in with a bowl of sugar water. He carefully placed it on the table aside and said, "Mom, drink it."
"Go and get some water to wash your mother's face."
"I'll go right now -" Although Ji Dabao is usually very fierce in front of other children, he can't be more fierce than his mother. His mother has a bad temper and strong hands. A slap in the face can make him hurt for several days. .
He didn't dare disobey her at all.
Ji Dabao opened his short legs, shook his thick fat and ran out. When he came back, he held a basin in his hand.
Shen Lianqing looked in the mirror while washing her face. The appearance of the original owner was worthy of being noticed by Ji Da before. Even if she gave birth to a son, her appearance in her twenties was still in its prime in modern times.
His hair is thick, his face is slightly oval-shaped, his eyebrows are like distant mountains, his eyes are like ink, and the whites of his eyes are extremely white. His face is full of collagen, and his skin is so good that no flaws can be seen.
The nose is small, the lips are bright red, and the color of the skin is very healthy and red. When the eyes turn, there is a bit of fierceness and bad intentions in the eyes.
There are no traces of work on the skin of the fingers. There are palm prints on the palm of the right hand. The skin of the fingers feels tough and smooth. Each piece of skin and flesh wrapped around the bones contains great strength.
Little Fatty was a little dazed as he watched his mother wash her face and wash her hands, then paint her face in a series of tedious steps.
Shen Lianqing took out a piece of grease and smeared it on Ji Dabao's face, snorted coldly, "Does it look good?"
Ji Dabao stammered, "So... good-looking..."
Afraid of being beaten for being insincere, he added, "She looks better than usual."
Shen Lianqing smeared his face with both hands, pinched his fleshy cheeks, and then closed her hands with satisfaction, "You have a sweet mouth."
Ji Dabao covered his red face, feeling aggrieved. He was telling the truth. His mother did look more beautiful than usual. Why did she still pinch him?
Shen Lianqing washed her face and walked out directly, while Ji Dabao cleaned up the mess behind.
The sun was shining brightly outside the door, and she stretched. When she woke up, she was not sad about her husband's death at all. Instead, she was in high spirits, as if it was Ji Maung's illusion that she had fainted from crying in the mourning hall.
