Chapter 1414: The Boss (1st update)
When I woke up, it was almost noon.
"Is this a sleepy bug possession? When did I become a very poor student?"
While stretching and getting dressed, Yang Ruoqing laughed to herself in her heart.
While combing her hair, Mrs. Sun came in from outside.
The woman also held a basin of wash water in her hand.
"Hey, are you up? I was planning to come over and shout!"
She said, while placing the washbasin on the washstand in the corner, she turned to tell Yang Ruoqing about today's schedule arrange.
"Your father told me before that he asked you to go to the old house after lunch, sit down with the accountant, and write down on paper those who came to mourn from the village and relatives." Sun said. .
Yang Ruoqing listened carefully and kept it in mind.
The uncle has passed away, and the eldest brother and several uncles have to help organize the funeral at the ancestral hall.
The matters at home, such as the things relatives and friends come to pay their respects to, and the food and drinks to entertain them...
These all need to be taken care of specially.
There is a saying in the countryside: The gongs and drums in the ancestral hall are ringing, and the home is in the hands of others.
That’s the truth.
Old Yangtou was worried about letting other members of the same clan take charge, and he was too old to take care of it, so he thought of her.
In fact, Yang Yongxian and the others told her this in private last night, and she was mentally prepared.
"Okay, then I will go to the ancestral hall first, and then go to the old house to listen to the master's instructions." Yang Ruoqing said.
Sun nodded, walked over, and helped Yang Ruoqing secure the bun at the back with a white flower.
"I'm still stopping at the ancestral hall today, and will do some rituals tomorrow." Mrs. Sun continued.
"I heard that the group of Taoist priests from Zhangjiacun was invited. Six Taoist priests were invited. We will have lunch tomorrow and start doing rituals in the afternoon."
"We can't sleep tomorrow night. We have to go The ancestral hall stayed up all night."
"You will go to bed earlier tonight, do you understand?" Mrs. Sun warned carefully.
Yang Ruoqing nodded gently.
When it comes to sleeping, she thinks of Yang Huazhong.
"Mom, where is my father? When did he come back from the vigil last night?" she asked.
Sun said: "I came back in the middle of the night. I slept for more than an hour and then got up again."
"Why didn't my dad get more sleep? I'm going to the temple today." There's nothing wrong with him over there!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Sun said: "No, your mother-in-law's family and your Uncle Luo are going to mourn. Your father will accompany your uncle and your Uncle Luo to buy coffins at a coffin shop in the town. A wreath or something.”
“Oh...”
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.
According to the custom in the Mianniu Mountain area, when the uncle dies, relatives and friends come to pay their respects.
There are two types of mourning.
One way is for villagers who have friendships to spend some money to buy a firecracker and a few pieces of incense paper to burn.
There is another way to send wreaths by beating gongs and drums.
For example: Kim’s natal family.
Yang Hua'an's sister, Yang Huamei's husband's family, Lao Wang.
And Yang Huaan’s daughter-in-law, Cao Bamei’s natal family.
These three families must come and deliver wreaths with gongs and drums.
So, the uncle went to the town to buy wreaths and paper sedans and horses.
In addition, there are two married nieces, herself and Yang Ruolan, who also need to send wreaths.
Luo Fengtang was not at home, so Blacksmith Luo went to take care of these things.
"What did Sister Lan'er say?" Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.
Sun shook her head: "Lan Yatou said that she is not getting married, but being a concubine. There is no need to send wreaths. It will make your father and several uncles very angry."
Yang Ruoqing frowned, how could Yang Ruolan say such a thing?
"However, Xiao Yaxue came out to express her position. She and Narisong will come to burn incense for your uncle when the time comes." Mrs. Sun added. "The whole village is praising Xiao Ya for her clear sense of reason. You, Sister Lan'er... ugh!" Mrs. Sun shook her head.
Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.
"By the way, where is my third cousin? Come over?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
When the third cousin originally planned to marry into his master's family, he had already severed his sworn relationship with his uncle Yang Huaan.
But last time during the Dragon Boat Festival, Yang Yongjin wanted to persuade his third cousin to come back and have the last Dragon Boat Festival meal with Yang Huaan, but his third cousin all found reasons to shirk it.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Sun sighed softly.
"I also went to your third cousin's place to announce the funeral. I probably won't be playing gongs and drums to send out wreaths, but I'm probably here to burn incense."
Sun's words contained a hint of something. dissatisfied.
Yang Ruoqing can also understand this.
No matter how good his uncle is, he is still his third cousin's biological father.
My dear father died, why did you send a wreath?
That’s all, you have no right to say anything about other people’s family affairs.
"Mom, just comb it like this, you are busy with your business." Yang Ruoqing said.
Mrs. Sun nodded: "Breakfast is warmed in the pot for you. You go and eat some quickly. I'm going to dry the two clothes I changed yesterday and I'm going to the old house to have lunch."
"Well, okay!"
The two of them went their separate ways.
After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing went to the ancestral hall for a while.
The ancestral hall was deserted.
Yang Yongjin, Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing were guarding there.
Yang Ruoqing briefly greeted them, bowed to her uncle, and came to the old house with pen and paper.
In the main room of the old house, the Eight Immortals table was moved to the patio.
When Yang Ruoqing arrived, Old Yangtou and Little Old Yangtou were sitting at the table, discussing matters in a low voice with sad faces.
Yang Yongxian and the others had their door closed, probably catching up on their sleep.
“Master, little grandpa.”
Yang Ruoqing walked over and said hello to the two old men.
Old Yangtou's eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing and waved to her.
"Qing'er, come here and sit down." He said.
Yang Ruoqing sat down as instructed.
Old Yangtou said: "Qing'er, your uncle is gone. This is a disaster for our old Yang family."
"Your father and several uncles and cousins have to be busy with things at the ancestral hall."
"We have to make this funeral a lively one, so that your uncle... can leave in a lively manner." ..."
When Old Yangtou said this, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
"Sir, please accept my condolences, your body is important!"
Yang Ruoqing advised.
Old Yang raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, and continued: "Relatives and friends are coming to pay their respects in the past two days. You have to write down the accounts of these human relationships for me clearly."
"You are a granddaughter, but you are no less than any man."
"I can entrust you with this difficult topic and I can trust you. It’s you!”
Besides, little old Yangtou nodded repeatedly: “This granddaughter is worth ten grandsons, leave these things to her, don’t worry, brother.”
< br>Old Yang nodded and looked at Yang Ruoqing: "Do you understand what I told you?"
"Well, I understand. Don't worry, the accounts and items will not be messed up." She said.
Compared with the amount of business she takes care of, this matter is really not a big deal right now.
Lao Yangtou felt relieved after hearing Yang Ruoqing's assurance.
(End of this chapter)