Chapter 1416 Which girl is from that family? (Third update)
When Yang Ruoqing looked over there, the woman shrank back again.
But he lingered at the door and did not leave.
"Who is this?"
Yang Ruoqing asked Sun.
Ms. Sun shook her head, "I'm unfamiliar with it, I've never seen it before."
Yang Ruoqing then stood up and was about to walk towards the door of the house.
At this time, the woman appeared at the door of the main room again, looking timidly towards the Eight Immortals table in the room.
"Dare I ask, is this the old Yang family's big house in Changping Village?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing saw her appearance clearly.
He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old and was wearing a very ordinary summer dress that country women usually wear.
The hair is black and shiny, and the eyebrows are delicate and bright.
Standing there, it gives people a gentle and quiet feeling.
The skin color is also relatively fair, and the fingers of both hands are rubbed together, and it seems that they have not done any rough work.
"Yes, this is the old Yang family's house in Changping Village. Who are you looking for, sister? What's the matter?"
Yang Ruoqing asked, somewhat curious about the identity of this unfamiliar woman.
The woman glanced around, and then, like a magic trick, she took out a baggage roll from behind.
"I am the parent of a student in the school. I heard that Mr. Yang's father passed away, so I came over to pay my respects."
The bundle roll was placed on the table and opened, and indeed it contained something A hanging firecracker and a few knives of incense paper.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the patched bundle and the patched areas on the woman's elbows and knees.
This woman's family was definitely not well-off, and they could still spend money to buy firecrackers and other things to mourn her. This shows that she was a family that respected teachers and filial piety.
"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. Sister, please have a seat."
Yang Ruoqing quickly asked the woman to sit down.
The woman did not sit down, but stood at the table.
"Well, I'll go back first..." she said.
"Hey, don't leave in a hurry. I haven't asked my sister for your surname yet..."
Yang Ruoqing said, and then picked up the pen and paper.
On the side, Mrs. Sun held a stool and called to the woman: "Girl, sit down for a while."
The woman smiled gratefully at Mrs. Sun and sat down.
Here, Yang Ruoqing began to register with her pen while asking about the woman's whereabouts.
The woman said with some embarrassment: "I am from Lijiacun, the sister of student Li Xiaohua."
"Sir, you should know this if you write this."
The woman added, His face turned slightly red.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and respected the woman's intention.
The purpose of reporting the student's name is to ask the eldest brother to take more care of her younger brother during class, right?
understand.
After the registration was completed, Mr. Li also left.
Here, Daan suddenly said: "I remember who she is!"
"Who is it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Da'an said: "There used to be a school in Lijiacun? She is the daughter of the teacher."
"She came to the school once at that time, and I met her once."
Yang Ruoqing and Sun looked at each other, and they were both enlightened.
"In the past, when Rich Man Li of Lijia Village was still alive, he set up a small school and invited an old scholar from the same village to teach." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Later, Rich Man Li committed a crime and was wanted by the court. The school collapsed and the old scholar had nothing to do."
"I heard that after I left home, I picked up the hoe handle again. Plan to work in the fields.”
"But his health and bones were not good, and he died of illness within a year and a half. The scholar's wife was left at home with a pair of children."
"I guess the girl who came here just now is the scholar's daughter!" Yang Ruoqing said . Mrs. Sun nodded: "That's right. This girl looks Wenwen and quiet. She doesn't look like a pure girl from a farmer's family."
Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm' Voice.
Xiucai is a scholar. The woman must have been taught by her father often when she was a child, so she might also be able to read.
Thinking of her upright appearance again, Yang Ruoqing had a thought.
If this girl and my cousin...
Maybe they really get along!
Of course, it depends on their fate. The uncle just died, so I won’t talk about anything else.
Sun was soon called to the backyard to continue working.
From morning to afternoon and then to night.
Everyone in the village and nearby villages, with whom he had friendship, and who wanted to come over to pay his respects, came all over.
After dinner at night, Yang Ruoqing handed the account book to Lao Yangtou, and then returned home with Mrs. Sun.
The men went to keep vigil as usual tonight. Yang Ruoqing was worried about Xiao An, so she brought him to her and Sun's room to sleep together.
The next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were in their own yard.
Blacksmith Luo has already prepared the things for sending wreaths. In addition, there are also rice, cloth and other things.
Tuoba Xian directly transferred the men from the escort team that day to help Blacksmith Luo deliver the wreaths.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Tuoba Xian and Blacksmith Luo came to talk to Yang Ruoqing about the gifts.
"Qing'er, do you think these are enough for you? If it's not enough, let's give you more money!" Blacksmith Luo said.
All relatives send wreaths, but they cannot be outcompeted by other relatives.
In this way, the face of the nephew's daughter-in-law was brought down to the old Yang family, and the face of the nephew and the old Luo family was also brought down.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded repeatedly: "That's enough!"
"I am the niece-in-law after all, so I can't give you the most."
She understood Blacksmith Luo's desire to be strong and turned around He said to Blacksmith Luo: "The eighth sister is the daughter-in-law. The daughter-in-law's natal family has to take the lead, and we have to take second place."
Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Okay, then I will do as you say!"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Then I'll go to the ancestral hall first. It's almost time, uncle, you guys can go there."
"Okay, you go and do your work. You don't have to worry about this. We will do it well!"
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In the ancestral hall, except for Old Yangtou and Tan, all the other members of the Old Yang family came.
Yang Huamei handed the twins to Shuan Ziniang and Wang Cuihua for help, and she also brought Wang Shuanzi over to wear sackcloth and mourn them.
Suddenly, the cold ancestral hall became lively.
Lao Yang has many family members, and all of them dressed in white clothes gathered together. The scene was really impressive.
Many people from the village came to watch the fun.
People in this era lack spiritual life. This kind of thing is undoubtedly a large-scale collective activity.
A long row of futons was placed on the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
Groups of wreath-delivery teams came over, and everyone in Lao Yang's family knelt on the futon at the entrance of the ancestral hall to greet the wreath-deliveryers.
The Kim family has no natal family.
So, the Sun family, the old Wang family, and the old Luo family came to send wreaths.
Every time a wave comes, firecrackers and trumpets and suonas sound in unison.
The people in the old Yang family cried together, waiting for the relatives who sent wreaths to help them stand up one by one, and then gathered into the ancestral hall to worship Yang Huaan.
The Lao Yang family also arranged for a man from the family to be responsible for reception.
After the worship was over, the team that came to deliver the wreaths was called to the old house of Lao Yang's family to sit down and prepare for the next banquet.
The whole morning, Yang Ruoqing's ears were filled with the sound of firecrackers and crying.
Of course, children are ignorant and cannot feel this atmosphere.
(End of this chapter)