Chapter 3028: Mourning (fourth update)
"Then we went over yesterday and saw each other for the last time." Old Yangtou sighed.
Yang Huaming said: "I left last night while having dinner. According to the custom in our area, I will stay at home for a day today, and I will be buried tomorrow. I will be a priest the day after and be carried up the mountain the day after. "Buried."
"As an in-law, I will go to the funeral tomorrow, right?" he asked again.
Old Yang nodded, "Yes, according to this day, I will go to mourn the day after tomorrow."
Yang Huaming frowned and said: "The wedding has not even happened yet, and we have to rush to the funeral first. What a damn unlucky thing!" Marriage, hey!”
Hearing Yang Huaming’s words, Yang Huazhong frowned.
"Fourth brother, you can't say that. If there was a choice, why would Chen Biao's father be willing to die? How wonderful it would be to see his sons get married and start a business!" Yang Huazhong said.
"Besides, it's the fate of the two children that makes you become in-laws. I won't say anything else. The deceased is the greatest, and it's for the sake of the children. Let's take care of it!" He added.
Yang Huaming had a look of helplessness on his face, "Hey, when things get to this point, this is the only way it can be."
"What, dad, third brother, I have never organized a funeral by myself before. When my father-in-law died, I had just gotten married and didn’t understand anything. "
"Our old Yang family was not separated at that time, and it was you who took care of the funeral."
"Now I have no idea how to give it and how much to give. No, I still need you to help me make up my mind!" Yang Huaming said.
Lao Yangtou said: "Don't worry about this, your father and I are not confused yet. As long as you prepare the money, I will take care of the rest."
Yang Huaming scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said: "What, Dad, please think about it for me when you are thinking about the arrangements. I really don't have a lot of money left in my hand now..."
Lao Yangtou is not there He glared at Yang Huaming angrily, "Why do you have so many things to do? They come up all at once."
"Even if you don't have the money anymore, you can borrow it, and we have to deliver the funeral standards that should be given. Otherwise it will make people laugh!" the old man said.
Yang Huaming smiled in embarrassment, "Okay, let's think about it first, what to give, so that I can add it all up..."
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"Is everyone here? Have you got everything? Nothing is missing, right?"
On the road to Yang Huazhong's house, people beat gongs and drums, held wreaths, and carried long bamboo poles. Rolling up firecrackers,
Some people carried pieces of old cloth, rice, incense paper, incense and candles on burdens.
Among these people, there are men and women, most of them are from the Lao Yang family, and some are from Chang Geng and Daniel.
“Dad, give me these baskets, and I’ll put them on the carriage together.”
Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huazhong, took the basket containing the mourning objects from his hand, and put it on the carriage behind.
The large army set off, with Yang Huaming taking the lead, and everyone walked together in the direction of Qingshui Town.
"Qing'er, this is not the alley where we go to Chen Biao's house. Where are we going?"
In the carriage, Yang Yongxian looked at the scenery outside and asked Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen Biao started working when he was young, and later he bought a house in the alley in the town, which is the small courtyard we visited last time."
"But Chen Biao's grandparents, as well as his relatives for generations, all live in Chenjia Village, east of Qingshui Town."
"There is an ancestral hall there. When Chen Biao's father left, he naturally had to be sent back. Chenjia Village, and then go to the ancestral hall to perform rituals," Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Yongxian nodded and understood.
"Chen Biao's grandparents must have passed away, right? Are there any other relatives in Chenjiacun?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I haven't asked Chen Biao about this, but Chef Zhou and Chen Biaoniang are cousins,"
"When Ju'er fell in love with Chen Biao at first sight, I asked Chef Zhou about this. Chef Zhou said that Chen Biao's grandparents had passed away a long time ago." "Chen Biao's father is the only son in the family, and he has three sisters. The eldest sister and the third sister are both dead, and the remaining second sister is still mentally retarded. She was married far away, and she probably won’t be able to move around much anymore.”
“As for the other cousins, let’s just leave it that way, close or not, distant or not. Otherwise, Chen Biao’s father wouldn’t have been at the bedside during the two days he was hospitalized in the county town. Chen Biao was the only one guarding it. At most, Uncle Chen Biao came over."
After hearing what Yang Ruoqing said, Yang Yongxian sighed.
Suddenly I realized in my heart how happy I was to have my grandma, who loved his eldest grandson the most.
He has a mother. Although she is deaf and mute and gets sick every spring, she is still good and protects him in other seasons.
There are also three brothers. Except for the fourth brother who is a little bit different, the second brother and the third brother really have nothing to say.
I was sick in bed a few days ago, and my third brother and sister-in-law took care of him. In addition, the three uncles in the family also took good care of him, especially the third uncle, who regarded himself as a son. Be kind.
Happiness really comes from comparison.
Thinking that there were so many relatives around him who were caring about and protecting him, Yang Yongxian suddenly felt that some of the dark clouds in his heart because of Li Xiuxin's incident a while ago had disappeared in an instant.
Chenjiacun.
Old Yang’s family arrived in Chenjiacun in great force.
Chenjia Village is not as big as Changping Village. The village entrance has a somewhat similar layout to Changping Village, and is also a pond.
However, compared to the big pond in Changping Village, the pond at the entrance of Chenjia Village looks like a crescent moon, so everyone calls it moon pond.
On the other side of Yuetang is the ancestral hall of Chenjiacun.
The mourning team stopped at the Moon Pond, and Yang Ruoqing and Yang Yongxian also got off the carriage and prepared to walk there.
The gongs and drums team brought here began to play together, and the firecrackers also began to sound.
Yang Ruoqing was carrying a basket and looked up at the front of the Chenjiacun ancestral hall opposite, and saw three lonely people in mourning clothes kneeling at the door.
The one in the middle is Chen Biao, and the two on the side are obviously two children.
Other than that, there are no other people wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety.
Hey, this is really withered and cold!
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, following the mourning procession towards the ancestral hall.
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, there were a few people standing here to greet them. They should be relatives of the Chen family.
Looking lazy.
When they saw clearly that there was a large group of mourners here, they seemed a little surprised.
Someone with sharp eyes knew Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing and hurriedly told others.
Those lazy people immediately cheered up. Those who set off firecrackers, played gongs and drums, and came forward to pick up things...
Here, Chen Biao and three others Kneeling on the ground, Chen Biao buried his head deeply on the ground and kowtowed to Lao Yangtou and the others.
I am grateful that they came to mourn, to see his father off on his last journey, and to support the scene.
“Good boy, I’ve suffered so much for you, get up, get up!”
Yang Huaming walked in the front as his future father-in-law. He came forward and leaned over to pull Chen Biao up and said comforting words.
Chen Biao's eyes were red. He looked at Yang Huaming, then at Old Yangtou and Yang Ruoqing beside him. His heart, which had been in panic for several days, suddenly seemed to have found a backbone.
(End of this chapter)