Chapter 3164 Sunjiagou (Third Update)
Considering the relationship between the time and the temperature, although Yang Ruoqing provided ice cubes, she also took out the spices that she had treasured for a long time.
They were put together in Ga Po's coffin. These spices have a certain antiseptic effect. In such hot weather, they can delay the corpse's decay for a few days, so that the mage can complete it smoothly and successfully.
"Qing'er, you spent a lot of money on your grandma's burial this time. I heard that those spices were tribute to the emperor and are priceless..."
After the burial, Lao Sun Yang Ruoqing said in a deep voice, and the old man's eyes were full of gratitude.
Yang Ruoqing said: "This is the last thing I can do for Grandma Ga, and it is what I should do."
Old Sun nodded, "You are so sensible and filial, your Grandma is alive in heaven. She will also be very happy. She will also keep Tang Yazi and Daan safe and sound outside. "
Yang Ruoqing felt a little guilty when she mentioned Tang Yazi and Da'an.
"Ga Po passed away, and neither of them could come back to see Ga Po off for the last time..."
Old Suntou waved his hand: "We can all understand the chaos outside. , the same goes for your grandma. What’s more, Da’an and Tangya are themselves filial juniors. When your grandma was still alive, when she mentioned them to me, she always praised them..."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "There are always many unsatisfactory things in the world. We can only wait until they return home in the future, and then go to Ga Po's grave in person to burn incense and kowtow..."
I can't say any more, and the tears come out again.
Lao Sun raised his hand and stroked his granddaughter's forehead, "Don't cry anymore. Your grandma has suffered from the disease that she suffered from. Now she is free and doesn't have to suffer. It's a good thing for her."
Yang Ruoqing nodded with tears in her eyes. The matter is over, the deceased is gone, and the living can only comfort themselves in this way.
Because, those who are gone are gone, and those who are alive must continue to live.
Late in the night, near midnight, the coffin containing Mrs. Sun was carried onto the mule cart parked at the gate of the yard.
At this time, the entire Sun family, the house, and the yard were all hung with white lanterns.
People who came to help came in and out. Blacksmith Luo held a rooster with his throat cut in his hand and walked ahead with a lantern to clear the way.
Behind Blacksmith Luo is Dajie, the eldest son of the Sun family.
Dajie followed Blacksmith Luo step by step, holding the coffin of Old Mrs. Sun with his head lowered.
Further back is the coffin pulled by a mule cart, driven by uncles and nephews Yang Huaming and Yang Yongjin.
Behind the mule cart, there were the eldest Sun family and the Sun family, Yang Ruoqing, Cao's eighth sister Xiaojie and other female family members who were wearing linen and mourning. They cried into tears.
Behind the female relatives were Yang Huazhong, Wang Hongquan, Yang Yongzhi and other men. They carried incense paper and firecrackers on their shoulders, as well as the clothes, shoes and socks worn by Mrs. Sun in front of her, and other daily necessities.
According to the customs in the Mianniu Mountain area, after a person dies, if the younger generation is willing, they can symbolically leave a few things as a memory in the future, and the other things must be burned together. Let the deceased take it away and continue to use it over there.
So Yang Huazhong and the others carried large and small bags and walked toward Mianniu Mountain behind Changping Village.
It was late at night, and most people in the village were asleep.
But they had heard the news beforehand and found out which road in the village Old Mrs. Sun's coffin passed through. So, every house on that road hung screens on the doors and windows.
The villagers all reached a consensus, believing that the fine and dense mesh of the sieve has great supernatural powers and can prevent the invasion of evil spirits, just like the door god.
The group passed through the village, entered the willow forest, and then began to climb over the mountains.
There are wild beasts in the mountains, but most of them are not afraid because of the large number of people.
Yang Yongjin and several strong men went to the front to clear the way, and set off firecrackers at intervals to drive away the wild beasts.
Yang Huazhong and others in the back all had hatchets hanging on their waists, escorting them all the way. Protected in the middle were Old Mrs. Sun's coffin and the female family members stumbling behind the coffin.
Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua supported Sun on the left and right.
Xiao Jie and Cao Bamei supported Da Sun, while Xiao Duo held a lantern in his hand.
Yang Ruoqing heard Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun crying all the way, "My good mother, my dear mother, don't be afraid of the darkness in the mountains. We will take you back to the village..."
These words Stopping in the ears is really heartbreaking.
Yang Ruoqing looked up at the black lacquered wood coffin on the mule cart in front of her and bit her lip.
Since Gapo’s family moved out of Sunjiagou seven or eight years ago, Gapo has returned to Sunjiagou once. That was the year when Dajie passed the exam to become a scholar. The Sun family returned to Sunjiagou. Go to the ditch to hold a banquet.
Three or four years have passed since then. I didn’t expect that when I returned to Sunjiagou again, it would be in such a way. It was really fate that played a trick on people. Things in the world are unpredictable!
This mountain road is winding and long, as if there is no end. Yang Ruoqing is also muttering silently in her heart: Don’t be afraid, Granny, Qing’er will take you back to Sunjiagou...
From midnight to dawn , when the sun slowly rose from the mountains to the east, Yang Ruoqing and his party had already reached the cliff opposite Sunjiagou.
Across a cliff, you can see the entrance of the village opposite Sunjiagou from a distance. White flags have been set up for a long time. My uncle and a group of relatives and friends of the Sun family have been waiting at the entrance of the village. .
Seeing the mighty funeral procession coming here, the gongs and drums at the entrance of the village were loud, firecrackers were blasting, and the cries were loud.
The cry came from afar, and the eldest Sun family and Sun family here heard it, and their grief was triggered again, and they were out of control.
So, when the two teams met at the entrance of the village, the women hugged their heads and cried together, and a circle of sobbing women and men lay beside the coffin.
"Good aunt, why did you go? Oh my god, what a good person..."
"Dear aunt, my good aunt, my mother was gone when I was a child, and I always visit her during the holidays. It was you who brought my shoes, you are my biological mother..."
This whole day, over Sunjiagou, the air was filled with sadness that was so thick that it was hard to get rid of it, as if the sky was All collapsed.
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In a corner of the ancestral hall, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei sat quietly beside the coffin.
Xiaojie came over from there, came to them and sat down angrily.
"Fake, all fake, none of them are sincere!" Xiaojie muttered, looking unhappy.
"What's wrong, Xiaojie? Who are you fighting against?" Cao Bamei asked.
Xiaojie said: "Who else can it be? Of course they are those women who call me aunties and kiss aunties!"
"What's wrong with them?" Cao Bamei asked again.
Xiaojie pouted and said: "Before, I was lying next to my mother's coffin and crying to death. Just now I came from the old house and saw them cooking and chatting in the kitchen. , while frying the meatballs and stuffing them into your mouth, it’s so happy!”
Cao Bamei and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, and there was no surprise in their eyes.
Yang Ruoqing looked around cautiously. It was noon at this time, and only a few of their juniors were left in the ancestral hall to guard Ga Po's coffin. Everyone else returned to the old house.
Niang and Ga Gong also went because they wanted to entertain those who came to pay their respects.
"There is no one, just us. Bamei, you can have a good talk with Xiaojie." Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and said to Cao Bamei.
(End of this chapter)