Chapter 3223 The Rain of Fortune (Second Update)
“Everyone has their own difficulties. Your grandma has many things that you can’t let go of, so why is my grandma any different?”
Yang Ruoqing said softly. .
“Your uncle and your cousin are in such a mess, your grandma is worried and won’t rest in peace.”
“As for my grandma, life in my uncle’s family is getting better and better, and my cousin is still I’m pregnant. It’s such a wonderful life, and I will soon be full of children and grandchildren. My grandma is reluctant to leave.”
"They are both two poor old people. There is nothing we can do about it. They all have to leave while they are still alive. I don't know when..."
"Sister Lan'er, the deceased is gone. , we living people should also be grieving and accept the change."
"You should use your filial piety to your grandpa. Your grandma is gone, and your grandpa is alone..."< br>
Lao Suntou is the best example.
There was no one to talk to in the room. Usually, I was annoyed by the old woman’s advice when I drank. Now I picked up the wine glass and there was no old woman’s advice. I felt empty and the wine didn’t taste good anymore.
After a lifetime of ups and downs, I have long been accustomed to the other party's presence and interference.
I feel annoyed when I am here, but when I am gone, I think about it and regret it...
People, life is really not easy. We should be happy every day we are together. , Respect each other as guests, so that when we are separated in the future, we will have less regrets and more satisfaction in recalling them.
The two sisters cherished each other and comforted each other, finally feeling better.
With the great help of the members of the Lao Yang family, Mrs. Yang’s funeral was still managed in style.
The son Yang Zhenbang who did not break the basin, and the grandson Yang Duocai naturally took over his father's position. Dressed in filial piety clothes, he followed the Taoist priests and performed various rituals, kneeling and worshiping, in an endless cycle.
The eldest young man of the Yang family, who used to play cricket cards in the town and was ignorant and unskilled, seems to have grown up several years after this incident. He took out all his belongings, the twenty taels of silver that the Lin family forced him to write and leave, and handed them over to his third uncle Yang Huazhong to prepare for the funeral.
Yang Huazhong was reluctant to use his nephew's money and wanted to sponsor, but Yang Duocai declined.
Yang Duocai's original words are as follows: "My uncle and all my uncles, cousins, aunts, and cousins helped my family through the difficulties and helped me put my grandma to rest. They are so talented. ”
“Give. Tocai was able to use up the money for grandma's funeral preparations. I don't want to use any of my uncles' money. Tocai was not sensible before. I asked you uncles to help me this time, as it was the last bit of filial piety that Docai showed to my grandma. Go! ”
Yang Duocai's words made everyone feel happy.
The Yang family fell into decline. Except for the small farmhouse in Changping Village and the twenty taels of silver Yang Duocai had on him, everything else was seized by the government.
After this catastrophe, if Yang Duocai can really be sensible, change his mind, abandon all the bad habits of his father, be a good man, and work hard,
then little old Yangtou still has some hope. In the future, the Yang family is still expected to stand up again, have children, spread its branches in the land of Changping Village, and continue the incense!
Since Yang Duocai has this heart, Yang Huazhong and the others will naturally give him a hand.
During this funeral, Yang Huazhong and the others considered all aspects of the Yang family's affairs. They took into account the overall situation and prevented the people who came to pay homage and watch the fun from being laughed at. Some unnecessary expenses were also minimized as much as possible.
Moreover, Yang Huazhong and other juniors, including Yang Ruoqing and others, all came to wear mourning for the little old Mrs. Yang to increase their prestige.
The custom in this area is like this. When the deceased dies, the more people wearing hemp and mourning, it means that the descendants will be prosperous and blessed.
If there are only two or three lonely people milling around, in the words of the banker, it will have no aura.
Especially when carrying the coffin up the mountain, the cries are so loud that it makes the whole person cry.
If he said he didn't cry, then the old lady would be mute in her next life...
With the help of everyone in the old Yang family, little old Mrs. Yang finally went up the mountain smoothly and was buried. For peace. As soon as the coffin was put down and the new grave was erected, grandson Yang Duocai sprinkled the last handful of new soil on the old lady's grave with both hands. At this time, a few dark clouds suddenly drifted over the originally crisp autumn sky.
The wind blew one after another, carrying fine raindrops in the wind.
The matter was over, and everyone quickly ran to the village.
Old Yangtou held the dry tobacco pole in his hand and stood under the eaves at the entrance of the hall. Looking at the thin rain in the yard, the old man squinted his eyes, and there was a touch of surprise and expectation in his eyes.
"Just after the new grave was buried, it started to rain. This rain is good, it is a rain of wealth." Old Yangtou murmured.
"Maybe this talented kid will really be able to support the family in the future!" Old Yangtou said again.
Sisters Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan, who were busy wiping their hair, looked at each other when they heard this.
The two sisters also looked outside together. In Yang Ruoqing's opinion, it was raining just after the burial. It was because God was sad, so she was crying too.
Why is there still such a thing as "making a fortune"?
The doubts in my heart were directly asked by my fourth uncle Yang Huaming beside me.
"Dad, is there still such a saying? Does it mean that the harder it rains, the greater the wealth that will be made in the future?" he asked.
Old Yangtou was still looking at the rain in the yard and nodded lightly.
"That's what the old saying goes..." the old man said.
Yang Huaming asked again: "Now that Da'an is the number one scholar in our family, did any of our ancestors have any strange signs when they were buried in the past?"
Old Yangtou fell into memories...
"It seems...no?" the old man said.
Yang Huaming said: "How is it possible? Not to mention that Da'an is the number one scholar, just talk about our Qing'er, we have such a big business and make so much money, why does this ancestor have some strange signs? At least there should be another game It’s pouring rain!”
“There is also our son-in-law Tang Yazi, who is a general and has met the emperor’s people. Shouldn’t there be something for the ancestors of the old Luo family to be buried? ”
"By the way, I almost missed the old Mu family. Mu Zichuan is also a prostitute. Now he is a high-ranking official in the capital. Where is the imperial envoy? There were no signs of anything unusual when Mu Zichuan's father was buried?"
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaming, somewhat unable to recover from his call.
Yang Ruoqing also secretly smacked her tongue, the Fourth Uncle Xindao's thinking power is really powerful, he can think so much.
Lao Yangtou thought about it carefully, then shook his head and spoke slowly.
“Oddly enough, when your grandparents, my parents, were buried, there were no signs of anything unusual.”
"I don't know about Lao Mu's family, and I haven't heard of it, but..."
"But what?" Yang Huaming asked.
Yang Ruoqing and the others' attention was also attracted.
"When the second eldest son of the Luo family, Tang Yazi's father, was buried, your third brother went to carry the coffin. Something seemed to be wrong." Old Yangtou said.
(End of this chapter)