Chapter 5493 Changrong who loves to watch the excitement
In order to facilitate the Huosheng family's funeral, Yang Huazhong discussed with Yang Huaming and planned to take out the small courtyard where old Yangtou lived at the entrance of the village and place it in the ancestral hall. of disaster victims.
Five families, one occupying one room, is just right.
By the time the Huosheng family’s funeral is over, the shack will probably be set up, and the two will be seamlessly connected.
But when Yang Huazhong brought people over to help them move, Changrong said to Yang Huazhong: "My legs are injured and I am too lazy to move. I will still live in the ancestral hall for the past two days. I won't move now." Oh!”
Yang Huazhong said: "How can this be done? The time for the burial at Huosheng's house is just right. They will come over in the evening. It will be noisy and inconvenient for you to live here."
Changrong shook his head, "No. What an inconvenience, so miserable, It makes me feel bad to hear it. I live here, so I can keep him company at night."
When Yang Huazhong heard this, he thought it made sense, so he followed Changrong and took the others with him. The people went to settle in the house at the entrance of the village.
What Yang Huazhong didn't know was that Changrong wanted to stay. On the one hand, he was a lazy man. He went to the straw pile in the corner and covered himself with the quilt sent by Sun. It was warm. I don't want to get up and move.
Furthermore, he likes to watch the excitement. No matter who has a wedding or a wedding in the eight villages, he likes to join in the fun.
I originally thought that my leg was broken and I couldn't walk, so I couldn't watch the excitement. But I didn't expect that the excitement was right in front of me. How could I not watch it?
So I have to stay, and after watching the fun, let the young man come over and carry me to settle down.
After lunch, several other victims of the disaster in the ancestral hall moved away, and the last family to move was Gangzi.
While Gangzi was packing his things, Huosheng's family had already sent someone to deliver three coffins, one large, two small and three.
The three coffins are all brand new, and the tung oil applied on them gives off a pungent smell.
The big one was prepared for Yunxia, the fire-born goddess. It was carried directly into the ancestral hall and placed in the middle of the second entrance of the ancestral hall. It is separated from the first entrance of Changrong Qi by a patio.
Chang Rong was sitting on the straw pile, hugging the quilt and stretching his neck to look out from the arched side doors on both sides of the ancestral hall. He saw two other small coffins placed at the side door and were not carried in.
Chang Rong is in his forties, has seen some things and knows the customs in this area.
Underage men and women, or children who died in infancy, are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall, so the spirits are placed outside.
“Hey, these three mother and son are really miserable!”
Changrong couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.
"Brother Changrong, we are all leaving. Are you afraid of being here alone? Why don't you go with us?"
Gangzi put the quilt on his shoulders, Before leaving, he asked Changrong again.
Changrong looked away and shook his head: "You are looking down on me. I am a grown-up man who has never seen anything in the world? Don't worry, I am not afraid of anything!"
What's more, The coffin has been brought here, and it will be laid down later. After the coffin is laid, family members will come to mourn and keep a vigil. I don’t know how lively it will be, I’m afraid of a ball!
Gangzi wanted to say something more, but Sufen on the side saw the true purpose of Changrong's insistence on staying.
She tugged on Gangzi's sleeve: "Stop dawdling, let's go quickly!"
The young couple walked out of the ancestral hall and headed to the south of the village. Sufen spat on the ground: "That Evergreen lazy guy has no conscience at all. He wants to watch this kind of excitement. He is so heartless!"
Gangzi was stunned for a moment, looking at the anger on his wife's side face, he also thought immediately Understood something. "Brother Evergreen has always been like this, and everyone in our village knows it," he said.
Sufen snorted, "Putting your own happiness on other people's pain will not bring you good rewards."
Gangzi nodded: "What my wife said makes sense, whatever." Let him go, let's leave him alone."
In the ancestral hall, after the three coffins were delivered, two more batches of lime and other things needed for burial came.
Evergreen's eyes rolled, looking very excited.
As the sun sets and dusk begins to rise, the sound of firecrackers suddenly sounds.
Changrong was huddled in the straw and was sleeping soundly. He was suddenly awakened and hurriedly pricked up his ears to listen. He found that the sound was coming from the direction of Huosheng's house. His sleepiness disappeared immediately, and he sat up and waited in high spirits.
Soon, the cries got closer and the footsteps were chaotic. A group of people came in from the main gate of the ancestral hall carrying Yunxia who had changed her shroud.
Evergreen was lying in the corner inside the gate, just in time to see the team passing by.
I saw the young daughter-in-law named Yunxia wearing a black hat on her head, a white cloth on her face, and a shroud. Her hands were clasped and hanging on her lower abdomen. Her legs were straight and her feet were splayed. He crossed his legs and wore a pair of brand new black-topped and white-soled cloth shoes on his feet. Two red lotuses were painted on the soles with cinnabar.
"I heard that this wife is only in her mid-twenties, what a pity, what a pity..."
Changrong felt sorry for himself secretly as he watched several strangers crying behind the body. There were men and women. Changrong had met these people before and they were the daughter-in-law's natal family.
The old woman being supported by Caixia, the aquatic daughter-in-law, must be Yunxia’s mother, and the two young daughters-in-law following behind her should be her natal siblings.
Chang Rong’s eyes wandered over several young wives in the crowd. They were pretty and dressed in filial piety. These young daughters-in-law were wearing filial piety clothes and white flowers. They were really unique.
A small stone suddenly hit Changrong on the forehead, making a 'ding-dong' sound and the pain almost made him scream.
He subconsciously turned his head and saw that at the end of the team, Yang Huazhong came in with a group of enthusiastic villagers. They all followed the team into the ancestral hall without looking away.
Only one person's eyes turned to Changrong, and when their eyes met, the disinfecting anger in the other person's eyes made Changrong's scalp numb and his whole body became cold.
The other person's lips moved, as if he was warning him something. Changrong was so frightened that he quickly smiled at the other person and lowered his head, not daring to look any further.
When the suffocating gaze moved away from his body, Changrong breathed a sigh of relief, quietly raised his head and glanced at the other person's back, and said inwardly: Is the general's wife amazing? How many times have I looked at this woman? Is it none of your business? You're so fierce, I'm a good man and I don't want to fight with women!
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang walked side by side behind Yang Huazhong and Changgen Daniu, escorting the three ladies to the coffin. They were all in heavy hearts, and every step they took seemed to be filled with lead. piece.
Poor Yunxia’s natal family, especially her parents and younger sister Caixia, cried so hard that their hearts broke.
Huosheng was also crying, but men's crying was different from women's.
The woman was howling at the top of her lungs, while the man was weeping. He wiped away his tears and raised his head, gritting his teeth and continuing to take care of his wife and children's affairs. This was the last thing he, a sinner, could do for them.
(End of this chapter)