Chapter 10280
Yang Huazhong asked Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou to greet the guests, while he himself went to the mourning hall.
Everyone came over for lunch. Yang Huazhong had left Yang Yongjin alone to guard the place.
Yang Huazhong was worried, worried that Yang Yongjin had made any omissions and was temporarily not there, leaving the old man alone to do stupid things.
After returning from delivering the coffin, Yang Huazhong saw his mother and sister-in-law fainting one after another. Now Yang Huazhong is particularly worried that something will go wrong with the rest of the family.
There is no one else, the main ones are the Tan family, the Jin family, and the old man.
At the mourning hall, when Yang Huazhong arrived in a hurry, he saw Yang Yongjin squatting at the door and burning paper money into the brazier.
Seeing Yang Huazhong coming in such a hurry, Yang Yongjin was a little surprised, "Third uncle, why are you here? Didn't you say you would come over after the banquet to take over?"
So fast!
Yang Huazhong's eyes went straight past Yang Yongjin to the mourning hall behind him: "Where is your father? Is he here?"
"Here, I'm sitting there muttering to my elder brother for a while, and I don't know what to say!" Yang Yongjin said.
In the mourning hall, in order to cover up some unfriendly smells, they had sealed the coffin lid. In addition, they also sprinkled a lot of spices in the mourning hall, but even so, they could not hide it. That stink.
I can only say that the stench is really overbearing, especially when this fragrance is mixed with the stench, it is even more torturous. Yang Yongjin does not want to enter the mourning hall unless he has to.
Originally, the earthenware basin for burning paper money should be placed in the mourning hall, next to the head of the coffin. No, he really couldn't bear the smell inside, so he had to bring the earthenware basin to the entrance of the mourning hall. Burned.
I admire you so much. I was able to sit on a stool next to the coffin for half an hour. How could I hold myself back from vomiting!
Yang Huazhong passed Yang Yongjin and went straight into the mourning hall.
As soon as he entered the mourning hall, he was almost staggered by the complex smell that hit his face, and almost fell down on his back.
Fortunately, when I came here, I took a sip of soju to suppress it, otherwise my internal organs would probably be squeezed out of my throat by now.
"Dad, let me take you back for dinner. Come back after dinner."
Yang Huazhong took a moment to steady himself, and his eyes found Old Yangtou.
The old man took a long stool and sat on the left side of the coffin, his body close to the coffin, smoking a dry cigarette in his mouth, and resting his other hand on the coffin, gently stroking the red paint on the coffin.
The red paint on this coffin is actually quite old.
Why?
Because this coffin was prepared by Lao Yangtou himself!
Since the old man and the old lady met in their sixties, their family bought two pairs of 'Eternal Life' for them. The old man's pair is a men's model and is obviously larger in size than Tan's pair. Be bigger.
In Changping Village, it is a custom left by our ancestors to buy this thing when they are sixty years old. They say that this is better and can make the elderly healthier.
Moreover, purchasing longevity was equivalent to a happy event, and relatives had to come over to give gifts!
It’s just that I never expected what happened next.
When the old man was sixty years old, he bought himself a pair of immortality, but before he could use it, he gave it to his eldest son Yang Huaan in advance.
Then he bought himself another one.
Relatives came again to give gifts.
A few years after giving the gift, the second son Yang Hualin died suddenly again. Old Yangtou's immortality was transferred to Yang Hualin.
Because there is a saying in this area that it is unlucky for the family, the descendants, and the deceased to buy a coffin after a person has fallen.
After the second coffin was moved to Yang Hualin, Old Yang received two critical blows in succession. He was heartbroken. The old man himself said that he would not buy any more, and he would not dare to buy any more. One day he would I kicked my feet and closed my eyes, so my family wrapped them in straw mats and threw them at the bottom of the cliff.
But in the end, with the persistence of Yang Huazhong's brothers, a third coffin was finally purchased for Lao Yangtou.
This is how Yang Yongxian is lying now.
So at this moment, Old Yang stroked the coffin, thinking that the person lying in the coffin was his eldest grandson, recalling the way Yang Yongxian croaked, and recalling every summer evening, The fair and pink eldest grandson was sitting in the yard with a small mazaar and eating an egg in his hand.
I came back from working in the field, carrying a hoe, and took out a handful of wild fruits picked by the roadside from my pocket.
The eldest grandson’s eyes lit up. He ran over happily on his short legs, hugged his legs and called him grandpa, grandpa...
Old Yangtou also thought about how his eldest grandson had become a young boy, studying seriously and practicing calligraphy, especially when he was sixteen years old and passed the examination to become a scholar.
He often came to the east room of the backyard to visit him and the old woman, telling them the stories he read in the books.
At that time, the eldest grandson said personally that he should study hard and work hard to bring glory to the old Yang family and let his grandparents enjoy happiness in their old age!
Afterwards, he lost his reputation several times, and the eldest grandson’s spirit was probably wiped out. In addition, his marriage was not going well, he was separated from his favorite woman, Li Xiuxin, and Li Xiuxin’s two sons. The death of the eldest grandson gradually distorted his mentality after suffering the most serious blow.
“Yongxian, my eldest grandson, don’t think about the future anymore, just go with peace of mind!”
"In the next life, get a good child, study hard, and follow the right path..."
While Old Yang was stroking the coffin and muttering, Yang Huazhong happened to come over and urged him to go back for dinner.
Old Yang raised his head, his cloudy old eyes were too dry to shed a single tear.
He said to Yang Huazhong in a hoarse voice: "I'm not hungry. You and Yongjin should go back. I'll stay here and stay with Yongxian for a while."
But, Yang Huazhong is worried!
"Dad, my condolences, please go back first. It's not too late to come back after eating a few bites."
The old man has not eaten much since noon yesterday.
Seeing that his cheeks were sunken, Yang Huazhong was worried that something would go wrong when the old man returned.
"Dad, if you don't go back, then I will bring the food to you." Yang Huazhong said again.
“No matter what, you have to eat a little.”
Seeing Yang Huazhong's resolute attitude, and after Yang Yongjin burned the paper money, he stood at the door of the mourning hall to help persuade.
"Sir, just listen to my third uncle's arrangements. There are many things to do today. After the noon banquet, the Taoist priest will come to give salvation to my elder brother in the afternoon. You'd better not delay."
Old Yangtou thought again. , finally sighed, patted the coffin and said: "Yongxian, I will go back first and come back later."
"Good grandson, don't panic, don't be afraid, ah!"
(End of this chapter)