Chapter 10292
With Baxi’s shout, everyone quickly worked hard together.
Then something strange really happened.
The coffin, which was originally as heavy as a mountain, suddenly regained its normal weight and was carried by everyone. It took about ten steps in one breath.
Chang Gen and the others also withdrew and followed the team, ready to help at any time.
When the old Yang family saw this, they all looked at each other, and they were all shocked.
Liu was the first to exclaim: "It seems that Qing'er understands Yongxian. Look, let the sister-in-law come over to see Yongxian for the last time. If not, she is willing to leave!"
Everyone nodded.
Yang Huaming and the others also asked Yang Ruoqing one after another: "Qing'er, how did you know?"
Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said, "I was fooled."
"Is this okay?" Yang Huaming couldn't believe it.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Fourth uncle, let's not talk about these extraneous things for now. You should hurry up and carry out the funeral. Don't miss the time!"
Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong are also urging, Yang Huaming I had to suppress my curiosity for the time being and quickly ran over to help carry it. Yang Yongxian took some things that he had used during his lifetime, and then followed the funeral procession with everyone to Mianniu Mountain behind the village...
At the entrance of the mourning hall, Jin was paralyzed. Sitting on the ground, looking at the direction the coffin was leaving, still crying.
The women gathered around Jin and tried to persuade her.
However, everyone has overlooked one point. Jin is a deaf-mute. No matter what you say, even if you beat gongs and thunder in her ears, she will not hear it.
If you want to communicate with her, you can only make gestures to her or lip-read, which she can understand.
But in this state, Jin, does she have the mood and energy to pay attention to the gestures and lips movements of everyone next to her?
It’s impossible!
So, Jin was still sitting on the ground, continuing to be immersed in his own sadness.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Mrs. Sun worriedly said to her: "Qing'er, Auntie has not eaten or drank for the past two days. If she continues like this, she won't be able to bear it."
Yang Ruoqing also No way, we can't knock the aunt unconscious, carry her back and let her rest forcibly, right?
That is absolutely not possible.
However, Yang Ruoqing has a way.
She whispered a few words to Sun and Bao Suyun, and Sun asked: "In this case, is it okay to ask your aunt to do that kind of thing?"
Bao Suyun said: "Whether it works or not, you will know after you give it a try."
Then, Bao Suyun came directly in front of Jin, patted Jin on the shoulder, and while Jin's eyes turned to Bao Suyun, Bao Suyun Talking and gesticulating.
"Sister-in-law, my condolences. Yongqing and Mo's family have gone to the mountains. Niuniu is alone in the old house to take care of her younger brother. I'm afraid that's not possible. How about you help take care of their siblings?"< br>
There was something more in Jin's originally numb eyes. Eyes rolling, Yang Ruoqing urged Bao Suyun: "If there is a reaction, Fifth Aunt, please continue."
Bao Suyun nodded, and then gestured to Jin: "We are all busy, and we have a lot of things to clean up. Now You have to go, otherwise the child will fall off the bed..."
Yang Yongqing's son is more than three months old and can toss and turn in bed, so Mok always uses a big pillow to block the outside of the bed.
But even so, it is not safe if there is no one around to watch. But this morning, Mrs. Mo left little Niuniu in the house to watch her younger brother. Mrs. Mo herself and Yang Yongqing had to go with the funeral procession. In the mountains, it would take a while to get back.
During this period, Mr. Mo asked Mr. Sun and Mr. Bao Suyun to take the time to take a look. Therefore, Bao Suyun took the opportunity to transfer the matter to the child's grandmother, Jin, to divert Jin's attention and stop being immersed in sadness.
Sure enough, Jin, who was originally slumped on the ground with no focus in her eyes, heard that her grandson was sleeping alone in the room with her granddaughter beside her. Unable to sit still, he struggled to get up from the ground and staggered towards the old house.
Yang Ruoqing, Sun Shi and Bao Suyun all followed, leaving others here to clean up the scene, dismantle the mourning hall and a series of other things...
Yang Ruoqing and the others accompanied Jin to the old house. They had just arrived at the door. I heard the cry of a child coming from inside...
Everyone heard it, but Jin didn't hear it.
However, Jin seemed to sense something, and suddenly quickened his pace and rushed into the house in a panic, heading straight to the wing.
Yang Ruoqing and the others also followed in, and then they saw that the boy had climbed to the edge of the bed, and the big pillow that Mo had used as a partition had fallen to the ground.
The boy was lying on the edge of the bed, raising his head and looking around, still blowing bubbles from his mouth.
A pair of small round black eyes followed the figure of the young lady at the table.
Beside the table, the little girl was standing on tiptoes, holding a bowl in her hand and a spoon in her other hand, stirring and blowing air into it.
The room is filled with the faint fragrance of rice noodles.
Jin quickly stepped forward, picked up her little grandson from the bedside, quickly stuffed him back into the bed, and covered him with the quilt.
And here, Yang Ruoqing came to Xiao Niuniu, "Are you making rice noodles for your brother?"
Xiao Niuniu called "Auntie" and turned around to see so many people coming into the room. The little girl greeted Shun'er, "Third grandma, fourth grandma, fifth grandma."
Fourth grandma?
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw, good fellow, Mrs. Liu was also following her.
"Little girl, are you making rice cereal for your brother? Do you know how to make it? What kind of water did you use?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Because she felt that the color of the rice cereal looked a little wrong!
After Yang Ruoqing asked this, Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Liu and others also turned their attention to the rice bowl held in Xiao Niuniu's hand.
Sure enough, the color is not very white and delicate, it looks a bit rough, and a bit dark and black.
Xiao Niuniu said: "I used tea to make it. Mom said, you have to use hot water, not raw water in the tank."
Following Xiao Niuniu's guidance, everyone Sure enough, the guy saw a teapot on the table.
Yang Ruoqing reached out and touched it. Hey, the fruit in the teapot is really hot.
I guess this was the hot water that Yang Yongqing and the others poured in before they left, in case the little girl was thirsty.
“Oh my god, can children eat rice cereal made with tea and water?” Ms. Liu questioned.
However, Xiao Niuniu had already come to the bedside with a bowl in hand.
At this time, on the inside of the bed, the boy saw his sister coming over with a bowl, and immediately struggled to crawl over here again.
Little Niuniu tapped the mouth of the bowl lightly with a spoon, and said seriously like a little adult: "Come on, come on, let's have breakfast, sister will feed you rice cereal!"
Jin's I picked up my little grandson and pulled the quilt to wrap him up, fearing that he would get cold.
Little Niuniu stepped forward, scooped a spoonful of rice cereal and put it to the boy's mouth.
(End of this chapter)